News from the pit

Hi every-body.

I'm in the ICU this month. I'm on call every third day, which means that day A = 7a-12p, day B is 7a- until 12p on day C; Repeat.

Ergo, no posting from me.

Today was an "A" day. I went to vote after work today. I did my civic duty after only 3 hrs in line.

Here's hoping it makes a difference.

The Butcher's Bill* for this month is 13. That's a lot. 11 of those were in the first 14 days of the month. For some it was sudden and surprising. For others it was the best thing for them. For one it was too long in coming. 2 who we have now would be better off if they could go. 

I find myself strangely, or not so strangely reflective as I near the end of my month in the ICU - and my thirtieth birthday. Reflecting on this town, the country, life & death, and the things that one is supposed to have done.

As my husband is wont to point out, sure I'm an overachiever, but am I enough of an over achiever? As I approach 30 - I've graduated from college, a master's degree, and an MD program with degrees to show for all three; I married a doctor; I have a job;  I live in a house in the 'burbs; I'm training my dog to do search & rescue in my copious spare time; my car is paid off; I'm of fairly sound mind & body.

What do I have to bitch about, right? I'm right about on track, I guess.

For any of you who are wondering - of the house, white picket fence, and 2.5 kids - we're checked off on the house, fence is black iron, not kids - dogs and I'm working on it.

*In the war against Napoleon, when Admiral Nelson wanted to know how many people were dead, he'd yell to his orderly, "What's the butcher's bill for today?"