Sandmedic: Thoughts, random or otherwise...

Going barefoot not such an option here. We are a beach without an ocean. The whole place is rocks. With a scorpion and snakes thrown in for good measure. Not so much here, though. Given a choice of Tailiban or snakes, I'll face the "taliwackers" everytime.
I live upstairs in "chu-ville" (convex housing unit). Outside my door are sharp grates:

I swear they sharpen them every morning. So, any trip to the latrine or shower or to the bunker or just outside in general involves flipflops or my new favorite thing, Crocs. Crocs rock! (Look, a new advertising slogan) They're blue and I sleep in blue scrubs so I look like a Surgical resident. A resident with a flak jacket and helmet running away from rockets. Last night I woke up to my alarm clock saying "all clear...all clear..." Oops, slept through an attack. Not so good. But turns out lots of people did.
Unfortunatly, I opened my email in the morning to find that a young woman was killed in the attack. Killed instantly. Just a reminder that this is a war zone. I felt really bad for her and her family. I can't tell you where she was but it was kind of in my neighberhood and part of me, a big part of me, wished that I could of done something or at least tried to do something for her. It is what I do, after all. I feel kind of selfish about that. Nothing could be done for her, but us" rescue mentality" folks feel better if at least we can try. I don't want to treat anyone with a war wound. Not that I'm afraid to do it, I just don't want anyone to have to be a victim. I now have two trauma bags, one at work and one in 229. My superstious nature feels like if I have the stuff then I'll never have to use it. Now I just have to remember to take it with me. I'm over 50 and I have CRS you know. "Can't remember shit."
I took our new PA David to the bizzare on Saturday. He needed sunglasses to I tried to show him some knock off brands. Here he is trying on some "fabulous" hollywood style:

Note the tag behind his left eye. He didn't buy them, not sure why.
My morning routine is to wake up, put on my little tea pot, put on the crocs and head to the bathroom. Make a cupa tea. Talk to E on Skype, shower, put in the ipod and walk to work. So, do me a wee favor. As you sip your tea, or coffee, as you read this, enjoy that sip just a second longer. Think about the people that you love and that love you, including me, and smile; 'cause life is short, so enjoy it one sip at at a time.