Words used: hatch'ment, sphygmomanometer, colposinquanonia, piquant, flax, epistemophobia, herpagonnasiphilaids, perspicacity, swamp-donkey
And the story:
I'm usually to humble to admit that my perspicacity is the driving force behind my weekly creative writing skit, but it seems an unspoken challenge has been offered up.... So away we go...
Jené was dead on her feet. Working the graveyard shi...ft at Mercy General was not for the weak of heart. And now her sphygmomanometer was on the fritz!
Also she was feeling a bit hung over. She had spent one too many hours at the local watering hole. A combination of the alcohol and her tendency toward colposinquanonia, left her scuffling with the resident swamp donkey toward the end of the night. The entire evening had left a piquant taste in her mouth.
Snapping back to her work at hand her pager went off telling her she had another patient on the way up. A man by the name of Heath Akers was being admitted for a severe case of herpagonnasiphilaids. And it was time for her break. Looks like she would only have time to grab and honey flax seed Kashi bar and get on with the evening.
Jené was still astounded to be in the position she was in. Her epistemophobia almost doing in her nursing career. But she over came and was so happy to be helping others, like Heath, through such hard times. She hoped that when she was old and finally passed on her hatchment would reflect all she endured in her service to people. It's what had always made her happy.
Authors note: My brain hurts. I hope you're all happy :P
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