I got the case study blues...

I am doing a different kind of writing this week. A case study for school. It's about a patient I saw last rotation. I have all the facts and figures, know what I want to tell but the thing that makes it slow going is you must cite journal articles and such and that takes pouring through a bunch of online stuff and sorting out what you can use.

So to relieve the tension I partaked of a little vandalism last night. I painted the nearby water tower which as some of you know is a continuing feature here. Mary usually helps, we paint, they cover it, it is an endless cycle.

I sure missed Mary, who is out of town with Cathy this week. It was rainy and cold and the ladder and catwalks were slippery. Not the kind of place I like to be, I have had too many patients my age who fell off their roofs to have any grand illusions about my skill working at heights. Yes I needed Mary and those short wide monkey feet that grip the narrow places so well. I needed her strong arms to carry the paint buckets. She thinks carrying buckets make her breastuses grow big. I needed her creative art work, but I have no sense of design.

But I got it done, another plug for the church fest and the gig by the StratKats. All proceeds of the fest go to the building fund.