Greetings, and happy St. Patrick's Day to you.
May the the green vomit that covers your shoes tomorrow morning not be yours.
My St. Patrick's day began with my arrival home this morning after a 26hr shift on-call at my Friendly Neighborhood Trauma Center. Making last night especially painful was the fact that 2 of the 4 students scheduled to be on-call, called in sick. That left just 2 of us to shoulder all of the junk medical students have to do. As if the trauma gods knew there were only 2 of us, and one of us was up WAY past his bedtime... we had 5 trauma patients last night including a man who was struck in head with a subway train (poked his head out to (I assume) see if it was coming...duh!), a couple of falls that resulted in various intercranial bleeds, and the most interesting case was a man who was found at the bottom of his basement steps that, upon arrival to the emergency room, had the most rip-roaring case of subcutaneous emphysema I have ever seen in an alive person. He had air all the way down to his hands and let's just say that the scrotum is an amazingly elastic area! For this reason he was referred to lovingly as the""Michellin Man" for the rest of the night. As of this morning he was doing reasonably well all things considered.
I got to sleep until about 3 this afternoon and then Rileigh and I took a walk to the playgroud to let her burn off some energy running and climbing. It seems to have worked because she went to bed with no protest at all a few minutes ago at 8:30 (although it could have been my singing to her)
In other news, my oldest daughter Meagan (officially pronounced meggggggin[wink]) has officially obtained her learner's permit. After spending several hours with a driving instructor (whose bravery must rival that of a professional stuntman medicated to the gills and wrestling a grade 3 death-wish) she has been given the green light (pun intended) by The People's Republik of New Jersey to operate a motor vehicle.
Drivers, pedestrians, livestock, property owners, Fish and Game Commission and local law enforcement, You have been warned.
May god have mercy on our souls!
Thank goodness she does not like Taco Bell, or else....
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10 Comments:
haha. yea. im actually not that bad. :) plus...i'll save those adventured for when i drive your car! ;)
<3
So that's where she parked my care!!!!
**car
hhhmmmm...parked cars? That sounds familiar..oh ya...Tyson!
VJ
Hey Vaughn, you trying to give an old man chest pain??
I'm still puzzling over this guy who was struck in the head by the subway train... was it moving very fast? Or did he stick his head out as it was slowing down?
I have no idea.
But, I'm still pondering this.
Vin - that permit doesn't allow her to cross the bridge, does it? (or should I start keeping an eye out now?)
Ray M.
Ray, one can never be TOO careful when the universe conspires to intersect a teenage female with a 2000 pound machine...
No Ray, I can't cross the bridge, until September atleast. ;)
..and Dad, what does female have to do with it?
3 words: HORMONES!
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