Warning: Pensive writing
Well, the week is over. I feel like I traveled through somewhere between the worlds of the living and the dead and then back again. It is amazing how fast gossip travels when it involves a doctor. Several people of relative importance came into the office and tried to send me home. However, patient after patient thanked me for coming in. As usual, the crisis never stopped coming. Then...some of the big guns had emergencies in their families and we had to work in extra patients. What can I say...I survived it. All in all, the last 10 days have been pretty stinking miserable. I told the wife to take the babe and head off to her parents house. I intend to do three things: sleep, rest, and watch football. I can't wait for the Colts to pound sand into the Patriots. I figure next week has to be better then this one after I rest up. One of these days one of G.I.B.'s crazy schemes will cash in and then I can retire and work for free...truly be a servant of the people. Until then; eat, drink, and be merry. For tomorrow we may die. No Guinness tonight, but I plan on sneaking a couple in tomorrow.
Good night all,
Crispin