Day Four of the maddening drones of the wind fans in our basement.  Oh to not hear that sound will be of the greatest delight...Waiting for the insurance adjuster to pay me a visit.

Monday January 3rd Workday

Mondays at the hospital are like Fridays at the bar, and Mondays after the New Year's holiday weekend are like New Years Eve at the bar.  It was busy and crazy and there was plenty to do for everyone.   Had an extremely disturbing case that made me re-evaluate the whole dogs giving unconditional love idea.  A young lady came to our department today for a pre-op x-ray from the E.R.  She needed emergency facial surgury because her beloved dog who she loved like a child suddenly mauled her face.  She said that she and the dog were "snuggle buddies" and she loved him more than the world.  What would make a beloved dog raised with nothing but love and kindness turn on it's owner?  I believe this Husky Mix took it's owner's nose right off.  While most would immediately have this dog destroyed, my patient was hoping she could give him another chance.

Christians see God in the beauty of the world.  The beautiful sunset, the trees in the forest, and the miraculous birth of a child(so they say. not to miraculous to me when a crackhead can produce a littler of kids).   My 16 years at the hospital have proven to me beyond any reasonable doubt that there is no God, or at least not a God who gives a rat's ass about the human race.  There might be one, but he's got a whole universe to tend, and this microscopic dot known as planet earth ain't on his routine maintenance plan. 

At the hospital I see nature, not God.  Tonight I took care of the cutest little two year old.  He had on this big bright yellow Sponge Bob pajama top, and a big happy grin to match.  He was a very non typical two year old who was an exceptionally easy patient.  That is usually a very troublesome demographic in health care on all levels.  Oh by the way this little two year old had cancer.  The port coming out of his chest and the thinning hair was the dead give away.  To write this type of situation off as a great mystery which is part of our great creator's plan is a line of thinking I could never adhere.  It's just the nature in it's purest, rawest form.  It's indiscriminate and unrelenting.  Cancer doesn't care where is sets up shop any more than the Lion feels remorse for taking the weakest juvenile Wildebeest as his lunch.

Today my coworker Mark and I x-rayed the most screwed up human being I have ever seen in my career.  I am going to pull out my favorite religious cliche's at this time: God Never Makes Mistakes."  If there is a God he must have made this individual on a Monday after a long hard weekend with little sleep.  This was a 20 year old who was about 40 lbs of twisted protoplasm.  He had these little skinny bird arms and legs and a very tiny head to match.  His eyes were looking every which way, but you could tell there wasn't anyone home.  His glances were nothing but electricity.  When Mark and I moved this individual he made some grunting noises as to say just leave me the fuck alone.  What could the purpose of a human born into a total vegetative state besides being a total drain on human and medical resources?  Did he have a family who loved and cared for him?  I do not know.  Patients like this come in and out of our lives at Sparrow and I just wonder why we don't just put them out of their misery.  Why are we as humans so cruel as to let someone like this just exist?  Once again it's just nature in which there is a perfect balance.  Somewhere to cancel this young man out there is a genius who is a star athlete with breath taking good looks.

What a Fun Sunday

This is supposed to be one of those days to kick back and do nothing...It's the last day of vacation for my wife and daughter and we are trapped in the basement flooding nightmare.   It was as if we moved yesterday.  We went through the paces anyway.  Transferred about five tons of basement items up the stairs and in the garage and kitchen.   I feel like we've created our own episode of hoarders our dining area.  I hear the basement water clean up guys downstairs running their machines that we are probably paying $197 and hour to operate.  My wife asked the workers the silliest of questions: "How can you guys do what you do?" She was insinuating how much of a painstaking task their job descriptions are.  I believe the most lucrative businesses out there are the ones where they have the customer over a barrel, and we are over a big ass barrel.

Testing 1,2,3

Just going to run through the paces of a test page here...Testing 1,2,3.....What a New Years Day.  Sump pump died, and basement did flood.  Could have been a hell of a lot worse had we been gone for a couple of days.  Lesson learned was to make sure the God Damned back up pump is set in a working position.  Doesn't do a whole lot of good to have a back up pump if string to the float is not hanging where it will function properly.   Glad I could give the water clean up company in town a little sugar on this first day of 2011.