Man it seems like only yesterday it was January 24th... A few days before I traveled to Little Rock for work. Being a lung surgeon can be really exhausting sometimes.
My trip to Little Rock was pretty benign... I didn't get to see Freda if that's what you were wondering. Apparently I have to go to Seattle for that. I miss her.
The car I got wasn't nearly as cool. She was stiff, unwelcoming. Nothing I did relaxed or soothed her. Needless to say, we didn't hit it off. Maybe my hands were too rough, my butt too big or perhaps I just wasn't her type. She was jumpy and every bump, pot hole, corner we encountered resulted in a squeak. In all the cars I've driven, and trust me, I've driven a lot of cars, I have never needed/wanted/resorted to outside sources of lubricant. It has always just worked itself out. Not this time. WD-40 was an absolute necessity.
Most of my trip to Arkansas was filled with one set of lungs after another. Really, if you've seen one pair you've seen them all. The subtle differences in size and coloring are nothing to write home about. Some people are fascinated by the mere site of them. Not me. In my opinion you can't really appreciate a good pair until you've handled them.
Other than the prude car I drove around, and the obvious lung handling, I saw the big dam bridge. It was a big dam bridge. Big. and over a dam. The dam was in the Arkansas River. That's a big dam river. Here's a pic.
I did get to see my brother for a bit. He's a lung surgeon too. (He helped me through medical school. Such a good guy). Seeing family on business trips always keeps things interesting. Nothing like being in the operating room and having your brother say "I'm telling mom you said that." So mature bro.
Anyways. Yet another exciting business trip under my belt. I think I am due for a free plane ticket soon. Some how it seems slightly lopsided that I have to fly like 87 times to qualify for a free plane ticket. Whatever.
Peace Out.
