Travel time

Today is both boring and busy. I love the patients/everyone here on the base and I love it that they want to come and say hi! and by the way, while i'm here (insert illness)...Is it just me or is everyone sick? I'm sick just a bit from traveling. I thought I would skip it this time. I was only in the air for a few minutes...if my throwing arm was what it was 20 years ago...well it never was that great, but I bet someone could throw a rock from this base to Tiny base. The point is, everytime I travel I come down with a cough. Maybe it's these ol' girl lungs, but 2 minutes in the air should've exempted me from coughville, do I never get a free pass? Then there was that bit on the ground for a half an hour where we had to play "chase the ground crew". Apparently we landed in a no off-load zone and after the 6 of us helped the crew to off-load the cargo, We had to load up again and moved/drove to a different area. Note that all heat stops functioning when you land. Not good news when we have hijacked arctic temperatures here. The crew was good enough to put me back in the bird and the guys, (always manly men) soon followed... slowly.

Speaking of sick, my child is getting better slowly. Thank you for your prayers. A little story for the Marter Paranormal Research Team, a freaky thing happened concerning the Angie story...I was sleeping away comfy and warm in my bed. If you've been reading along, you know that my tent doubles as an igloo at night and all heat ceases. Getting out of that bed is mostly impossible and it takes a lot of talking to myself to get me up for work (in the next room where it's cold also). So it's 2 hours from wake time and I hear my baby cry out, "Mommy" like she's screaming into my ear. I jumped out of that bed and ran to call her. She said she'd been trying to reach me because she was in so much pain. Thankfully she went to seek treatment, (she broke her ribs coughing) for I got her SOS a few hours later...being so far away in Afghanistan. Apparently telepathy isn't as quick as Ma Bell.

One thing that is quick- sort of, is planes and I'm coming home March 2nd. After a quick stop in Paris to check out the Left Bank and see Jim Morrison's grave (I've always wanted to do that!) and shop of course, I'll be home. Party time is still to be announced and don't forget we have the St Patty's 5K to attend and run on March 11th in Corktown, (sign up at runmichigan.org.) We are "Shot in the D" team, I think.. but I hope to see everyone soon! I miss you all.