18 Oct 11
Originally posted by HandyAndyWell, Andy, a little situation has also developed on this end here at The Cuckoo's
Right now it doesn't look too promising. I assume the tickets are for Nov. 6.
Maybe she knows of someone else who can use them.
Nest. Busy morning. Breakfast at 8:00, Bingo at 9:30. Tell you about it later...
gb
Originally posted by HandyAndyWish I knew. She came in to do a rountine body wound census on Hall #600 Patients mid morning, left for an early lunch and still isn't back. So unlike her. She usually puts in 12-14 hour days, six days a week. Assistant Director of Nursing (long blond hair and blue eyed Lisa) came in on her day off to provide continuity of coverage. Calls to her home phone and cell have gone unanswered. None of the multiple messages have been returned. Too early to speculate on foul play (after all she's only one level removed from black belt and always packs a handgun in her girdle) but please keep her in your prayers, and inform Phlab and the ladies. Will keep you posted.
What did your nurse decide to do with the tickets?
gb
19 Oct 11
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyObviously your nurse friend stole the tickets for herself and three of the doctors rather
Wish I knew. She came in to do a rountine body wound census on Hall #600 Patients mid morning, left for an early lunch and still isn't back. So unlike her. She usually puts in 12-14 hour days, six days a week. Assistant Director of Nursing (long blond hair and blue eyed Lisa) came in on her day off to provide continuity of coverage. Calls to her home ph ...[text shortened]... e) but please keep her in your prayers, and inform Phlab and the ladies. Will keep you posted.
than allow you to give them away to two of your antagonists. But there's still one thing
I can't figure out: If you're the most exemplary patient, what are the rest of them like?
Originally posted by HandyAndyHi, Andy. After the Awards Luncheon presentation I asked Director of Nursing Ratched to place my engraved envelope with the Four Patriot Tickets in her pastel pink and ivory white office safe for safekeeping. After Bingo yesterday, before she left alone for lunch, I went to her office wanting to check the date of the game for your benefit. Hopefully things will sort out Wednesday, 'hump day' as we call it in the northeast. Either way I'll give you an update tomorrow. Brrr. Icy, coldy arse night here with only a soft green fleece blankey to keep me warm... unfortunately, without the scent of her perfume on my sleepy pillow or the weight of her blond head in the cleft of my arms.
Obviously your nurse friend stole the tickets for herself and three of the doctors rather
than allow you to give them away to two of your antagonists. But there's still one thing
I can't figure out: If you're the most exemplary patient, what are the rest of them like?
gb
19 Oct 11
Originally posted by HandyAndyBob is Randle McMurphy in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, need you ask.
Obviously your nurse friend stole the tickets for herself and three of the doctors rather
than allow you to give them away to two of your antagonists. But there's still one thing
I can't figure out: If you're the most exemplary patient, what are the rest of them like?
We can talk him into Halloween, if we can round up some women. 😕
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The new plan is we stay outta the place when we get out. Should'a thought of that before. 😕
19 Oct 11
Originally posted by ChessPraxisWhen will they do the lobotomy?
Bob is Randle McMurphy in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, need you ask.
We can talk him into Halloween, if we can round up some women. 😕
Iiiiii
Mmmmmmm
Bbbbbbbilly
Bbbbbbbbbibbit
😞
The new plan is we stay outta the place when we get out. Should'a thought of that before. 😕
Originally posted by HandyAndyGood morning, Andy. My read from the past ten months is that the small percentage of the electro-shocked and lobotimized are, in a very real sense, the lucky ones. Lion's share of the terminal patients eat mechanically, sleep and defecate with the help of medications, live out their remaining days without the least measure of velocity or fire. Maybe the Cuckoo's Nest Home is only a mirror reflection of the many fallen from great and good, now lost in their own lives, still on the loose.
When will they do the lobotomy?
gb
19 Oct 11
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyMaybe I'm wrong, but I think we were joking. We were referring to McMurphy.
Good morning, Andy. My read from the past ten months is that the small percentage of the electro-shocked and lobotimized are, in a very real sense, the lucky ones. Lion's share of the terminal patients eat mechanically, sleep and defecate with the help of medications, live out their remaining days without the least measure of velocity or fire. Maybe the ...[text shortened]... ction of the many fallen from great and good, now lost in their own lives, still on the loose.
Originally posted by HandyAndyAndy, maybe you have the luxury of playing for 'funsies'. Since childhood, whether with gloves on or off, I've played for keeps.
Maybe I'm wrong, but I think we were joking. We were referring to McMurphy.
Still no sign of Director of Nursing Ratchet. Directors plan to file a missing persons report tomorrow if she still hasn't shown up.
gb
19 Oct 11
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Andy, here's a good chuckle at the expense of Neil of the Janitorial Staff. I had just finished my afternoon Restorative Therapy Session (demanding rickshaw weight lifting, arm and leg cycling). Noticed that the patient accessible computer wasn't in use, so decided to check my mail and make a few chess moves before getting ready for the evening meal (an Italian Dinner with most all the fixings). Neil who's mopping the area in the vincinity of the Library at Station Three looks over my shoulder at the screen which happened to have an RHP Member's profile showing and said, "Bobby, whatcha doin... checking your financial investments and stocks?"
gb
19 Oct 11
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyYes, that is funny. Whose profile were you reading?
Andy, here's a good chuckle at the expense of Neil of the Janitorial Staff. I had just finished my afternoon Restorative Therapy Session (demanding rickshaw weight lifting, arm and leg cycling). Noticed that the patient accessible computer wasn't in use, so decided to check my mail and make a few chess moves before getting ready for the evening meal (an ...[text shortened]... showing and said, "Bobby, whatcha doin... checking your financial investments and stocks?"
Originally posted by HandyAndyAt the time my purpose was to send a personal message to a stable guy whose chess rating graph has fluctuated from above 2000 to below 1500 during the past five years. Just now, with all the excitement a few minutes ago, seems I've forgotten the chap's name. Stillness of the evening was broken as the slumbering public address system, which earns 95% of its keep during the hours of 6:00 AM and 9:00 PM, cleared its throat and spoke its command in an authoritative cadence of which Nursing Director Ratched would be proud: "Emergency Rapid Response Unit to 105-A... Emergency Rapid Response Unit to Room 105-A".
Yes, that is funny. Whose profile were you reading?
You could actually discern the upper case letters in the all business staccato tone. Routine entourage of first responders (ambulance, fire department and law enforcement) interrupted their all night diner snack breaks and card games to respond. Gave the new warm green fleece a gentle pull to snug the gather around my neck and ears but before I could doze off and resume some tranquil dream realized 105-A was Jose's room. He's a cheerful, boyish rotund internet website designer in his late thirties or early forties (who wears some kind of unsightly heart catheter inserted in his neck and tools around in an expensive motorized bariatric patient wheelchair for brief intervals on his good days). Met him in the public garden style courtyard one late September afternoon. Soft spoken Jose gave me a brief lesson on how to synchronize our computer system's homepage files about a week ago.
Thought I'd take a little unplanned stroll to check for mail... and then on a whimsey decided you might like to know what went down at about 11:25 PM (GMT-5) 1,200 plus miles away from Sweethome New England / My New England Home.
gb
20 Oct 11
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyI enjoyed your post, Bobby. You have a keen eye for detail and a talent for expressive writing. You should consider
At the time my purpose was to send a personal message to a stable guy whose chess rating graph has fluctuated from above 2000 to below 1500 during the past five years. Just now, with all the excitement a few minutes ago, seems I've forgotten the chap's name. Stillness of the evening was broken as the slumbering public address system, which earns 95% of ...[text shortened]... PM (GMT-5) 1,200 plus miles away from Sweethome New England / My New England Home.
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putting together a book when the time comes to abandon the warm green fleece and return to the workaday world.
Best wishes for a full recovery.
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