hungry lions in heat

It’s been quite a break from school stuff, although it’s never far from my mind. Last week was the Arizona Dept. of Health state inspection of the new hospital, which we passed, although there was quite a bit of chaos behind the scenes. The hospital had only received its temporary certificate of occupancy the week prior, which meant that there were only about 4 days between the time when we could start moving people, equipment, etc. in and the state coming. Of course, there was more than a year’s worth of work that went into the opening, but from a purely physical perspective, it was amazing to see how much was accomplished in a mere 96 hours. Today we received our first patients- a grand total of 3- which was actually relatively anticlimactic. In fact, I felt kind of sorry for the poor patients, who probably got more attention than they wanted, given the current staff to patient ratio of 50:1.

The holidays were lovely and relaxing, as always. For some reason, home has a powerful soporific effect on me, and it’s wonderful to sink into a sugar-and-trash-tv stupor for a couple of days. I even made it back to Ohio without incident, which was a pleasant surprise was given that O’Hare is like the Venus flytrap of airports, waiting to suck you in upon landing and gobble you down. It was lovely to be back home in the frosty white cold. As much as it seems ludicrous to complain when it’s 60 and sunny all the time, there’s something unnatural about skipping winter. As much as I complain, and as miserable as it can be not seeing the sun for almost five months, it has always seemed like winter forces a certain kind of introspection that seems vital to the human spirit (not to mention increased productivity- what else are you supposed to do?). Without it, I just seem to kind of merrily bounce along without giving pause or second thought to just about anything.

What is wrong with these jolly Arizona folk? They’re just so uncannily….happy! Still, I do believe they’re missing something. Perhaps it’s the strength of spirit that develops when it’s still blizzarding in April or the desperate cynicism that evolves when, after years of nursery rhymes, you learn the cruel lesson that March comes in like a lion…and out like one too. A hungry lion in heat, in fact. Although interestingly enough, Phoenicians still manage to weave the weather into every conversation: “What? What’s that you say? It’s going to drop to 55 degrees tomorrow?! Cripes, I’ve got to run- I’ve gotta pick up some down jackets and space heaters, stat- this is (insert expletive) unbelievable!”

Oh how I miss my windy, frozen city!