it's well documented within the circle of trust that i have some PTSD related to working with a large population of crack babies' mommas while living in chicago. crack-whore-tainted boob juice was the norm in the special care nursery at my first hospital. when forced to handle it (the juice, not the boob), i used to double-glove, wrap my body in saran wrap, then cry in the shower when i got home from work.
it wasn't pretty.
i've been better lately. maybe it's because there's less of the ol' HIV running around? not sure.
regardless, it's disgusting.
and if you ever want to see me vomit and pass out at the same time...squirt some on me.
maybe that's what i need...some flooding therapy?
