Tasmiya

Tasmiya *walks into hospital room* : Hey. This place smells like bacon.

Rest of the staff: …………………………

Tasmiya: Well, I don’t actually know the exact smell of bacon but I imagine it would smell a lot like this hospital.

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Co-worker: Your room smells like anal glands! Gross!

Tasmiya: That’s wierd. I can’t smell a thing.

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Tasmiya: Hey! This koala here. It smells like guava! Can anybody else smell that?

Co-worker: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??

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My job really sucks sometimes.

On Saturday 2 emergency hit by car dogs came into the clinic (not at the same time, thank goodness).

Both critical.

Neither of them made it.

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My eldest was not well. Coughing/spluttering/fever. He is never irritable, though mashaAllah. He just takes it all like a trooper and never complains. Alhamdulillah he is all better today.

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Sunday was a day of nothing. We veged out, took altogether too long to get out of our pyjamas. The house did not get clean. My sister-in-law visited with gifts (!) and yes, they were entirely appropriate for husband and me.