Pyat rides the rails

[pyat]

Snow, snow, bloody snow.

The train drifted in the limbo between Burlington and Aldershot stations for 45 minutes, as "the switches" were cleared by hand, one at a time. I entertained myself by sending a series of saucy and florid text messages to velvetpage.

In the end, I got home 3 hours after I'd left the office, making 14 hour day out of the house. Grand! :)

My older sister (a nurse) had an interesting day of another kind, recently:

"...a lady came into the office asking for help to get her husband out her car since he was 'short of breath.' So myself and another nurse went to see and he was so short of breath he was actually dead."

Yikes.

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[doc-mystery.livejournal.com]

Yikes is right.

I remember when I was doing my stint in Cardiology, and I saw SEVENTEEN cases of chest pain one night on call after the first heavy snowfall of winter.

Winter can be tough on older (and younger) persons with underlying heart disease.

::B::

[pyat.livejournal.com]

All the more reason to invest in a snow blower. Some day. When I have a bigger property.

[viktor-haag.livejournal.com]

This never ceases to amaze me. I mean, if I said to these people, "OK! We're going to go work out at the gym, so I want you to do all these lifts, and all those squats, and so on, and so on. Oh, tired? Too bad! More! More!", they'd look at me as if I was crazy and patiently explain that they haven't worked out for months and they'd better start slow.

Then the first snow-fall hits, and they're out there digging as if they'd just put down the shovel yesterday.

Take your time people! Breathe! Rest! Plan your shovelling to keep the lifting less than the pushing!

Sheesh.

On the upside, I feel a lot less bad about dropping back my basketball to one day a week during January and February, knowing that I'm getting a lot of that exercise clearing out my 2.5 wide drive way, on the inside of a curve, at the bottom of a short hill (thank-you municipal snow plows...).