I sure didn't have time to write....
Another busy one, the loonies were all out, I'm afraid. Most of my patients last night seemed to be... well... a pain in the ass, is the way the doc described them. Everyone had a low pain tolerance, is a more diplomatic way of putting it.

No, that's not really right, I did have a few nice ones, but the majority weren't. At any rate, I ran my butt off, and my back is paying for it big time. No spasms, just really sore.

I did spend some pleasant time last night, talking to the wife of an ICU patient. I think that I would have surprised all of you who know me only through these pages... she is a very nice lady, about seventy-five or so. I have seen her in the smoking area, but she and I were out there alone last night, and she 'bout talked my leg off. It seems that she is deeply religious, and her faith in god and her doctor are getting her through this ordeal. She described to me how her and her husband's faith in god had sustained them, and how good they felt with the world through their faith... accepting whatever might happen, with the full realization that her husband's condition might be fatal.

This evidence of faith in this woman reminded me of my mother, and how she said that her faith sustained her, through the death of her daughter, the alcoholism and mental disease of her husband, poverty, sickness and the tribulations of having two atheist sons.

I am willing to occasionally contradict my mother... but not too often. And there was no way I was going to contradict this wonderful woman in the smoking area. Her faith and assurance were beautiful, she practically had an aura about her.

I was thinking at the time, if she had that much faith in a rock, it would serve her just as well. But I didn't say what I was thinking, for a change. And I feel good about that, and I feel that my life was somewhat enriched by talking to this lady.

I wish her and her husband well.