WOW, WHAT A DAY

As I sit here eating cold soup from a cold can in a cold camper on a cold night, I cannot help but feeling a little cold. I have a roaring fire in the wood stove, and the heat hardly makes it over to my corner. I have no propane to run my stove or heater, but since I'm colder than my soup, I'll eat cold soup to warm me up. Today began early, at midnight in fact, just like all other days do. I decided to go deer hunting one last time before the end of the season, and thus left here at abour 6:00 to meet a buddy in Troy. It has been ever so foggy here lately, but it turned out to be clear in the canyon. To make a long story short, I walked WAY to far, and then I had to walk back. We saw a lot of deer, some nice bucks, but nothing big enough for me that I could get a shot at. There are still several days of deer season left, but I have to much to do to get out again, so I knew I had to kill one today if I was going to eat this winter. About a half-hour before it is to dark for me to see (mid-day for most folks), I decided I'd shoot at the next deer I saw. I was about a mile from my pickup, across a big canyon, and dog-tired. I spotted some deer swiftly fleeting down the hillside about 800 yards away. I figured the distance and the speed they were running, and swung a fine bead on the biggest buck. I let loose and, well, in the end, I have meat. Unfortunately, the one I shot was about half the size of Bambi's little brother, but at least I got a deer. Then I get home, and my mom shot a big doe right behind the house. Easy shot, easy pack, lot of meat. I swear, if it weren't for bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all. Well, my soup is getting cold, I had better tend to it's needs.

OB

For those of you who do not know, these two letters strike fear in the heart of any brave man. They stand for some non-important, hard to pronounce word, but the just of the matter is: pregnant women, anxious husbands, screaming babies, annoyed doctors, and a few frantic nurses. Such was my lot in life to land my clinicals in the OB ward at the hospital. Now, women are bad enough when they're "normal", but when they're in that predicament, well, it is worse than whatever you imagined. I was sentenced to 72 hours there, and only have 18 done so far. If I survive this, I have decided, I can handle anything (except pregnant women and screaming babies). So far, I have not had to witness any gory sights, I just had to hold babies for most of a 12 hour day. The moral of the story is: Avoid this situation at all costs, run like your hair's on fire or whatever it takes, and better yet, never get the grand idea that nursing is for you. If I ever want to be an OB nurse would someone please take me out and shoot me?