{"id":177,"date":"2009-12-03T21:24:20","date_gmt":"2009-12-03T18:24:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hypog.net\/blog\/?p=177"},"modified":"2009-12-03T21:47:39","modified_gmt":"2009-12-03T18:47:39","slug":"reality-blurred","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypog.net\/blog\/?p=177","title":{"rendered":"Reality Blurred"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#160;<\/p>\n<p>Every morning for the past four weeks I\u2019ve been greeted by the wonderful sight of the current hospital my cycle has been taking place..<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto\" title=\"091202_133711\" border=\"0\" alt=\"091202_133711\" src=\"http:\/\/hypog.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/091202_133711.jpg\" width=\"244\" height=\"184\" \/><\/p>\n<p>This is State Clinical Hospital number 15, located in the secluded corner of little known Metro Novogrievo, of the yellow line.<\/p>\n<p>With a lit cigarette in my hand (in actuality, I\u2019m carrying my Smernoi Obuv), I stare at the upper floors. Every morning, this chick is there, waving at me (Not exactly sure what she\u2019s doing, but I\u2019m pretty sure she\u2019s not waving at me).<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto\" title=\"091202_133743\" border=\"0\" alt=\"091202_133743\" src=\"http:\/\/hypog.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/091202_133743.jpg\" width=\"244\" height=\"184\" \/> <\/p>\n<p>It may be hard to see her, but trust me, she\u2019s there. If you don\u2019t believe me, check out this zoomed in picture of her! <\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px\" title=\"chick-wave\" border=\"0\" alt=\"chick-wave\" src=\"http:\/\/hypog.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/chickwave1.png\" width=\"244\" height=\"171\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Anyways, every morning, besides her, I look up at the upper floors all the Operating Theatres will be in plain sight.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px\" title=\"091202_133724\" border=\"0\" alt=\"091202_133724\" src=\"http:\/\/hypog.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/091202_1337241.jpg\" width=\"244\" height=\"184\" \/><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px\" title=\"091202_133753\" border=\"0\" alt=\"091202_133753\" src=\"http:\/\/hypog.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/091202_1337531.jpg\" width=\"244\" height=\"184\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&#160;<\/p>\n<p>At this point, I mutter to myself in my head \u201cJust wait for me, I\u2019ll be there shortly, operating and shit\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps instead, the ideal thing I should be yelling is, \u201cWait for me!\u201d to my group mates who are quickly fading into the distance.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px\" title=\"091202_133819\" border=\"0\" alt=\"091202_133819\" src=\"http:\/\/hypog.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/12\/091202_1338191.jpg\" width=\"244\" height=\"184\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#160; Every morning for the past four weeks I\u2019ve been greeted by the wonderful sight of the current hospital my cycle has been taking place.. 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