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Untitled – November 24, 2005

November 24, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving. I have mused in my blog before that medical students are notorious of letting everyone know they are medical students. Today I discovered that ER doctors like doing the same. I was waiting in the coveted “A Group” waiting to board the Southwest plane to Spokane when I over heard a cell phone conversation.

“… Yeah my ER page last night went okay. A 70-year-old woman with a history of colon cancer and *medical jargon* came into the ER last night. Then, a 35-year-old man named John Johnson came in with three fractured ribs. *Pause* Yeah, he was standing on a ladder, fell and cracked some ribs. The ER nurse called me today worried about the elderly woman. *Pause* Oh, we are just going to Spoklahoma.”

The ER doctor was hot. She was wearing designer jeans, expensive shoes and a ring that made Odette’s seem small. In addition to the ER doctor’s cell phone conversation, my airport adventure was pretty exciting.

I made a shuttle reservation to pick me up at 6:20 a.m. this morning at Lander Hall at UW. I was about 75 yards from the building when I saw a Shuttle Express Van leave Lander Hall. I started to run toward the van, but it pulled away and I watched the break lights disappear into the morning fog. I still had ten minutes before the van was supposed to pick me up. I thought to myself that I would not panic until 6:30. A few minutes after 6:30, I was convinced that I was screwed. I began to rifle through my bag to find the phone number, when out of the fog the van appeared.

When I am at airports, I have tunnel vision. Airports are filled with random people heading to random destinations. So I was quite shocked when I heard my name being called. The person calling my name was my former assistant Andrea. She was in the security line just ahead of me. We met up and went to get coffee – which ironically, the latte line took longer than the security line. Even though Andrea was going to New Jersey and I was headed to ‘Spoklahoma,’ she was in gate B7 and I was in gate B8.

My plane was delayed. I sat in the terminal watching the sunrise this morning. I was filled with apprehension and excitement. Wondering how this year would turn out. And as the sun shined through and filled the terminal with light, I felt quite optimistic.

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