on friday, we thought we were going to die.
the orderly was shouting at the duty officer. he was fucking crazy. out of his mind. not playing with a full deck. lost his marbles.
you don’t shout at any superior, don’t even talk about the duty officer.
and he was angry.
oh god we are going to die, he’s going to take the gun and skim some live rounds and come upstairs and bowling for columbine us. we are going to die. argh, can we lock the rest room? can it even be locked? oh my god, we are going to die.
later, i walk downstairs to take over sentry duty. a little slower than normal. and someone tells me that the orderly overdosed on panadol.
and i laugh out aloud. haha its a joke, good one. so the orderly took panadols and went to sleep. that has to be good right? so i go, draw my arms and stand on the stupid block of concrete. then someone comes and tells me that the orderly has really gone to hospital.
oh shit, it wasn’t a joke. it wasn’t somebody grossly exaggerating the truth. the goddamned orderly has really taken 10 panadols and overdosed and rushed to hospital.
i feel sorry for the chap.
but its a funny story haha
