I am up at 0400 to do a time study for the PEC. They want us to do a 100 patients a day in our new physical exam tent. We are 8000 patients in the hole. So I am going to follow one around to see how long it takes to get through. Way scientific, no? Probably not, but it's all I can think of. Is my tea ready yet?
Saturday I am off to Camp Dwyer for two weeks of R and R coverage. All people talk about around here is going on R and R and how "great Dwyer is." "The food is better, blah blah blah."
So we shall see. It's a break from the craziness of KAF. Karki is not happy. The clinic is being left in the care of doctors. Doctors without borders, or, in some cases, a clue.
We had a New Years barbeque. Ok, it was on the third. That's when the food arrived. I invited the Role 3 crew over and the XO and Command Master Chief showed up. We marinated a brisket for a day and had chicken, hamburgers and hot dogs. It was yummy. I had the clinic scrubbed from stem to stern. Thank God that I did, everyone wanted a tour. The staff said that I did "mother in law cleaning." Apparently they have not met my mother. It was a big hit and has cemented the relationship with the them even more. Of course, they are rotating out in February as well, so we'll have to do it again in March. I'll be in an Francisco, let me know how it goes.
I though that I was allergic to the soap in my sheets. I was waking up with welts and taking benadryl to sleep. I washed them in clear (for KAF) water and it still happened. I realized that it was the fragrance in the soap that I bought, so I am back to good old fashion Zest.
Ok, my tea is ready, time to shave, shower and shove off. Who's dumb idea was this, anyway? Oh, that's right it was mine. I am a dumb ass.
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