Interesting day. It started off looking like it might be boring, but it wound up being... interesting. And pretty ugly, too. One thing that always amazes me is the people who complain about slow service in a hospital. Can they not just look around and see what's happening? Can't they open their ears and hear the screaming? Do they not feel for other people at all? OK, if you go to a clinic and you're having to wait past your appointed time, maybe, just maybe, you got a legitimate bitch. But not in a hospital. Never in a hospital, dammit. There are things happening in hospitals that are a little more important than making sure that your outpatient visit gets done on time. It will get done, and it will get done as quickly as possible, but there is such a thing as triage, and someone will probably decide that diagnosing the screaming kid with a head injury is more important... yes, *More Important!*, than diagnosing your hiatal hernia right now. So you will wait. If you want an apology for waiting an extra fifteen minutes, I will call my director to come by and explain stuff to you. Yeah, it was one of those days, it was. But it's over now. Well, not really... I'm on call this weekend, which is good, I need to make some money. I imagine that I will be there most of the weekend, the hospital is full and the weather is still wonderful, so people will be out injuring themselves. Most of the call-backs that I've got lately, though, have been medical. This summer was pretty unusual, in that we have not had the trauma that we have historically had during the summers past. I can't think of a reason why that is, any ideas? People getting smarter, maybe? Nah... BabyBush is still in office, that ain't it... People getting luckier? Well, maybe, but I sure haven't gotten lucky lately... but that's an entirely different matter, and this is not the time or place. Speaking of times and places, Michael at Bunt Sign celebrated his thousandth entry, a pretty good landmark. I predict that he's in it for the long haul! Peace protests. Peace protestors. My heart is with them, fools that they are. Their bootless (dictionary .com)protestations (yeah, I should have gone to thesaurus .com) will not fall on deaf ears, but on ears that hear "An Eye For An Eye" above all else. And the possessors of those ears believe that all war is holy war, for we are always, always, *always!* right, and we are mighty. Almighty, we are, and we shall smite, I say, SMITE, the enemy. That would be, uh, Saddam, right now. Well, we was gonna smite Ben Laden, but he was, um, unsmitable, and besides, it's not important anyway, it's Saddam, yep, SADDAM, who is our real enemy, yep, that oil guy in IRAQ! Um, OLD guy, yep, OLD. Gotta get him, make the world safe. After all, he tried to kill mah DADDY he did! That would be the daddy that said that atheists shouldn't be allowed to vote, they aren't real 'mericans. I never did like him any, either. Karen went to Lawrence to get Brian, leaving me to my own devices tonight, but I stayed out of trouble, even cleaned up the kitchen. Pulled a power supply out of a computer carcass to give to Matt, the one in his computer went out, I hope that the one that I gave him works. No calls so far. Maybe I'll get to sleep all night?