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Fire!

Fire!

By which I mean someone left a kitchen stove on and a small block of flats got set on fire. By which I mean most of my night was spent helping people with smoke inhalation.

So now I myself have smoke inhalation and am sat here in my clinic hacking up wads of black mucous.

And I have no oxygen because I used it all up.

And I had to leave a romantic skype date with Hera to go yell and be Avicenna Last… Smoke Inhalation Rescue Man…

Everything smells and tastes like smoke and my voice has dropped an octave while my throat is burning. (Put it this way? I was very very close to those slum houses. The fire was so big my clinic itself got smoked out.

No one died but there are a few burns and I had to use up the entire month’s supply of oxygen. I also had to carry the damn stuff and each tank is 30 Kg…

India doesn’t fuck around while cockblocking. Oh I am so out of shape it isn’t even funny…

On the plus side? Someone made me coffee and got me breakfast in bed… IN BED!

Comments

  1. baryogenesis says

    And today while having coffee, I had to listen to a young lady complain that the car bought for her by her father wasn’t the model she expected. She’s actually quite humane. But she’s also spoiled and oblivious.

    Cheers, and please get better. The world needs you.

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