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Aug. 24th, 2005 02:48 pmGuppy emerges from the bar back into the hospital and walks straight into his boss.
"You all right Guppy?"
Guppy rubs his forehead.
"Just got a bit of a migraine. I'll be okay, I'm only on for another hour."
Harry looks at him disbelievingly before a thought pops into his head.
"Weren't you here until three yesterday? And you're on the last hour so you must have started at ten this morning."
Guppy nods, the pain aching in his head.
"Why didn't you say anything? You must have known I'd made a mistake on the shift rota. I don't expect even you to get by on six hours sleep between shifts."
"I didn't want to make a fuss when we're short staffed."
Harry smiles. "Very commendable of you Dr Sandhu, however I will worry about rotas. As common triggers of migraines are stress, tiredness and physical exhaustion, I suggest that you go home, and leave the worrying to me."
"Thanks."
"And Dr Sandhu?"
Guppy looks around.
"I don't know what in particular you are fretting about at exactly this point in time, but stop it. If it's something you can sort out, then sort it. If not, then accept it. You've been under that dark cloud for the past week and you aren't doing yourself or anyone else any favours."
***
There is the sound of a hungry kitten meowing.
Guppy forces his eyes open and glances at his bedside clock.
What! 2pm!
He throws the damp cloth off his forehead and stumbles out of bed, the migraine more or less gone with the sleep. Only then does he notice a note on his bedside table.
Guppy,
1. You looked like you needed the sleep so Nina fed Scampi at two and I fed him at eight this morning.
2. The toaster is broken. Don't use it.
3. On your locker is a yoga tape. Do it and destress or Woody and I will make you go to classes. I will be testing you later.
-Abs
"Oh you have got to be joking."
Guppy's mind now presents him with two choices. Either he can do the tape here in the privacy of his living room, or he can go to a yoga class with lots of women in lycra watching. Knowing his mates, he is 108% certain that it was not a idle threat.
He feeds the kitten, goes downstairs and slips the tape into the video player.
"You all right Guppy?"
Guppy rubs his forehead.
"Just got a bit of a migraine. I'll be okay, I'm only on for another hour."
Harry looks at him disbelievingly before a thought pops into his head.
"Weren't you here until three yesterday? And you're on the last hour so you must have started at ten this morning."
Guppy nods, the pain aching in his head.
"Why didn't you say anything? You must have known I'd made a mistake on the shift rota. I don't expect even you to get by on six hours sleep between shifts."
"I didn't want to make a fuss when we're short staffed."
Harry smiles. "Very commendable of you Dr Sandhu, however I will worry about rotas. As common triggers of migraines are stress, tiredness and physical exhaustion, I suggest that you go home, and leave the worrying to me."
"Thanks."
"And Dr Sandhu?"
Guppy looks around.
"I don't know what in particular you are fretting about at exactly this point in time, but stop it. If it's something you can sort out, then sort it. If not, then accept it. You've been under that dark cloud for the past week and you aren't doing yourself or anyone else any favours."
***
There is the sound of a hungry kitten meowing.
Guppy forces his eyes open and glances at his bedside clock.
What! 2pm!
He throws the damp cloth off his forehead and stumbles out of bed, the migraine more or less gone with the sleep. Only then does he notice a note on his bedside table.
Guppy,
1. You looked like you needed the sleep so Nina fed Scampi at two and I fed him at eight this morning.
2. The toaster is broken. Don't use it.
3. On your locker is a yoga tape. Do it and destress or Woody and I will make you go to classes. I will be testing you later.
-Abs
"Oh you have got to be joking."
Guppy's mind now presents him with two choices. Either he can do the tape here in the privacy of his living room, or he can go to a yoga class with lots of women in lycra watching. Knowing his mates, he is 108% certain that it was not a idle threat.
He feeds the kitten, goes downstairs and slips the tape into the video player.
