I am being tortured and it's not by the Taliban. It's by a smoke detector. In a room next to mine, somwhere. Every thirty seconds I hear "beep." They installed smoke detectors in all of our rooms. OK, I figure that in a 10 by 10 room I will smell smoke. Plus the room's made of metal, so not much to burn. But safety first. Plus I don't smoke in bed. I don't smoke at all. "Do you smoke after sex? I don't know, I've never looked" Old joke, sorry. The beeping bastard is not in the room to my left or right. I thought it was behind me but I complained and they looked and it's not. So someone has this thing in their room and is just ignoring it??!! Seriously? Wow, no wonder I never see you in the bunker, you must sleep through the rocket attack alarms. They are getting more frequent and they are using bigger boom makers. All part of the charm of KAF.
I had a patient in the clinic last night just at closing time, of course. He had a fever and didn't feel well. We test everyone with a fever for malaria. I wonder how that's going to fly in Berkeley? Knowing the Berkeleyites, they'll thank me. I'll tell them that you can get it from vaccinations. They always believe that. Anyway it came up positive. And for p. falciparum, which is the nasty bug. I called the CDC and they eventually called me back. I had given him some medication and that turned out to be worthless for the kind of malaria that he had. Drat. Bummer. Hmmmmm, off to the Role 3 for a drug deal. I traded the right meds for me not bringing them to the Trauma Bay. Easiest negotiation ever. An honest to God drug deal. A couple of liters of IV fluid and he was good to go, so I drove him to his tent and told him to come to the clinic in the morning. I can see it now at home,"Why does my PA keep driving me home?" "And he keeps testing me for malaria and yelling 'rocket attack' and laying on the floor yelling 'get down, get down" every time a car alarm goes off. But he does make sure I drink a lot of water..."
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