Yolanda likes balls...

I would have loved, LOVED to help with your wet to dry dressings on the scrotum. Nothing says "hey there, how are you doing today?" to your patient like ripping the dead skin off a wound.
I am glad that the rotation at "that floor" is over! I hated that damn place, it was full of poor people and Lepers and old crazy people. I am so glad to be rid of it, good riddance, you bastards!! No more gaping, fat, stinkin' vaginas! No more necrotic, rotting, putrid stasis ulcers and NO MORE of that fake, old, hypertensive, overly emotional, slow talking, fake red headed BITCH! Ahh, that felt good.

See you guys later.