Left work for a quick dinner this evening. There is this little Mexican place that sells the best fish tacos, was going to eat there but they were closed so drove around for a bit and, even though it didn’t really sound good, decided just to hit McDonald’s. Bought a double quarter pounder with cheese and some fries.

As I was paying for my food got a call from the ER saying we had a code blue. Grab my food and drove back behind the slowest dude of all time in a gray Chevy pick up while wolfing down my fries and burger as fast as I could.

Got to the hospital. Ran inside. Code had been called after DNR was located. It was a patient that I was very familiar with who was a pain in the ass but a pretty good guy and made me laugh. So that sucks.

Plus my gut hurts from absolutely inhaling my dinner.

Time for bed. Thanks for the rant, I needed it. Much love #nostr!