January 22nd, 2007

b/w

into the fire

After getting off the (delayed) (turbulent) plane yesterday, I had just enough time to eat dinner with Michael before going to work, where I walked into a dog being coded on the table. The dog (a pappion) went to sugery with three doctors and two techs to repair his torn aorta.

I ventilated him all night after surgery.

In the morning, he coded again, and came back again.

I did an hour of overtime and left exhausted, with all the good happiness of colorado almost completely washed away.

I could live there. I don't want to live here.





Thank goodness steph sent a flask of Whistle home with me.
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