Monday, July 6, 2009

No windmill-tilting going on here

I have been in the Pacific Northwest - far from home - for 2-1/2 weeks, visiting my daughter, son-in-law and new granddaughter, Ginger Rae Beall. We have progressed from sitting in an exhausted daze while rocking the baby to putting her in the swing and playing Bananagrams, all by day 18 of her life on Earth. Today I rocked her and drank a fine ale from Alaska while listening to endless replays and critique of Caribou Barbie's Iquitarod. At least the beer from Alaska is enjoyable.
As I began to wonder if I would even remember how to do wound care, the harp-music ringtone sounded from my phone and I knew that my office spouse needed me. He had a simple question to which I knew the answer and even knew that the required dressing was already in the patient's home, because I had left it there weeks ago, and I have an excellent memory for these things. It made me realize that I still love wound care and going back to work next Monday will be OK. Besides, through the wonders of Facebook I've learned that without me there to mediate (as the #1 spouse), there is unrest among the other spouses in the office harem. There is talk of legal separation. I shall return to windmill tilting in the nick of time.