Busy night, and not enough sleep today. We do, however, have a good chance for a better night tonight, with the doc that's on... except for the fact that it's high school football night, which means kids coming in on spineboards with the full football regalia on... I hate the way they cry when we have to cut off their precious shoulderpads...
I've just about got this machine back the way that I want it, although that's an impossible task. There are so damned many little details that I keep forgetting!
Karen had the day off today, and she is keeping Patrick and Lacee tonight. Lacee got in some big trouble last night, and everyone but me knows what happened, but she won't tell me. I hate mysteries, I'll weasel it out of her somehow. I could just get Karen to tell me, but that'd spoil the fun...
Got the flu shot this morning. Arm hurts, but I feel better knowing that I won't get any nasty diseases from my patients. Speaking of nasty diseases, I x-rayed an 18-month-old girl last night that sounded worse than any kid that I've done for a while... she just had the croup, and her airway was restricted enough to make her sound like an old wheezer with emphysema. She was cured within an hour or so, of course, and she didn't have any pneumonia along with it.
I really hate it when we have these bouts of sick kids, and I feel one coming on. They are hard as hell to x-ray, and their parents act like we want to kill their kids, and I just feel sorry for everyone involved, myself included. I remember having kids so sick that all I could do was hold them and cry along with them... a miserable feeling. It's not quite that bad with other people's kid, though, but almost sometimes... cute little girls, crying their eyes out, snot running down their chins...
I've been having weird dreams lately. Several nights ago, I dreamed that I was about 75, and I had to go to the hospital to get a broken hip fixed. I was driving my little red pick-up, and I stopped to do some fishing on the way to the hospital, and some guys that I know from the local ambulance service came along and hauled me away, 'cause the doctor was waiting, and he was mad. I was mad too, I'd almost caught the biggest bass of my life, and they had to restrain me with leather straps to get me on the guerney.
Then last night I had one of those weird dreams where I was endlessly lost in this old house, looking for the bathroom. I hate it when that happens, because I know in my dream that if I just get up and go pee that I can get out of this dream... but it's never quite that simple.
Enough rambling. I need to go work on the entries that I missed... and they're up now, starting here...