After the 12 hours of standing in a lead apron for cardiac cases Thursday, helping drain (oh so slowly, one 60cc syringe at a time) almost 1400cc of pus that looked remarkably like dijon mustard and that last minute cold leg declot Friday, I got to see something rare. Bicycling home from finishing up a case this morning, I could hear an unusually loud piston driven aircraft approaching. Since I was downtown, my vision was limited, but this thing was loud. I stopped for a minute to see if it would pass over, when what I'm pretty confident was a B-25 Mitchell flew overhead low enough for me to clearly make out the '40s era markings on the wings. It's good to know there's at least one still flying.
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