I'm not completely sure what's odder, when a more-psychotic icu patient wants to kill me, or when (like tonight) they're obsessed with me and LOVE me. It's honestly a bit creepy. Every time I go in there she talks about how cool I am and how good I look in purple, and about how she was worried it was one of THEM before she realized it was me.
Oh, and she asked if I was married. Hmm. (raised eyebrow)
(updated way later in the night) - OK, this went from kind of cute in an eccentric way, to odd, to OMG I'M GOING TO KILL SOMEONE NOW AND SOMEONE WILL HAVE TO COME BAIL ME OUT OF PRISON. Kidding. Sort of...
Why do I get the really horribly annoying people before going on vacation?
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