After my lungs, liver, and dead brain cells forgave me for this weekend, I realized that the north is really nice. I smoked and drank and drank and smoked, took obscenely long walks, had dreams so vivid that I had butterflies in my stomach the next morning, and battled leeches with Amy. We found some sasquatches, but they were camera-shy.
This morning I came into work, and a patient yelled at me on the phone because I wouldn't help him commit insurance fraud. Awesome. Welcome to September.
...It was a good summer, guys.
~sarah p.
1 comment:
Pretty sure my body hates my a little bit more after my labour day weekend as well.
Good times
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