Xanga we meet again.

360 degrees shall we say?  How long has it been?  Too long.  Full circle indeed, life is a cabaret i suppose.

I don't have anything else to say.

How is it that for the little sleep that I do get, I still manage to wake up 2-3 times at night?

Why the craps would anyone pick a career in which you would have to work 30 hour shifts one in every four days?

Thanks Gen surg, but no thanks.

The best part about third year med is working your ass off and learning craploads of stuff at the hospital.  Feeling exhausted all the time is both a perk and a pain.

The worst part about third year is feeling like a moron and being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I tried to insert an IV line into a guy about 5 times into a guy who was general anaesthetic (ie, he is not concious, unaware of me poking and prodding).  He's going to wake up with craploads of bruises on has hand wondering who beat him.

While a patient who was lying on his side was being extubated, (ie having an anasethesia tube removed from their throat after surgery), I stood in front of him about 2 meters from him.  As my supervisor pulled the tube out, the guy coughed, and a massive hork/loogie/slobber ball came flying at me at 9.8m/s, landing partially on my face, the notes that I had written on my textbook, and on my name tag.  As my boss laughed at me, I used the tears streaming down my face to sanitize the only set of notes that I own that aren't photocopied.

So yesterday's event at les docks was a great success... the final head count has yet to be complete but I'm certain it's safe to say that we had our largest crowd of the summer.  However, as crap would have it, some jackasses had to ruin the night, and well... what I can only describe as random acts of violence.  Although neurologists say that memory is not reliable, and can be influenced by emotion as well as changes as stories evolve, this is as detailed and as accurate of an account of the worst night of my life.

330 ish, finish cashing out with foburta and the docks ppl.  I exit the club and get a hot dog with eunice, chan senior, jailbait jenvy, and a few others.  They leave first, I leave a few mins later.  I call jenvy to make sure she's ok cuz she was somewhat drunk, and since vince is driving her car home or whatnot.  Eventually, I'm like ok I'm going to check up on u later to make sure ur ok and everything, just trying to be a nice guy. 

4 ish, I stop by my roommates house to pick up my mailbox key that he has left for me at his front door.

A few minutes later, I stop by a gas station and get some gum, cuz i've run out and my breathe stinks.

I call jailbait jenvy to see how she is and all of them (i'm not sure if vince was drinking?)  her cell phone dies, and i'm like hmmm i guess i'll go check up on her. I go to her neighbourhood which is about 5-10 mins away from mine, stop on the side of the road and try to remember where her house is. Suddently i hear a bang and there's a car behind me... reversing really quickly.. im like what the hex?

So i exit my car, and look behind and see that my taillight is all broken and cracked up.  Then the car starts to ACCELERATE towards me... so i'm shitting in my pants, run back into my car, and start driving away.  The guy is coming at me REALLY aggressively.  I'm turning around the neighbourhood streets looking for a main road exit and praying i don't hit a dead end (all the while not knowing what the hell is going on).  As i turn right around a corner, a car is backing up from his driveway, and I swerve to miss him and continue to speed away as the aggressor is caught behind this car backing up.  I finally find winston churchill, and proceed north, only to find that the bastard guy is still following me... I speed to like 100 km/h and call 911.   My heart is racing and i begin to wonder why someone would be doing this to me.  I dont' have any enemies, we just finished a great night at the docks no problems, no one was following me, etc. etc. etc.  Things just don't make sense.  I get to a stop light... I stop there. 911 tells me to proceeds to the dundas and erin mills cop station. 

BANG BANG.

I look back, and there's a guy from their backseat who his hitting my trunk with a baseball bat.  I run the read light and at this point I don't even know what I'm thinking.  I finally turn onto erin mills towards the police station... swerving onto incoming traffic just to get inside the station since it's on the opposite side.  The aggressor, who i could only describe as a dark perhaps black car.. kind of old and boxy, (couldn't see licence plate) also turns left onto erin mills but on the other side of the street.  They pull down their window and slowly pass me by, as I'm in the station lot.  There were 2-4 ppl inside, two guys stuck their heads out of the windows... both wearing bandanas covering their mouths... i think they were blue.  They were laughing, cursing, waving a baseball bat in the air, as they sped up along erin mills northbound.

I tell 911 that they're getting away, and that there's no one in the parking lot of the station to help me.  They say that help is on the way.  I get out of the car, and start shaking unable to comprehend what just happened.  Finally the cops come, and I tell them what happen.  Two guys were really nice, but this one lady was bitch.  She firsts asks if the suspect was driving a silver car.  I respond... no, i'm the silver car, they were in a black one.  Then she goes off about how i'm drunk and need a breathalizer.  I'm 100% sober, although some alize was spilt on me earlier in the night.  She basically tells the other officers to ignore me, and leaves.  I do the breathalizer and I pass.

I talk to officer wallace at great length and he thinks it's just a random act of violence.  No reason for anyone to come after me, if ppl from the club wanted to jump me, they could have got me at the parking lot of the docks... or they would have stopped at jon's place if they followed me (thinking it was my house), or even jumped me at the gas station. 

If they wanted to rob me, they would have gotten me when i exited my car to check my taillight.  It all looks like a couple of punk kids just going for a joy ride late at night trying to scare ppl.

Mission accomplished.

My sister and benny come pick me up at the station.  At home mommy is surprisingly cool about things, but she kinda flipped out this morning.

All in all i'm doing well now... just kind of shooken up, and trying to reassure myself that this was just something random.  Post traumatic stress disorder here i come.

Currently Listening Sexy Love Pt.2 By Ne-Yo see related

This is an addenedum to my anger filled post made on July 4th 2005... The entry can be found here to refresh your memories...

http://www.xanga.com/lexus_8/297690387/item.html

Anyhoo, so I arrive at the courthouse and I am required to speak to the prosecutor about the charges that Go Transit are laying against me.

Before the portly lawyer is able to say anything I proceed with my babble profanity laden dissertation on my demands for damages inflicted by the homosexualKKKantiasian ticketcheckerofficer man. 

He calmly responds, "how about i give u a $20 fine?"

Me:  "do you know who i am?"

Him:  "no"

Me:  "ok fine deal".

So I go over to the cashier's office and apparently a $20 fine has more hidden loopholes than richard ivey school of business HBA tuition. 

On top of the $20 there's a

$10 victim's accident surchage... (you know, from all those injuries on Go trains when they decelerate from 40 to 0)

and a $5 convenience charge... and for what?  Me swipping my (daddy's) visa across the machine?  This is quite possibly the most inconvenient convenience charge ever.