Saturday, 06 September, 1997 08:19
Another long Friday night. Had a lot of interesting patients, though, and that makes it more fun. I stayed busy most of the night. Enough to make me tired, naturally. Everything makes me tired, anymore. What's with that, anyway?
I'm trying to do a little bit of different stuff with the pix, putting this one in a table so I can have a caption. Hopefully, it'll be a little bit better presentation.
This picture,
Everyone was watching the damned funeral this morning. I'm right glad that it's over, myself. A more interesting fact is that Mother Teresa died. Well, hell, I won't miss her much either, I guess. She was never plagued with photographers, I don't expect...
I got mucho sleep yesterday, even after going to bed around 10:30 or so. Felt pretty good when I went in to work, but we got slammed pretty good shortly after I walked in the door. Things slowed down around 01:30 and maintained a relatively easy pace past that point, except for when the helicopter medics called in at about 03:30, saying that they were going to a scene to pick up two code reds. We were the non-preference hospital last night, so they just thought they'd warn us. Fortunately, the patients did have a preference, and it wasn't us!
Our Trauma room is being refurbished, we're getting digital radiographic equipment put in. In the meantime, we have to develop our films in the department, about sixty yards from the ED. That gets pretty tough on these old legs some nights... but it should be completed by next week. I'm looking forward to it being done... the trauma room is where I do most of my work at night....
This first picture is of my brother Dan, looking O so cool, leaning on his Ford, I think it was a '48, but I'm sure that he will correct me if I'm wrong. Amazingly, in this picture, he looks nothing like me at all. In fact, even in more modern pictures, he persists in looking nothing like me. In real life, he looks nothing like me either. Well, we both got kinda bald heads, but that's about it.

is a self-portrait taken in 1963, shortly after Dan gave me a guitar. I kept that guitar for a number of years, finally loaning it to a friend who then disappeared. I talked to him about five years ago, he told me that his brother sold it. It was a bow-top acoustic with steel strings, and harder than hell to fret properly, but it had an excellent sound.
