"FP".
Another AIDS admission.
This one's great.
They bring him in strapped down because he threw
his own infected shit at them.
You better bring your goggles and a mask.
We think he's got TB.
He's pissed as hell.
Apparently, he wants to die at home,
but somebody keeps calling 9-1-1, a relative back home
in Iowa or some damn place.
Just keep him snowed with Ativan.
Believe you me, you do not want to get to know this fucker.
Kaposi's all over, stinks like shit, incontinent, of course.
How long before you get down here because his nurse is
driving me insane.
Of course we got blood cultures.
Yeah, a gas.
OK.
I'll stick him one more time.
The things you do for love.