Happy Easter, two tacos please..

Some of you will be enjoying an Easter dinner of ham and scalloped potatoes. Maybe apple pie with ice cream. Some of you not. If you're Jewish, maybe not so much. But as it is Sunday here I decided to find me an Easter dinner. I figured that the American Dfac should be doing it up right. So, I piled Kharki and our new South African Medic, "Z" into the SUV and headed accross the base to Independence Dfac. Doesn't get any more american than that. And they were having, wait for it, tacos. Tacos!!?? On Easter. Seriously??!! So much for showing my new international friends a little anglo saxon (read WAP) Easter lunch. The peach cobbler was good though.
One thing that I cannot shake from my former paramedic life is paramedic superstition. I am not a superstitiuous person. But if you talk about it, it will happen. E says that I am crazy and that it is a silly "tradition." But, ladies and gentlemen, all the way from Kandahar, Afghanistan is proof of said superstiton AKA "Just another day at KAF."  Dennis is writing a malaria policy. I have been proofreading it. Yes, the blind proofreading the blind. Anyway, he gets it finished, sends it in for approval and sends it out. I read it a realize that it still has typos; so as I am reading the policy and making notes my Skype beeps. It's a fob Medic. He has a guy with recurrent fever. Run a malaria test, I say. He does and it comes up positive. Wait there's another Medic from another fob on my skype. He has a guy with a fever of a103 that comes and goes. Can he do a malaria test, he asks? Sure why not. Place your bets. And Yachtzee, a positive test. Two tacos, two malaria cases. Do they have the drugs recommended in our new policy? Of course not, we haven't sent them out yet. Send them to KAF. OK, in three days, when the next helicopter leaves. Cool. Ok treat their fevers and keep me advised. In the middle of all of this, one of the KAF medics comes to get me for a guy with a cough and weight loss for a month. I listen to his lungs and decide to fire up our  Xray machine. I look at the film and it looks very suspicous for TB. Shit. I take the films down to the Role 3 but the Radiologist is off having his Easter dinner. He'll read the films in the morning. After tacos. Not much I can do until morning. At least it ain't malaria. Give him a breathing treatment, start him on antibiotics in case it's pneumonia, and send him on his way. Ok, enough crisis for one day. I want my Easter dinner still so I go to the closer Dfac and have chicken and mashed potatoes with apple pie. Not bad. But then I look at the menu from lunch and they had Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing and green beans. My favorite dinner. Seriously??!! Oy vey...