1-21-09 continued.

Pretentious mother-fuckers make me want to fuck someone up. a kid was coming in today for a Blake 11 admit from France. Boston resident. Goes to NYU. Reportedly manic and parents flew out to Frnce to collect him and bring him home. That, in and of itself is enough to piss me off. If the kid is fucked up - let him go to a hospital in France and get stabilized. It's not a huge emergency if he can fly from France and then head to the ER. Ok. That's one piece.

His mother called the ER tonight wanting to speak to the RN who would be working with her son. That was enough to boil my blood even though i didn't take the call. I imagine she wanted to set / understand the parameters, as though her son was that important. I suppose, on some level, I understand the importance piece as a parent however I have to wonder / think / despise the fact that she was calling with the belief it had something to do with her trying to manipulate something along the line of notifying the concierge of a preferred table they expected to get because of factor X. That's a shitty analogy, in case you didn't get it.

Anyway, I have no confirmation of this, of course. It's all perception on my part. And maybe the worst part has to do with my ongoing cynicism that usually proves unfounded when I'm face-to-face with people I otherwise immediately dismiss as shitbags. Rich, pompous, entitled shitbags.

- Uh... yeah. I'd say this displays the emoional lows I hit every winter her in Massachusetts. Reading through this now doesn't elicit even 1/100 the ire that's dripping from the page of my notebook. There are entitled ass-holes that come through the ER almost daily - but re-reading this now, I see a worried mom who was probably trying to get a sense of what to expect along the journey she was about to undergo.

I really hit some pretty bad lows over the winter months. It's the main reason I want so badly to move down south where the sun shines year-round. Reading stuff like this brings it to the forefront, especially during times where my emotional level is more balanced, like now.

Sorry, lady.