Hello my name's Noah and I'll be your PA...

When I was growing up I had a best of Bill Cosby album and one of the tracks was called,"Noah and the arc." Google or youtube it. I'll wait......
Anyway, I was called to clinic this morning at 0545 for a patient having chest pain. Women have what's called an atypical presentation. Which is medical speak for "it ain't like men." So the medic and I were both concerned that she may be having a heart attack so we loaded her in our ambulance and took her to the role 3. Things look good so far but she has to go home for more tests.  After lunch time I was called again for another woman having chest pain. We were going to load her in the ambulance, but it wouldn't start.  The environment is tough on vehicles and our ambulance doesn't get drivien a lot. No problem we just loaded her with her IV into the SUV and cardiac moniter and drove her to the role 3. Adapt and overcome. That's our creed. "Semper Gumby." Always flexible.
I am waiting for a malaria patient to come down from a FOB. Along with another malaria patient from another FOB. We also saw a patient with an inguinal hernia that needs surgery. But don't confuse him with the inguinal hernia patient that needs surgery. Starting to see a pattern here? "Lord, what's a cubit?"
There are big changes on the horizon for the KAF clinic. We are expanding and adding staff and adding capabilities. We are getting a doctor and will be doing reenlistment type physicals. All this will start happening while I am on R and R and finish while Dennis is on R and R. No idea where we are going to put these people. Information comes out in trickles. I was told today that we are giving up 4 rooms at Camp Hicks, location of my beloved two two niner. I am being moved across the way to F203. Almost moved me to a tent but Steve stepped up and saved us. There's no cool way to say F203. It is the room that I look at when I look out of my front door. It is the mirror image of my room. I will probably run into the wall and get lost going to the shower for awhile, but it's all good. Attention Tailban: No rocket attacks until I get my bearings. I can just hear it now,"Rocket...attack...Rocket...atta...bang. ouch, son of a bitch....."[scene of Mark hobbling to the bunker, mumbling to himself...]