My parents are cool. They're out hiking in the woods and are doing fine. Maybe a little shaken up in their faith in mankind, but otherwise doing ok. Thanks for the support.
I don't think one wink I slept Wednesday night. I must've murdered in my heart a thousand times that night. I walked into the hospital Thursday morning hoping to see a cholo in the trauma ward guppy breathing his last dying breath or get to assist on another cholo's colostomy after he had his spinal column resected by a bullet fragment. This isn't healthy...it's no good. Neither is it professional. My favorite patient last night on call was a former cholo with terrible metastatic prostate cancer being positive, looking forward to each and every day, and being supportive of me as his doctor despite my ineptitude. I've come to terms with it and am gonna let it go. No guns. I'm opting for a 7 iron and metal drum major's baton. The next time I hear someone getting their ass kicked outside my window, I'm gonna be running out with one of those. No more sitting back and letting people get their asses whooped. Hopefully all those years of kendo back in the day have kept my aim true.
-bender
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