Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Going home

Cuddy forced me to clinic and I hate her by now!
She must know what happened, I'm damn sure.
But she didn't even want to listen to me, so I couldn't explain why I wanted to stay at home.
"Foreman called in sick, so it's your turn to do the clinic duty!", she snapped.
"Of course he called in sick!", I gnarled. "Don't you know..."
"Go!", she interrupted me and pointed to the clinic door.
"But James..."
"Off to clinic or I'll give you the sack!"
Off she was and I had to accept my fate.

I phoned Jim as often as I could and this rotten day was packed with work. Broken arms, runny noses, influenza, abscess-forming pneumonia and other boring things.
Inbetween I arranged everything with Arnello and booked the hotel rooms for our families, Eric and Samuel (with wife). I think that was it now.
I still have to ask Jim if I have to gear up for something special as I have no clue how a Jewish ceremony will look like.
Besides that I had the idea to send this guy who attacked Jimmy some poisoned food - maybe I'll do that. Anonymously of course.

And now I'll sneak out, no matter what Cuddy says.
She should really know what happened yesterday!
I'm off to the mall now and afterwards I'll cook dinner and prepare everything for a wonderful and soothing evening.
Gawd, I'm still shaken to the core. How could this bastard dare to touch him! To poison him! Trying to...I'll better not think about it. I'm still gnashing my teeth in anger.

2 Comments:

Blogger Dr. James Wilson said...

Thought you only had to go to the PPTH for a few hours ...

December 06, 2006  
Blogger Dr. Gregory House said...

I thought that, too!

December 06, 2006  

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