| Certainly Not an Isolated Occurance |
[Sep. 10th, 2005|01:22 pm] |
| [ | I feel |
| |  pissed off | ] |
How the hell do people think it's okay to let their little kids play with marbles?
The human body contains far too many important orifices for this practice to be even briefly considered safe.
Believe me, it is not fun for anyone. |
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| A subtle hint. |
[Aug. 28th, 2005|09:48 am] |
I cleaned the whiteboard. Twice, actually.
The first time I cleaned it because had acquired a layer of grime as thick as a textbook. And the second time? Well, it just looked so inviting when it was clean that I . . . I drew all over it. No one really needed to know that though, oh well.
The moral of the story is, it's clean now.
So House when you feel like, oh I don't know, working, it's ready. |
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| Hehe. |
[Aug. 4th, 2005|11:38 am] |
| [ | I feel |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Hospital noises | ] |
( Quack ) |
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| Diagnostics Team Pep Talk |
[Jul. 24th, 2005|01:29 pm] |
Quack.
We are sitting ducks here, just waiting for hospital administration to shoot us down for lack of any significant contributions to the field of medicine.
Where has all the creativity gone? The clinic is bursting with the mundane. Not an unidentifiable illness to be found. Desperately we sort through colds and sprains, seeking the oh so elusive . . . unknown.
The New Jersey population has become blasé and we have become all but superfluous.
We must rally!
Somewhere out there I know that we are needed. Somewhere out there unanswered questions lurk. We must lay down our cross word puzzles, put aside our copies of last year's medical journals and seek those in need, hunt down those questions. We shall find, and we shall cure!
Our voices will be heard across the nation . . .
Please send sick people! |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 10th, 2005|05:53 pm] |
| [ | I feel |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | I Predict A Riot - Kaiser Chiefs | ] |
Uh, House?
Charity?
Dating?
People?
Are you feeling okay? |
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| So damn innocent. Yeah, right. |
[Jun. 22nd, 2005|02:39 pm] |
| [ | I feel |
| |  mellow | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Tie Her Down - Senses Fail | ] |
She took a bite of her doughnut before going back to reading the e-mail. Sugar was of course the natural substitute for caffeine and when you add chocolate to the mix, well, Cameron was a happy camper. There were still several strands of toilet paper hiding about the office but she was really trying not to care.
She turned down the volume on the computer as her music began. Cameron was slightly worried about other people's reactions to the lyrics. It wasn't exactly a work appropriate album but she was alone. Alone in an office that had been, mere hours ago, covered in bathroom supplies and she needed to get the image of Chase in those awful scrubs out of her mind.
So love me gently with a chainsaw (( chainsaw ) |
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| Felines, one happy little feline . . . |
[Jun. 15th, 2005|11:18 pm] |
| [ | I feel |
| |  thankful | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Shine It All Around - Robert Plant | ] |
Let me begin by saying, I adore my cat.
She's wonderful, the sweetest creature ever. Anyway, I'm naming her Carmen. (House, you know the real reason but if anyone else asks she's named after the opera.)
I'm so happy that this worked out. It was great to come home today and have her greet me, purring and weaving around my ankles. I bought one of those huge, carpeted monstrosities that commonly go by the title Cat Tree. Carmen really loves it though, so it's completely worth it. Right now she's fast asleep on one of the platforms.
My apartment finally feels like home rather than just the place I sleep and keep my stuff. |
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| Message left on House's answering machine: |
[Jun. 1st, 2005|10:51 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Plainsong - The Cure | ] |
Hey Greg, it's me. Me, Allison. Yeah.
(long pause)
I . . . I was wondering if I . . . could come over tonight. To your house. I wouldn't need to stay or anything and . . . and . . . you can say no. That is, if you don't want me to.
Ummm . . . Okay.
Call me. Please, call me.
Love you,
Bye.
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| Subject: Hellooooo! |
[May. 30th, 2005|12:51 pm] |
| [ | I feel |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Futures - Jimmy Eat World | ] |
To: Dr E. Foreman, Dr R. Chase
From: Dr A. Cameron
Hey boys,
We need to talk. Nothing serious or anything, just touch base.
Yeah, so, e-mail me, page me, or use one of the million other means of contact we have.
. . .
Or just come find me, I'll be in the library.
- Cam (Batgirl/Chase's loving space wife) |
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| it's not like I can't feel you still |
[May. 28th, 2005|01:54 am] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Strange - Tori Amos | ] |
Cameron sat on her bed, cradling the necklace he had given her in her palm. It was so light that she could barely feel it's weight. She spread her fingers and let parts of it slip through them. It felt fluid, liquid. Cameron clenched her hand into a tight fist before the necklace could fall.
She didn't really know what to do with it. She'd been keeping it in the top drawer of her bedside table, but there it was both too close and too far away. Still clutching the necklace, Cameron leaned back against her pillows ( and stared up at the ceiling. ) |
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| if that's what it takes to sail you home |
[May. 19th, 2005|02:51 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | 1,000 Oceans - Tori Amos | ] |
(OOC: You have to know by now that whenever the music is Tori Amos it means that it's time for more Cameron angst. This one even has flashbacks. Hope you like it.)
During this past week Cameron had been able to keep Wilson's words at bay. There were patients to attend to, tests to run, nurses to talk to. Cameron had learned how to keep everything inside. Hide it from everyone, including herself. But eventually the dam she'd built would break and it would all come pouring out into her. Flooding her body and mind.
( She was signing out of the Clinic when it broke. ) |
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| Oh man. |
[May. 15th, 2005|11:57 am] |
Cameron slunk into work, she kept her head down and avoided contact with everyone. The list of people who she didn't want to see was really astonishingly long. She headed for the lab under the pretense of checking on tests. It was by far the safest bet. Unfortunately Andy probably wouldn't let her hang around for the next ten years so eventually she would be required to face the music.
Face. Oh man. She'd really done it this time. This was bad. Far from the personal repercussions that surely came from hitting one's boyfriend there were professional issues to be considered. She hadn't even had the decency to do it in a private setting. Nope. Cameron had chosen a bustling patio.
( Stupid, stupid, stupid. ) |
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| Yes. Even Cameron is Curious. |
[May. 9th, 2005|05:09 pm] |
| [ | I feel |
| |  restless | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Inouis - Karl Zero w/ Daisy d'Errata | ] |
Cameron had been flitting through the hospital all day, never staying in one place long. She had noticed, early on, that there was something decidedly odd going on. But, that was akin to remarking that there seemed to be an awful lot of sick people about. In other words . . . duh.
Still, this didn't feel like the normal hospital drama. No. Similar but bigger. Cameron watched people scurry around and there seemed to be a thread of tension running through all of them. Nurses, Interns, Residents and Doctors, all equally . . . something. Well, with all those parties involved that had to mean that the tension was trickling down from somewhere high up on the food chain.
The department heads.
House, Wilson, Pearce, McKay etc. The boys club. Fabulous. That meant that, right now, her only possible way of getting reliable information was through House and, from what she had observed, he held onto their fraternity secrets pretty tightly.
She wasn't normally interested in the personal affairs of others. In fact, Cameron often looked down upon those who were. But something, an instinct or a hunch, told her that this could be important. Or at least, well worth knowing.
Cameron sat down on a bench in a corridor on the second floor. She'd just have to wait. Wait until the situation exploded. Then she could collect the shattered pieces and fit them together. Big news (gossip) at PPTH often came in the form of a massive jigsaw puzzle.
She flipped open her laptop and sent an e-mail to Foreman. Cameron thought about contacting Chase as well but with his grand parents coming it seemed like he didn't need to be bothered with her petty concerns.
( To: Dr. Foreman ) |
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| To: House |
[May. 6th, 2005|03:13 pm] |
So . . . this big, giant excuse to watch trained professionals make complete fools of themselves is tonight.
Would you like to pick me up?
Lets say, 8:30.
It also means that you can't leave early. Ha. |
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| Never was a Cornflake Girl . . . |
[Apr. 22nd, 2005|01:10 am] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Cornflake Girl - Tori Amos | ] |
Life is good.
Okay more than good. I'm in some kind of insane euphoria. If I don't stop grinning soon either Chase or Foreman is going to write one of their little mock symptom lists up on the whiteboard and pretend to diagnose me. And, come to think of it, the chances that an action as conspicuous as closing all of the usually wide open blinds would go unnoticed is highly unlikely. There's no such thing as a secret here. Although, I digress, we were kind of asking for it. There's a whole world outside of PPTH, I think we forget that sometimes.
Oh man, I hope no one thinks we . . . no, they couldn't.
I want this to work so badly.
I'll be the first to admit that it's going to be challenging but, I'm sure it's worth it. He's worth it.
I just can't help feeling guilty . . .
I never imagined something like this would happen. It wasn't supposed to. I wasn't supposed to move on.
Damn. There goes the euphoria. |
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| General Hospital |
[Apr. 16th, 2005|01:49 pm] |
| [ | I feel |
| |  indescribable | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Pop Song 89 - R.E.M. | ] |
I say this with the utmost respect for everyone at PPTH but,
What the hell is going on?!?
I feel like I'm working in a freaking soap opera. Pretty soon someone's evil twin is going to show up.
Okay, just had to express my complete and utter . . . I don't even know . . . about the whole situation. I'll do something productive now. |
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| Memo to Dr. House and all other concerned parties |
[Apr. 14th, 2005|02:21 pm] |
| [ | I feel |
| | relieved | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Joy to the World - Three Dog Night | ] |
There is nothing, I repeat nothing wrong with the burger.
It is perfectly normal, well, it's slightly undercooked but other than that it's fine.
So, no cause for alarm. |
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| The word yellow wandered through her mind in search of something to connect with. |
[Apr. 13th, 2005|11:39 pm] |
Okay, this may sound like an odd question but, does anyone know anything about paint?
My bathroom walls are this sickening yellow colour. It reminds me of The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. I've been meaning to repaint them since I moved into my apartment. Tonight I was brushing my teeth and I looked around the room and decided that it's time to do something about it. The problem is, I'm afraid that I'll just pick some equally appalling colour to replace the yellow with.
I know this might seem flippant but . . . I need help.
Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
And Foreman? Have you gotten Cindy's test results back yet? |
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