Nothing is simple in life and doubley so at the little clinic by the big lake. Last night we had two major lightening storms, two sick patients and two helicopter flights out of here. It is quite weird watching lightening strike around the clinic, watching the power go out and then calling to launch a helicopter. "This too shall pass,'" we say when it comes to storms.
My first patient had 6 surgeries in the past year and half and now had a hot red abdomen. I'm thinking that I would be the cause of number 7. And {ding} I was right. Just as I left to go home, the phone rang for me to come back and check out a young woman having chest pain. Dodging lightening on the way to the clinic, I'm thinking, "nothing flying tonight." Nope, wrong. Storm passes, helicopter lands, and off she goes. She was a mystery to us and a mystery to the cardiologist in Idaho Falls.
Noone wants to leave the Park. They waited for ever and paid a lot of money for this trip. Plus Aunt Blabby from East Dearsperm Nebraska, who never leaves her house, has consented to come here to see her long lost nephew who joined the Latvian Merchant Marines at age 8 who has come to Jellystone to "reconnect with his family." Unfortunatly, Uncle Blabby has had the big one and needs to go. Uncle B doesn't want to ruin the Blabby family's vacation. And so the negotiation starts. Where to send him, how to send him. No, you can't drive your motorhome back to Nebraska. No, we can't fly you to the Mayo clinic (actual request). No, I can't rent you an oxygen tank for a week so that you don't turn blue walking to the bathroom (actual request). All y'all-we are at 8,00 feet. Not the place to come with your emphysema..I'm just sayin'...
