It is 5:04 in the morn. Once again, I have spent my night witnessing horrifying things. But tonight was special. I was supposed to take my first patient "by myself." It just so happened that when my turn came up, it was some poor bastage who decided to die on the table. Poor Josh was standing there like a slow kid on the curb, when CPR began. The man was miraculously revived and then rushed in for surgery (which I got to scrub in on) and his life was saved again but in a more permanent fashion (i.e., stopping all the blood from gushing out of his orifices). It was mind blowing. Some serious beating-heart-and-heaving-lungs-right-before-your-very-eyes action. And I got to help close for the first time in ages. I was rusty, but it looked ok. Crazy fest, no? I'm so tired right now, I don't even know what tone this post is striking. Are tones even struck? Whatever.
So last night I dreamt, I mean, not last night, but the night before, anyway...
I dreamt that I was at a house who's back yard was an impossibly steep cliff with a breathtaking view of Canyonlands, and the front of the house was along a cliffside highway in Hawaii. There were a lot of people there at a party of sorts. Mostly nondescript friends of parents type people. Then I made out with some girl from high school that I hadn't thought about in years until Rob and I went through the yearbook the other day. Ok, now I revealed too much.
I'm going to be a father in about 5 weeks. I'm excited, and not all that nervous. OK, lets stop this post before I start revealing things that I'll REALLY regret.
Gave a nice evening. Peace out.
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Who was the girl?
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