just sh*t happening
Well, here I am sitting at my desk, drinking coffee (yum :P) awaiting the next poor soul to come in. You see being a customer of mine, if you can call them that, is not really a good thing. I sit here, seven days a week,and wait for someone to come into the hospital with a gun shot wound, missing a limb, or any other assortment of injuries and illnessess. While they are writhing in pain and misery, while they are bleeding or going into shock from thier injuries, I get to ask them questions about themselves, the situation that happened to them and thier Next of Kin. A lot of times it is a battle between trying to gather the information that I require and trying to not get into the way of the medical personnel trying to save thier lives. I have seen all sorts of things that I cannot mention and you probably wouldn't want me to. Been here in Iraq for about two months now and still have forever left. The only thing for sure is I miss my wife and sons terribly. I am located where I can call home, email and IM my wife, so that makes life easier. I can't say as I like being here, but I do what I must. Well I drew a blank and can't think right now what to write.