i came back from my sunday afternoon run all tired, sweaty, and out of breath and just as i'm about to sit down and veg in front of the a/c one of the guys comes running up to me. "sir, you have a phone call." unfortunately, that's usu not a good thing. it's never fun phone calls you get and such was the case here as well. hm3 was on the line and there were 3 patients who had just walked into the clinic waiting for me. now, hm3 is very capable and competent, but there are some cases i just have to see...and these guys...well they had to be seen. so i hop on my bike and ride in to work. ugh. i'm gonna have to get these guys to start sticking to my actual sick call hours!
but beak, so far the weather hasn't gotten so bad yet. it's cool at night (and actually pretty cold when i get up in the morning...i have to wear a fleece), very warm in the day....but not quite hot yet. i think the hottest it's been is in the low 90's. they say it was way hot this time of year last year so i feel pretty lucky so far. little victories, my friends. the dust storms still suck. that's a pic of a couple of old broken down jets sitting in the desert in the middle of one. everything is that nasty brown color. you can barely tell sky from ground. and each breath is like taking a mouth full of sand. well, not quite that bad, but unpleasant to say the least.