On my return to KAF, crisis completed, I settled into my comfy chair in my comfy office to enjoy my comfy KAF job. That lasted exactly 4 hours. Then a patient presented back to the clinic that we had been treating for many things,. Then he developed a cough. And night sweats and we diagnosed him with {dramatic music}TB. OK, David diagnosed him. I just arranged a chest Xray. Miliary TB for you medical fans following along at home. Shit. Double shit. Launch the alert 5. Anyway time to go to crisis control stations, again. I went to the Role 3 to try and put him in isolation, Not so much. He is my problem, I was told. Alrighty then. We have made an isolation room. Now we gotta figure out what to do with him. Arrange an air ambulance and get him out of here. He's not military so we need the civilian version. Hey, I know that stuff. That's how E and I met. In the back of a MU-2. Stop with the mile high club jokes...Lots of bids for our patient. Untill they heard "TB" then it seems that everyone has to wash their airplane that day.
We have been trying to get Xray set up here at the clinic. Now we have to do chest xrays on his tent mates and we get all kinds of clearances to crank it up. Way cool. We find three guys and take their Xray and, sure as shit, one has active TB. Triple shit? If getting one Air ambulance for a TB patient was tough then getting two is twice as tough. (Like how I did the math there?) So I said put them together on the same plane, they're going to the same place. Seems like a no brainer. Oh wait, I forgot that I'm in Afghanistan.......
Upon my return I promised the staff a pizza dinner on me. So after crisis management 101 and 102 we set off for our local pizza parlor for pizza and fake beer. Here we are, with table cloths and everything...
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| Steve and Dennis, I'm in the back across from Kharki behind Andrew, in the hat |
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