experimental drugs

when i got home from work last night, there was a message from Queenie who had had a dream that i had been murdered by a pink satin ribbon.
i didn't think much about it until i got up this morning and was thinking of what to wear today. tonight a friend and i are going into the big city to see a movie. i don't know much about her except she's originally from toronto and she's doing her residency in the hospital here until the new year. i found a pink satin ribbon as i was tidying the bathroom. i very nearly decided to wear it today. and then i thought "what if she's a murderer? i don't know her that well. i can't provide her with the murder weapon!".

Queenie's dream changed though and in the end i had actually died because of a reaction to an experimental drug.
One of the perks of working in a small hospital is that sometimes you can get a doctor to write you a prescription for something (not narcotics) without having to see them officially in their office (which is good because i hate doing that). Yesterday it was decided that i either have carpal tunnel, tendonitis, or rheumatoid arthritis. One of the doctors wrote me a prescription for a drug. i'm going to do a drug experiment. i'm a human test subject (but aren't we all?).
i'm pretty sure i wont have a bad reaction to it. but at least i'll be spending the evening with a med student. almost as safe as hanging out with nurses.