Deer are stupid bastards.

There, I said it.  

You want proof?  Go watch Bambi again.  Go watch that idiot fall all over himself on the ice for an hour and tell me you don’t just start craving venison.  Then watch Bambi a second time and answer this question… Does Bambi get shot?

Woohoo!  Correct.  Bambi takes a shot.  Unfortunately it was not my brother who was in the woods at the time, since the hunter that plugged Bambi had crappy aim.  

Perhaps you’ve picked up on my worsening angst towards deer, I realize I’ve been pretty subtle with it.  However, those four-legged jerks continue to poop all over my yard.  I can hardly play Frisbee with my daughter (read as “playing fetch with a Frisbee with my daughter”) without getting covered by the small piles they leave behind.

However, when other people slip and fall due to a pile of poop pellets… well that’s just hilarious.

I actually opened a window and yelled at them one night.  They looked up, and trotted to my neighbors yard.  This is fine, they can poop all over Steve’s yard, he’s a nice guy, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t mind poop.

Some interesting times.

I have seen so many people lately going through so much pain.  Often I am the one who acts as messenger for that news.  

In the last two weeks, I have told three people they have terminal cancer.  I have had a lengthy talk with a husband and wife about how incredibly sick he is, even though right now he feels well (and in four hours he died).  I helped to resuscitate a teenager who came into the ER with respiratory failure without a known reason who died.  I have had four patients with drastically life changing strokes.  I had to tell a good friends father that he needs to cancel his vacation plans due to invasive cancer.  I had to tell families that their son was burned and possibly fatally injured in a car accident.

So much pain.

Then, after each and every one of these occurrences I had to go back to work and smile and see more patients and pretend a part of me wasn’t crying on the inside.  I had to take care of other people  who were not dying, many who really were  not even that sick and pretend to truly care that their hip pain that they have had for over six months is today an emergency.

It helps me keep things in perspective.  

The time we spend.  The choices we make.  So many little decisions.  

Make more time for family.  

Make more time for friends. 

One of my partners went to a funeral for a friend who died after fighting cancer for two years.  He was 35 years old with a 3 year old kid.  Man does that hit close to home.  Life is too short to be full of yourself.  Keep smiling and laugh as much as possible.