No title

I'm stuck. I don't have a title. Now what do I do?

Are you ready...more of the same. Work didn't change. The pattern continues. Quiet during the day, picks up around dinner time. I would say that bothers me because I want to get home in time for supper...but that's not true here.

This was the week of the random single piece of shrapnel or single bullet causing devastating injuries. This was also the week of looking at a CT in a patient who came in for kidney stones and diagnosing lymphoma in him.

I managed to Skype with my oldest brother, Jim, while he sat on his boat in Cabo, Mexico. Aahhh, the beauty of technology. He asked how the war was going? From my view through the wrong end of a telescope it's going fine. People get injured. We take care of them. If they're well enough, they go back to their units. If not, they get a long plane ride home and try to rebuild their lives. Are we making a difference? Yeah, we are, for the individual. Jim's response to my rambling, "Isn't war all about what happens between individuals?" or words to that effect. Yeah, I guess it is. I can't control what happens in DC, Kabul, or some lonely road where someone waits to blow someone up. I can only control what happens in my little part of the hospital and try to make a difference for them.

Speaking of war and individuals. This was also the week of a nutjob wearing an Army uniform and killing 13 people because he was a little distressed about getting deployed. Oh yeah, in case you didn't hear he is also a psychiatrist and graduated 2 years after me from the same med school. No, I didn't know him. We'll hear stories and theories over the next weeks/months/years about he was a victim, a terrorist, oppressed, etc. Cut the crap. He was and is a murderer. No more, no less.

On a more upbeat note. This was also the week of multiple trips to the British dining facility for the curry bar!!! And there was much rejoicing. They also have soft serve ice cream on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays! And there was even more rejoicing.

Saw some amazing pictures from home. Pictures of a guy jetskiing in front of our house from the flooding from the nor'easter! Fortunately Ruth and the kids were safe and dry (except for some water damage in the sunroom). I have not seen rain since we left the States. It's fun talking with the kids on Skype - they mostly view it as a time to jump around like crazy in front of the camera. I miss them.