• Tuesday's Thoughts From The Box Spring In The Bed of My Truck

    Normally I have an outline of "Tuesday's Thoughts" completed by Saturday and a first draft finished by Sunday. Yet, this past week has been overly busy and I'm attempting to write it on Monday evening. Why, you ask? The answer is that I've been moving. Well, not me exactly, but rather my wife. Its a bit complicated to explain, but here it is in a nutshell. . Her two children attend school in a city an hour or so northwest from where I live. So she has a place in that city and I have my home clos…

  • Tuesday's Thoughts From The Valley Of Wrinkles

    “What a drag it is getting old.” If you’re old enough or possibly a classic rock fan, than you’re familiar with these lyrics that start off the Rolling Stones tune, “Mother’s Little Helper”. I’m sure most of us can attest to those inevitable issues associated with ageing. The aches and pains that refuse to go away, that restaurant menu or fine print that has become difficult to read, the frequent trips to the bathroom or maybe it’s that extra weight that insists on clinging to your gut. . And if…

  • Tuesday's Thoughts: It's All A Matter Of Opinion

    “Opinions are like buttholes, everyone has one.” I’m sure we can all agree that this quote has several layers of meaning. I’ve heard it quite a few times over my lifetime and yes, I’ve toned down the more explicit form. Kind of made it PG-13 and I’m sure you can easily guess what that vulgar word is and what part of this sentence it can replace. . There are a few reasons why I chose to start with this quote the first being that I felt I’ve been inundated with an endless stream of opinions over t…

  • Tuesday's Thoughts From The Circuit Of A Cell Phone

    Birds sang and sent their voices echoing through the woods. Wings fluttered. A brook babbled. Two deer looked up and then stooped to eat more grass. The canopy of leaves blocked the bright sun and cast a shadow over the trail. It was hot, but even more so humid. My shirt, especially beneath my backpack, was drenched. The excessive heat slowly eroded my attempt to find some kind of mindful serenity. In no way was it helping quiet the chatter in my mind. However, there were a couple of other thing…

  • Tuesday's Thoughts From Atop A Ladder

    A falling object accelerates at a rate of thirty-two feet per second. Terminal velocity is reached somewhere around one hundred twenty miles per hour. I know there’s a formula for acceleration and falling, but it’s lost in the archives of my memory. At the moment it doesn’t matter, because if I fall I’m screwed. And even though I work in an emergency room, I have zero desire to be a patient in one let alone try and explain what I was doing. . I’m standing on top a step ladder. You know that step…

  • Tuesday's Thoughts From The Frontlines

    “I’ll be back.” Ah yes, that catchphrase made famous in the movie “The Terminator”. If you’ve been following the news, then you realize the phrase kind of fits with the reemergence of the pandemic. Then again, covid-19 never completely went away. And because it’s been lingering, it felt the need to deliver a gut punch to our department. . I’ve often been asked what it’s like to work in the emergency room or on the ambulance for that matter. I realize that people are really looking for those juic…

  • Tuesday's Thoughts From The Front Edge Of A Penny

    “A penny saved is a penny earned,” or so goes the quote by Benjamin Franklin. Oh sure, if you don’t have anything, than a penny is something. But, is it something worth having? For my dad it was because, as it turns out, it was one of the things he collected. . There were jars of them tucked away in the basement. Most were shiny, almost like they had been newly minted. I think that’s why he had saved them. Nothing like the intrigue of a shimmering coin; almost like discovering a treasure even th…

  • Tuesday's Thoughts From The Frontlines Of My Aging Mind

    “Ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Just gonna have to be a different man Time may change me But I can’t trace time…” . If you’re a David Bowie fan, then I’m sure you’re familiar with these lyrics to his song, “Changes”. While not my favorite Bowie tune, I do believe that it’s a pretty good fit for everything that’s been taking place over the past couple of months. . Years ago I remember someone facetiously say that death and taxes are the only guarantees in life. I suppose yo…

  • Tuesday's Thoughts (Covid is not on the frontlines this week)

    Sometimes I feel the emergency department, and the ambulance for that matter, is a beacon of light. Imagine if you will, a lighthouse with its beam reaching out into the world and guiding the way for those in need. Now, put a big Family Feud X across that image and fill your ears with that annoying buzzer. What I’m talking about is the light to a zapper; the kind that attracts bugs, or in this case, the strange, out of the ordinary humans. If you’re an old school rap fan, then you’re familiar wi…

  • Tuesday's Thoughts From The Frontlines

    Have you started your day and realized that things weren’t going to turn out well? I can only describe it as a vague, almost imperceptible, feeling. Something like a disturbance in the force, or maybe a tingling of your “spidey sense” or possibly an alarm rattling your subconscious. Whatever the case, think of it as a storm cresting the horizon and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. . Something similar happened to me last week. This particular day started off amazingly well, but deep down I …