Back In the U.S.,
Back in the U.S. E.R.
I returned to the infamous ER, in every sense of the word and was assigned to my least favorite area, Level I, or Critical. One patient was transferred from another hospital, diagnosis: self-inflicted GSW to the temple. Sad, and that no one really knew why.

But it was great seeing all my night-shift buds, of whom some actually realized I was gone for a while. Sweet. And it lets me know people are watching, so I better tow the line, walk straight, carry a big stick, er, maybe not that last one.

So I'm an RN again, wearing my navy-blue scrubs, hot as in temperature, and not a mountain tourist any longer. At least til our next trip. In the meantime, I will unleash my healing talents upon the unsuspecting populace of Macon, Georgia.