I refuse to be frightened by weathermen, and yet. . . I spent the evening outside, cleaning up before the storm. I'm ashamed at how much stuff there was out there. I moved a tailgate, 5 snow tires, an assortment of muck buckets, three extension cords, a lawnmower, a wood chipper, three folding chairs, a… Continue reading Calm before the Storm
The door rolls up as I approach, and I hear the Powerstroke cough to life. I'm not on the clock for another ten minutes, but I'll do the right thing and relieve the overnight crew. Regular Partner arrives as I take the reins, and we are off into the crisp fall morning. "Medic 9, be… Continue reading Bert
It's been a while since I've had a theme day at work. Today started to look like a Syncope Day, but that fizzled. Then we began to notice a pattern: all of our patients have had blood sugar readings in the same 6-point range. Every last one. If only I played the lottery.