Attics and Locusts

I find myself alone in a cold attic bedroom, in a strange town halfway between Portland and Seattle. Life as a traveling PA student, at the mercy of the next clinic, the next preceptor, the next dress code, the next temporary landlord, the next temporary landlord's water heater.

Can't complain too loudly, as I've got hi-speed wifi, a roof keeping out the incessant Washington rain, and plans to drive back to Portland tomorrow. Saw my first kid today who was born with meth in his system. Now there is somebody who could reserve the right to complain. His insides don't work so hot.

Shared the clinic with a NP student today. Wow. That is all I am saying for now. If I give it a few days, I will have material for miles.

On a historical note, this is my second rotation in a rural county seat. The first one was known for a Great Fire. This one apparently had a Great Flood. I feel like I am on a tour of modern day Plagues. If my next rotation has locusts or frogs falling out of the sky, I'm done.