In KDH

I'm sitting in King's Daughters' Hospital right now with my best friend and twin, Krista, on a hospital bed with a busted foot. She busted it throwing some cans over a fence on night in Louisville, cracked it sideways. And now, because she can't stand the pain anymore, I got to drive her to the ER right after dinner.

I havn't yet mentioned on this blog about how janky King's Daughters' Hospital is. Last time I had to bring a different friend, so many things were malfunctioning that I wrote a rap about how ghetto the place is:

King's Daughter's Rap
(Inspired by an ER run at 12 midnight to KDH)
By Rosa New

This place is so jank
jank, jank
Everything goes clank
clank, clank
The doc's so broke
He ain't got no stethescope!
If your feelin' like hell
and ya wann get well,
Don't come here!
The bed just fell
apart, apart
I'll just put ya in a cart
We'll roll into WalMart
Grab a nettie pot
and make yo pain stop.

Kings D.
Don't you pay me no fee
Your hospital is so jank
We should run it over with a tank!
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That should give you a taste of how jank this place can get.

Krista just overheard a couple of nurses talking, here's how the conversation went:
Nurse 1: Has anyone died on your shift yet?
Nurse 2: Nope.
Nurse 1: Your shift isn't over until someone dies....


Oh lovely. Let me count the number of broke things around here that I love. For starters, there's an old whitewashed rocking chair just sitting in the hallway.... I hope I never have to come here... If they say Krista need surgery, we're going to Louisville for it so she doesn't end up as the one dead person for this nurse's shift!