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Just Because....

Dr. Mark


Welcome to my nightmare,

I think you're gonna like it,

I think you're gonna feel you belong.

A nocturnal vacation,

unnecessary sedation,

you want to feel at home

'cause you belong.

Welcome to my nightmare

whoa, ho, ho, ho...


-Alice Cooper





I have lots of random thoughts that occur to me, and then there's the strange stuff that happens at 4 a.m., since I primarily work the night shift in a moderate sized trauma center. I tend to be a nightowl anyway, even when I'm off.


Anyway, a lot of this stuff isn't strictly Indian-related, and a lot of it I wouldn't want to publish on, say, Facebook for a variety of reasons, but still, I think it's funny, or interesting, or just stuff that pops into my head and wants out...so I figured I'd make a blog and have somewhere for all this junk to dribble down to.


comprenez-vous ?


So, anyway...


This has been the usual weekend in trauma-land. I have the usual collection in here for early Sunday/Late Saturday night: One drunk girl/fight with boyfriend; one drunk guy/hit with bottle in head; old lady/'fallen and I can't get up'; drunk heavy smoker/"can't breath but I wont take my emphysema meds, and of course I smoke 2 packs a day"; etc, etc, etc.


(Disclaimer: I will not identify any persons with sufficient information to violate their HIPAA rights. I promise to protect the guilty and the stupid. It's what we do in medicine. Hey...If not for the guilty and the stupid, I would be out of a job.)


Well...there you go. My blog is off and running. Hope you guys like it, subscribe to it or whatever the hell, make comments, raspberries, whatever...but it's primarily just for me to vent.

Believe me, when you see what I do, on a daily...(or nightly, rather,) basis, sometimes, you just need to vent.


There is a whole different world here, between sunset and sunrise.

It's populated with the injured and traumatized, the junkies and the cops, the victims and the victimizers, the sick and the scared, and the paramedics and the chopper jockeys, with their awful cargoes.


Some of them tear your heart out.

Some of them you want to tear their hearts out. And stomp them.

We are the night people, them and us.


I have a love/hate relationship with my job. I love what I do, but sometimes, it's so goddamn hard.

Lot's of peaks and valleys...mostly valleys, I suppose.

But I can't imagine doing anything else.

It's addictive, I guess. We are, all of us, adrenaline junkies here.


Gotta go for now.


See ya after sunset.....





"Welcome to my breakdown.

I hope I didn't scare you.

That's just the way we are when we come down.

We sweat and laugh and scream here.

'Cause life is just a dream here.

You know inside you feel right at home, here.

Yeah, Welcome to my nightmare yeah,

hey, hey, hey..."


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