Another fairly slow day at work. I got stuck doing a biopsy this afternoon, spent about three hours sitting on my butt... most of that just waiting for the doctor. Very interesting patient, however, one that I'm glad that I got to meet... more on him later. I was thinking about leaving early, but this fellow comes into the ER that fell off of a bicycle. It was not known whether he fell off or was knocked off... anyway, he had a subarrachnoid hematoma. Pretty interesting case... there was no identifiable fracture, but there was some air inside of his skull. The exam wasn't the best, though... he was all over the table, and I had to make two runs and combine them to get a decent series. Hopefully, he will be all right, but I've learned to not make predictions about these things. Anyway, I recently missed yet another anniversary! Yep, on the fifteenth, it was eleven years since I had my first heart attack. I only thought of that as I was leaving the hospital tonight, for some reason or another. And today, or maybe tomorrow, is the first day of winter... no, wait, that's December, isn't it? O'well. I don't wanna be rushing the season, do I? A 94-year-old woman killed by anthrax. Hard to believe, especially when there appears to be no known exposure... except for the US mail. Kim and the kids were here when I got home, and then later, Kim went home to make fudge... but she let the kids here. So far, they're behaving relatively well. They will be here all night, but I'm going to bed shorrtly, and they will be Karen's problem. Y'all have a happy thanxgiving.