Bad Water

I was poisoned at work. Just as I set down my pitcher of ice tea that I had just chug-a-lugged, someone called out, "Don't drink the water." She was saying things like, "Oh my God, couldn't you taste it?" "Oh my God, didn't you see the sign?" She went in the kitchen and said, "Oh my God, no one put a sign up."

It turned out that I drank about two cups of salt water. I don't know how salt got in the water supply, but downing sweetened tea made from it, I didn't notice until too late. That was yesterday. Today, my lips and tongue are still feeling parched and no matter how much water I drink, I can't quench my thirst. Sometimes I wonder if they are trying to kill the nurses before they reach retirement age and collect on their pensions.

There was one other weird thing about yesterday. The men kept staring at my boobs. That is not normally an issue with me. I'm not busty and I was modestly dressed in loose scrubs. It wasn't until I got home that I discovered the problem. Blood was splashed across my chest. I don't even know how that happened.