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You're all maaaad!!!!

I have come to the conclusion that there are a lot of crazy people in the world. I don't mean the ones with a certifiable mental health condition, but people who walk about in normal society who nobody think are crazy, but somehow they're always off their rocker when they turn up to A&E. People pretending to be unconscious or having a fit, hyperventilating, calling an ambulance then refusing to say why they called, calling an ambulance because they hurt their hand punching a wall, crying because they don't like needles when they've got tattoos all over their body, complaining of vaginal bleed when they're having their period, smoking 40 cigarettes a day then complaining that they're short of breath, slumping in a wheelchair because they're allegedly too ill to walk then promptly running outside to fight with which ever relative or 'friend' who has turned up - they're all fucking mad, I tell you and it's one o'clock in the morning and I haven't got the energy to deal with it. Now, if you don't want a 16 gauge horse needle in your arm, you better turn around and leave, allright?


Disclaimer: This blog was posted by the author in an attempt to not go crazy herself. Normal service resumes tomorrow.
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