Did you know that cancer is not, in fact, a long term side affect of acute radiation sickness? I did not know that. Less than 0.2% of the Hiroshima/Nagasaki victims developed cancer after the fact. It's the long term exposure that can cause cancer, your 3 Mile Islands or Chernobyls, or better yet your Love Canals (that sounds bad), or the chronic exposure, like over and over again, like getting a ginormous number of xrays so that your lifetime accumulation is sky high. Then it's the leukemia or bone cancer or thyroid, and all this is making me remember that one movie with JoBeth Williams, on whom I had a huge crush for so long, The Day After, which frightened me so much in its matter of fact depiction of what it felt like to read the papers and listen to the news and know that the horrible cloud was coming, and not know what to do about it. My! We were quite paranoid in the 80's. Between the Cold War and tornado weather in WI (and my own natural fucked-upedness at the time) I had a lot of stress then.
BUT ANYWAY. Ramble much?
Some thoughts on working seven days on, seven days off:
* The cats hate it. I have here before me a chewed up pencil eraser, which indicates Malcolm's deep, deep disapproval, and also his defiance, because getting up on the desk is a spray-bottle offense. Munch doesn't send me messages like that, but when I am home, he has to be physically attached to my body at all times. It is somewhat annoying, although sweet.
* I will not be there when the pear-shaped lady dies. I gave her that nickname when describing her to my niece, who wanted to know about my patients. Pear-shaped because when I had to
* After seven days off I no longer wish to return. :P Not because of the work, but because it's, you know. Work.