My heart bleeded, girl

I have no sympathy for parents who refuse their children medical treatment because of religious beliefs. None at all. (This rant brought to you by the nightly news)

Larry saw FIVE patients this weekend who fell into five separate campfires and suffered burns, all of them fairly small. One guy's burn was bad enough for him to be admitted and Lar's going to graft him next week. HIS BROTHER DID THE SAME THING LAST YEAR. How are people so stupid? Then Lar saw a patient yesterday who was burned while he was BURNING HIS CHRISTMAS TREE. IN MAY. WHICH HE DID IN A PIT IN THE GROUND. WHERE HE WAS STANDING. WHEN HE POURED GASOLINE ON THE TREE.

Normal, intelligent people seldom get burned, I know this, but seriously. It was a weekend of stupid and the phone never stopped ringing.

The flies are almost gone. There have been less of them drifting around the house today, and only a hundred or so dead ones in the basement after we sprayed again last night. This is progress, which is good, because I have about reached my gross-out limit.

We got lots done this weekend, even though Larry had to go in a make rounds and see the Campfire Crew. One patient was two years old, and his burn was on his knee, the size of a quarter, and HE WAS LIFE-FLIGHTED TO THE HOSPITAL. A $6000 helicopter ride because the ER doc at the referring hospital didn't know what to do with a burn injury.

Anyway, Larry planted greenbeans and we got the deck furniture out and planted some flowers and I painted the patio furniture and we unloaded the entertainment center/bookcases because some really old guy is coming tomorrow to fix the plaster on our living room wall. It's real plaster and the roof leaked for a few years, so it's crumbling. There were six boxes of books and a load of other crap piled around the TV that I'm getting rid of, yay. I'm not sure what to do with a cassette player and a turntable, though. That's how old this stuff is and how long it's been sitting there. The plaster guy is very chatty about politics and the economy, hard of hearing, and he's already told me it's too dark in our living room for him to see. It should be a fun morning.

I wanted Danica Patrick to win Indy yesterday. I really didn't want Helio to win, because he stole the coveted disco ball trophy RIGHT OUT FROM UNDER JOEY'S NOSE.

ETA: It was Apollo, not Helio, as phaballa pointed out. Poor Helio, I've wronged him.

Since this is a caps lock post, I'll close by saying OMG I NEED TO WORK ON BIG BANG TONIGHT.