Yeargh.

Dear Moderately Slow yet Highly Irritating Coworker,

You're sweaty. Check. Got it. Got it 15 "I'm so sweaty!"-s ago. Lose a little ass. You won't be so sweaty. Or maybe do something more often, say... your job. You'll get used to all the movement.

Oh, and a BP of 64 over anything is a critical BP- if you don't tell your nurse, she'll rightfully behead you.

Bitching about your weight, and how you must lose some, then ordering a cheesecake wrap and a chicken-steak sub in practically the same breath seems somehow counterproductive.

Eaughhhh-

Sauce.

PS- shift RN, do me a favor, put her on the low side, so she's as far away from me as possible!