20 days and a wake up, but who's counting. Well, you know who.
So man big booms lately. Was having lunch and a really big boom went off. I was just about to enjoy my strawberry mouse when ceiling tiles fell into it. I was on the floor before you knew it. Along with 200 of my closest friends. And Larry Sharp, DO. Never saw a doctor move so fast. The boy was raised right. We were ordered to evacuate, NOW! And he grabbed his tray and was headed to dump out the contents. "Larry," says I." Fuck the tray! Let's go." Out we went to look at a big mushroom like cloud very close to us. No one hurt, luckily. We stood around for an hour in the sun, until I wandered around and found two nice chairs on a porch in the shade in the British compound. We sat there for awhile when a british soldier wandered by. We thought that he was going to yell at us. I asked if he would bring us a gin and tonic. "Oh, that would be lovely," the sergeant said. Gotta love the Brits..
Had a guy walk into the clinic and collapse. One of the Medics casually mentioned it to me in my office. After awhile I wandered out to see a guy having a huge heart attack. We quickly assessed him, got IVs in him, loaded him into our ambulance and got him to the Role 3. The lights stopped working int he back of the ambulance, so I had a flashlight in my teeth. He kept passing out, because his B/P was so low and he was so sweaty that the electrodes from the EKG kept slipping off. I was convinced that he had arrested, or "coded" as we say. I kept yelling at him to wake up.Which he did. For awhile. I almost swallowed my flashlight. Twice. Made it their alive.
'Was Mark killed in a rocket attack?'
"Nope, choked on a flashlight." The dumb-ass way to die.
Heart attacks and rocket attacks always get me down...
I am off to cover for R and R at Leatherneck for awhile and then back to KAF then SFO. A little R and R before the Rand R.
Stay tuned from reports from "the neck."
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