OS

OS is described as being 'the mustachioed wonder' who spoke constantly about the wonders of copper, as well as how they affected the navy (im assuming the Canadian Navy). Later on i found out that he was neither in the navy or had ever worked with copper. I would love to know whether this infatuation with the metal was a result of a brain injury.

Having read this small blurb i decided to read ahead in my notes/stories to see if they got any better (they are really quite lacking at this point in the note book). Thankfully they do. In fact I managed to record some cute stories (unlike these, which are short go no where quips which i then have to compensate with rants like this).

Anyways I guess it was this first night that i saw a trake (Tracheotomy) up close.

Neighbour had a trake, first time i actually saw or heard one. Pretty nasty actually (staying away from smokes). This last sentences is a joke. At the time i had quit smoking for almost 4 years but craved them daily. I had really only quit for my gf at the time and always wait for us to break up so i could start again (bit callous, isnt it? She was a nice girl, i also liked smoking, it was a conflict).

Regardless ive started smoking again (well, actually I started immediately after breaking up, i do mean immediately, i had an emergency pack in the freezer) and havent looked back since (i have cut down significantly and mostly only smoke on the weekends, although it is a pack a day). I do plan on quitting on or before my 30th birthday, apparently rates of cancer drop significantly if one quits after that age (which begs the claim that chances of cancer decrease even more significantly when one doesnt smoke).

Back to the patient, the old boy had 3 milkshakes in 12 hours. That i must say is quite impressive as a)thats alot of milkshakes and b) those tasted like flavored chalk.

Eating was without a doubt one of the more fun things to do at the hospital. The food was rarely, if ever good. The milkshakes and juice were plentiful (stick with teh juice, its at least trustworthly), the food was only good as it was an adventure. To their credit there was a wide variety, unfortunately it was a wide variety of dreck. Basically all of the meat looked as if it had been cut from a loaf (not a delicious meatloaf but a nasty prison foodloaf). Of course there were always a variety of mashed roots (usually potatoes or sweet potatoes) and oddly cooked cubes of what i to this day believe to be rutabega. Id eat it all (it prob contributed to my shit stomach, thats another story) out of boredom if not hunger. It was just one of those things that came natural with this job.

like masturbation.