Attitudes are best left behind

Treasure Cay is an approximately three mile stretch of the most magnificant beach imaginable.  National Geograhic includes it in one of the top ten beaches in the world.  I’m not sure how over time it becomes the home and final destination of people from all over the world.  When I say final destination…I mean that literally.  I can’t count how many people have come into my office to declare that their final wish is to die here.  If only they would discuss these plans with family members.  I am not being unsympathetic….I will join their ranks eventually.

The past  few weeks have been incredibly “time consuming”.  My CT tech is on 16 weeks pregnancy leave..thats correct 16 weeks (Its a Bahamas thing).   Therefore I draw all the blood, start all the IV’s, scan all the patients and have no hair to pull out.  I haven’t had a day off in over 25 days.  This is Ok because I’m supporting a couple of lawyers.  No..not a malpractice issue, go through some of my old blogs.

Well, after a particularly busy day..emergency at 8:00 A.M. ( would have been earlier, but I was out running off my aggressive tendencies) which just became worse, I took Sporty…my crazy Aussie, out for a ride.  He likes to bark at everyone..I think we connect.  We passed a pristine Silver Shadow Rolls Royce…antique.   I have seen this car before in Treasure  but never close enough to discern any detail.  Remember, duty on cars is 50% in the Bahamas, the philosophy being..you really don”t need them .  Please don’t get me started.   This car was spotless…Not a dent or deformity.   This is obviously not consistant with my current frame of mind.  Sporty looked at me and said lets pass this f%$cker.  Your on!  Coming around a 15 MPH curve I gained on him (its a race to the best spot on the point).  As I passed  this piece of art work all my preconceived assumptions were shattered as I saw the three dimensional bullet hole stickers adorning his right corner panel….never trust your attitude. 

Sporty and I made it out to the beach.  I let him out of the truck so that he could chase some tourists in golf carts.  When he tired out we sat back in the truck and stared at the sea gulls …wondering why don’t they fly all the time.  I would if I could.

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