It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

It has been a number of months since San Antonio has had a good rain. Yesterday, and today, we finally had one. And then my car battery died.

It is actually not quite the coincidence that it sounds. It turns out that I regularly am in the habit of not turning my lights off when I park my truck when it's raining outside yet still light out. This thing seems to happen about once a year. Nevertheless, usually it is not 12:00 midnight and usually it is not 40 something degrees out and usually I am not stuck on an Air Force base after having being working all evening. Thankfully, after the base's security forces refused to jump me (they apparently have a strict no-helpfulness policy), my dear, good, gracious, reliable friend Beau who happened to be working an overnight shift was there to help me restart my car. It took about 30 minutes to get it all done seeing as the cables were never quite long enough and we had to push my truck out of its parking spot to get closer, but we did it. We were both soaked, Beau was possibly hypothermic, and I had lost faith in my country. (Seriously base police, you cannot give me a jump in the middle of the night in the middle of a storm? Seriously?) On the relatively slow drive home, sometimes it seems like San Antonio was designed specifically with the purpose of flooding in mind, I was treated to one more bit of excitement as getting off the highway I, and the car slightly adjacent of me, disappeared into a sea of water that effectively submerged our vehicles and made me exclaim, "Oh, shi-" right as the cameras cut away. Perhaps it's good that it doesn't rain here too much.

But internship progresses. I am in the ER now. Because last week I was doing evening shifts from 1500 to 2300 and there are not always patients at the ER from 1500 to 2300 thereby leading to my early release some days I have not had a consistent schedule for most of it. I am wholly disoriented. Every day feels like Sunday and every hour like roughly 9 pm. I never know quite what I should be eating, when I should be eating it, and if I am eating enough or too much in a day (not that I likely could eat too much though.) I'd guess the time right now but I'm as likely to be 5 hours off as 1, and it's not like I would know what to do with that information anyway. At least I still know who I am, that I live in San Antonio, and that Ronald Reagan is president.