So a freind of mine thought that I should continue where Tim Lancaster
(the man the myth the legend) left off. Tim had been the editor
for a Newsletter of Synergy ER called the Medifesto... sort of like
manifesto, only with more snap.
This letter is a semi-serious thing that came out every whenver Tim
felt like it. I was told that I was to "make it my own."
Well, for anyone who knows me, making it my own might not be such a
great idea. Then... on the other hand, perhaps I can finally get
my voice heard. That's right, now is my time. Up there,
it's thier time, but down here, this IS OUR TIME. Rob, you
Gooooooonie!!!
Ok, sorry about the Goonies reference. But to warn you, there are still 2 more coming.
So I think I will work on making this Newsletter. All I have to
do is get people to write articles for it, submit them, edit them,
format them, retype them, re-edit them. Alter them to fit into a
framework, interview and document with various staff, publish and
distribute them after printing, and I'm all set. I figure it
should take about 14 minutes for me to make the newsletter.
I have 4 nightshifts in a row starting with tonight. I always
find nightshifts kind of interesting. Sometimes, what is most
interesting is why people come into the ER at 3:30 in the morning
complaining of a runny nose they have had for 3 weeks. Maybe I'll
keep a log of how many of the people who come into the ER
over the next four days really needed to be there, and how many of them
could have waited till morning. It's good to have 4 night shifts
in a row, since then at least my body can sort of adjust. I have
been "prepping" myself by staying up really late at night. That
way, my body is eased into the shock of switching timeframes.
I've also been prepping by going out nightly and surviving off a slurry
of grubs, roots, and rock slime. This way, my body will be eased
into eating the leftover sludge that is present in the late night
cafeteria. It's no wonder with this kind of food as our baseline
that we have rampant childhood obesity. Now DO THE TRUFFLE
SHUFFLE!
Oh, we also had our residency retreat. We all went to Mary-Jo
Wagner's (program director) house and created a mini-golf course.
It actually was pretty fun. The highlight of the day was when
Laura (same person who sighned me up for Medifesto), hit a ball with a
putter hard enough for it to litereally fly OVER Mary Jo's house.
It was breathtaking, and somehow, beautiful. Other highlights
included mass amounts of frisbee, landing on my face repeatedly while
jumping of diving board, and waking up the next morning feeling like I
was dragged behind a Yugo for 40 miles. If only I had my pincer's
of power, I could have been saved if I had my pincers of power!
Whew, that last Goonies ref was a bit forced, but oh well.
Oh, and also my brother is pregnant, as is his wife Laura. Wait, something about that seems off, oh well.
RUTH! BABY-RUTH!
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