My final proposal for the Rwanda project was due by midnight on Tuesday. My previous draft needed some serious revision to make the mark and I was pretty much busy every second of everyday until the deadline. Unfortunately I had to work that night at the hospital so I took my trusty laptop with me and called my trusty editor in Arizona as I was walking into work.
One of my patients wasn't doing so well so I thought that I would encamp myself in his room and work on my proposal close by. I just sat and prayed and asking God to hold things over until midnight. But alas that was apparently not part of the plan and found myself manually ventilating my patient and eventually intubating him. Of course while all this is happening I'm emailing my editor in Arizona. To add to the shear irony of this event I got an email from Julie (who is already in Rwanda) telling me that there had just been a bus accident and that they were expecting some pretty serious trauma patients at the hospital. Of course the bus accident gives a great argument for the need for my project but I've got to tell you that moment was a little surreal. I felt like I was on a nighttime drama TV show like ER or Scrubs or something. A little too ironic, don't you think?
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