I knew I shouldn't have slept through PA school...

Sir, PA Caplin reporting that all TB patients are gone, sir. Ok crisis over, what looms on the horizon, Leftenant? Maybe the guy that got thrown off of the top story of a housing unit after drinking illegal alcohol and being caught by the husband of the woman he was doing the nasty with that  got I a desperate call about this morning. Or not. Just my daily trip to the Role 3. Still waiting for that typical day to tell you all about.
My morning routine is to walk down to Green Beans, our Starbucks equivilant, and get a strawberrybananamango smoothie and a hot milk granola. Ok,  it's not a smoothie, it's ice and chemicals. But a boy can dream. I am addicted to Jamba Juice, after all. Yesterday I knocked it off of my desk, into my computer case and all over my sweatshirt. Smooth move, Exlax. So it was an excuse to mop the floor of my office. With my sweatshirt. Ok, not all of it. Just the puddle under my desk. Yuck. Now my office smells like Pinesol. Pine trees, mangos and bananas. Oh my.
Mailed off my Mother's day card. Never know how long it will take. Or should I say that I tried to mail the card. We have a new outgoing mailbox. But the opening is too small to accept letters. I tried folding it over. Didn't fit and I can't send Joan a wrinkled card. So I went to the real post office. Tried to open the big blue gate thingy in front. It had been welded shut. Hmmmmm why doesn't God and Uncle Sam want me to mail this card? Then I noticed a jagged opening in the front. Large enough for my card. Uh Huh! Of course, the  opening is the perfect size for a bomb.  Man, if they blow up my card my mum will be pissed! The Taliban is no match for an elderly angry english woman. Who they won't be able to understand...
My job is to teach the new medics stuff, including procedures. So we had a plantars wart that I got to carve on and zap with liquid nitrogen. And someone came in with a laceration on his arm so we had suturing class. Tony got to throw a couple of stitches. Here's his handy work:

don't go all HIPAA on me, I have his permission

Not bad for  a rookie. That's a bruise next to his cut where he fell. I thought we should of made the word "Mom," Tony talked me out of it...