It's my weekend again to work. I made the mistake of listening to the news while I was cooking dinner so not only did I hear the weatherman talking about more snow and a freezing wintery mix--rather gleefully I might add--I got a heads up on some patients Life Flighted our way. We just lost a 23 year old young woman from a "worst-headache-in-her-life" brain bleed. The outside hospital had left her sitting in their ER waiting area for three hours before they CAT scanned her head and saw all the blood. By the time we got her there wasn't much left to save. She may not have made it in any event. A third of all subarachnoid bleeds don't make it to the hospital and, out of those that do, another third don't survive. But, watching the families, especially when they're so young, and having so little to offer them is heart wrenching. Not looking forward to another go round of grief.
Thankfully Oscar's on the way. I make no excuses for it, I love the whole kit and kaboodle of the Academy Awards show. I love the red carpet performances, the gowns, the hair, the jewels, the long and over-drawn thank you speeches. I love Jack in the front row with his shades on, still the cool cat of celebrity-ness. Every year Hubby and I say we're going to see all the contenders for the next year's show. Every year we don't. What can I say? Life happens.
On Sunday night we will be rooting for our favorite movie, Slumdog Millionaire. Loved it from beginning to end. Especially the end. Life doesn't get much better than singing and dancing in unison in a train station. May it one day happen for you.