Rocky Mountain High

I'm missing Colorado. More than I have previously, when I was even farther away. Perhaps it is because I had thought that once I was back in the US, it would be easy to make weekend trips back to Colorado. I mean really, Dublin to Denver was a long commute, so surely from where I am now to Denver should be quick. But sadly, there is no non-stop flight, and the length of travel (plus the outrageous ticket prices) has kept me from making a quick trip home. And it's killing me that when I get pictures from home I can't tell which nephew is which. I also really miss being able to make a quick day trip up to Georgetown, Breck, wherever. This morning I was surfing on the web looking at maybe trying to do a month elective in a small Colorado town ( I won't tell you which, but it is perhaps the most perfect place on earth), and it didn't look like there was a pediatrician in the town. A few fam pracs, but no pedi doc?? Outrageous!

So, I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't think I can wait til New Years to make it back. Anybody got a leer jet I can borrow?

On another note, I was on call Friday night. My first full call shift (there is an overnight float senior resident except for Friday and Saturday night). It was pretty decent, busy. 7 admission or so. Cool kids, cool parents. I didn't even seen the call room, but that didn't bother me.

In some ways, it has been a weird month. We've seen 2 incredibly rare cancers in kids, both kids should be ok. Both are likely to end up as published case reports, especially since one kiddo is the youngest patient ever to receive this certain chemo drug. Again, cool kids, cool parents.

Anyway, should be going to bed. Slept on and off yesterday post call, and took a nice nap this evening, so my sleep schedule is all off... c'est la vie.