Childhood accidents

I was posting on my son's blog "It's all about change" regarding a childhood accident that Chris had on a slide at an early age. Two more came to mind.
Terror One
The quick cat incident. Chris was walking in a six wheeled seat at a very young age. He was in the kitchen with his Dad. The cat ran through the room and down the basement stairs. Chris followed. He tumbled down the basement metal edged steps in the walking seat and lived. His mom had him X-rayed head to toe. Not a single broken bone.

Terror Two
Dad and Chris in the kitchen. For some reason picking Chris up and swinging him while holding one leg and one arm seemed like a good idea and caused lots of giggles and laughs. Except dad's hands were slippery or Chris had lotion on his skin with the result that after several swings back and forth Chris was airborne and landed under the dinning room table in the next room clinging to an upright support.

Both terrors were accidents. I never intended to Knock em Out. I did not Knock em out. But childhood seems to be difficult to survive without accidents. I guess that's life. I guess that's why its called an accident.

Perspective on a weekend

At the start of a weekend, all things seem possible as that 48 hours of freedom beckons to be filled. In reality, things rarely turn out as planned.
A wise old doc once told me," If you want to hear God laugh, tell her your plans."

ACLS and BLS

One of the joys of being an active anesthesiologist is maintaining cardiac resuscitation proficiency. I have been studying for about a month. I was in the hospital just before my original retake date. I was too tired to proceed at that time and my new 8AM-5PM class followed a 24 hour call. God was merciful. Every two years for the rest of my active career, I get to spend a weekend with kids 30 years younger than me telling me about the new American Heart recommendations. I was the only student with grey hair out of about fifty. If I am lucky, than I will not have to use the material until next exam. A few years ago, an instructor could not find a baby sitter. As I am being grilled by the mother, her five year old is going over the material with me on a Megacode. The little girl had obviously been through the class dozens of times. She kept giving me the answers and she was always right. I am happy to be off to work with clean credentials.

Happy New Year 2009

I am so busy at work I need to stop and visit Its about change and post a comment on my blog.