The Morgue

Yes, its been a while. I've been kind of busy with moving plans, running, men being confusing, life, etc. However, tonight I am "training" so I thought I'd take a moment to share a tale that you will hopefully find amusing.

So I was "training" (aka watching someone else do my job) and going CrAzY. I'm a bit of a workaholic when it comes to the lab and I felt like I needed to be doing SOMETHING... ANYTHING. I decided to ask my co-worker Amy if she'd like help doing some WBC diff's.

"No thanks. If you like you can take this Path Review up to the pathologist's office though. I don't like going up there. Its kind of creepy at night... like something out of the Sixth Sense... Just hoping nobody will sneak up on you"

Work!! YAY!!! With a joyful little skip, I ran to grab the key, paperwork, and tray containing some slides and frolicked off to the elevator.

Fact: The hospital is infinitely more eerie at midnight. The elevator door opened and the hallways were only half lit. I walked past the morgue and remembered a strange tale I had heard about a code blue (cardiac arrest) happening in the morgue. When I first heard the story, I couldn't decide if the person having the heart attack was a physician realizing the "deceased" wasn't really dead or if the "deceased" woke up, realized they were in a morgue and had a heart attack. I suddenly had visions of some zombie-esque soul banging on the door of the morgue trying to break out and causing me to have a heart attack. O_o

I scurried quickly down the hall, turned the corner, and fumbled through my keys to get into the pathologist's office. The key ring is a giant metal arrow which I have often found strange, but at this moment seemed mildly comforting. At least if someone came after me in the hospital I was armed.

Wandering back to the lab I decided to sing bousterously to myself. Its hard to feel anything but happy when you're belting "Les Mis" in an empty hospital hallway. I turned the corner and somebody at the end of the hall was staring at me.

"Oh good," the housekeeper said, letting out a sigh of relief. "I was kind concerned there for a second. We couldn't figure out who'd be up here at this time of night."

Moral of this Ghastly Tale: Morgues are spooky at night but Singing Broadway Showtunes can be just as frightening.