118 Days

Th July rotation was great. Dr. Wiens was awesome... I liked him a lot. The drive to Shawneee was not so great. He offered me a job at the end of the rotation- no call, mostly closing operations and doing central lines; not too shabby. I'm thinking about it.

Now I am with a kidney specialist, Dr. Carter, at Baptist in OKC. He is awesome. I love internal med docs cause they don't expect anyone to do their work, they just expect you to learn. That's no cause for complaint on my part.

In other news, there was a sailing birthday party for Meagan last night and my cat cuddles with me every morning. Tao milktea and tapioca are abundant and there are flowers on the porch. Sally is not coming back from California. I've been exhausted lately and worried but trying to remember life is good. Please be praying that the Lord will help me finish the last three and a half months of school well and show me what to do after that. Love & miss you all...

Nighttime Rambling

Last night I dreamed about Afghanistan again. A mob gathered outside our house and the Afghan National Army had surrounded us to keep them from getting in. Jirah, Julie and Kate were there and a US helicopter came to rescue us. I'm only worried because its the one time I brought my violin to that darn country and this female officer made me leave it in the house because there was no room in the helicopter. Somehow we always end up in an armored car with the windows rolled down on the Kandahar highway, headed to Kabul. Jirah is crying. I'm thinking about how the violin would have fit in the car. And it ends stopping at a little buffet-style restaurant in Ghazni to eat.. I've had that dream before.

Why was the crowd mad? Why weren't we on the helicopter? Why were the windows in the armored car rolled down? Why was there an Afghan version of Furr's in Ghazni? Most importantly, why did I ever bring my violin to Afghanistan?? I'll never make any sense of it.