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The Silk Tape Road: Deep in the Heart

I've been working in McAllen, TX for a little over a month now.  It should be of no surprise that I have thoughts.  
Upon first arriving here, I was blown away with the affluence of this area.  Beautiful sprawling homes sitting on lots of acreage.  You know how you can smell out money in a hot climate?  If the houses have second stories.  They aren't rich if they can't afford to air condition an upstairs level.  Well, many houses here certainly have second stories.  and third.  I was baffled.  I am definitely one to enjoy finer things, and I could not fathom why anyone with money would want to live here.  Honestly, ere I arrived, the dramatic fussface inside of me thought I would be living in a teepee on a field.  Upon further investigation, I learned that the wealth accumulated here is in direct relation to the not so legal career opportunities found across the Rio Grande River.  Now it nauseates me.  Everything I see here is now infused with the lingering essence of drug trade.  Ew.  I take an exercise class here three times a week, and you would shudder at the Botox nightmares that come.  The mind reels.  
You may recall my mentioning that this hospital I work for is doctor owned.  In order to have privileges to practice here, physicians must invest a minimum of 250k into the hospital.  This policy can result in one of two ways.  The first is that the MD's are so invested in their brainchild that they work to make it flourish to meet their med school dreams of saving the world and saving lives.  The second, and more likely, is that MD's (who are already prone to power trips) go haywire with entitlement.  I'm afraid I have more examples of the latter.  
The hospital, itself, is gorgeous.  Brand new, gleaming granite countertops, shiny fancy equipment, and large spaces.  Further evidence that appearances are deceiving.  While I have met many lovely people here that totally rock out like me, they are mostly TNW's, also like me. This place is lacking in joie de vive.  Perhaps it's the newness of the establishment or the lack of organization in its beginnings, but people are just not into working there.  My theory, is that it's lacking in relations.  I have already had a particularly nasty run-in with a physician that I have henceforth dubbed "Dr. Assface".  The doctors here are holy cow demanding, and damn childish about it.  Obviously, none of them had ever encountered me before.  I, by no means, will hesitate to slap a ho (if you will...).  You are free to have issues with me.  You, however, are not free to throw a hissy fit in the nurses station and expect me to have nothing to say about it.  This place has so much potential, but is dropping the ball like a pregnant teenager in high school.  I like it here, but I don't love it.  Thankfully, I can do anything for a few months and this non committal lifestyle means that I can nurse the crap out of the kids here and run off before I burn out.  
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FYI.

Basic itinerary for the summer**: 
McAllen until June 24th- fly home.
Jan and Noah's wedding extraordinaire, Thailand June 29th. 
Back Stateside July 17th.  
a week's RnR in the L-I-B. (lake of course!)
July 25th- fly back to McAllen for three days work.  
July 29th- fly back to Spokane for wedding a la Mrs. Andy Byrd Aug 1st. 
Aug 4th- fly back to McAllen for another five weeks of work while I find my next assignment!

**note:  God laughs when we make plans.  I know this.  
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17 forever.

I've a confession.  I really like to be in public by myself.  It's odd.  I don't really talk about it, usually.  I think this started when I first got my driver's license and discovered the thrill of being my own events coordinator, being in public whist being my own boss.  Liberation extreme.  I like pushing a grocery cart around by myself, I like sitting by the pool solo, I love riding the subway in NYC alone, and I like going to the movies alone.  This last habit started in college, when I was living in the proverbial sorority house and sometimes craved my own company.  I would go see whatever musical/pixar creation/imax documentation that I knew no one else would care about.  It's the perfect two hours to spend, not paying attention to anyone else but yourself and  whomever was starring in the feature presentation.  A few nights ago, I wandered to the local Cineplex in McAllen and decided to go see whatever was playing at 2200.  The result:
I rolled my eyes at myself as I sheepishly asked the prepubescent counter girl for one ticket.  She feigned indifference, but inside I am convinced she was judging me for being so old and so alone, going to see Zac Efron (isn't he jailbait?!) flutter his girlish eyelashes for an entire film.  
The verdict?  (I cringe as I type)  I loved it.   An entirely too far fetched plot line, horrible family dysfunction--including Oedipal tendencies, a rousing dance number, light saber choreography, Margaret Cho as sex ed teacher, ridiculous antics/themed costumes, and Matthew Perry.  Further evidence of my likely "Intervention"-necessary teenie bopper tendencies.  Will I ever mature enough to prefer Oscar nominees, indie documentaries and political thrillers?  I can't imagine, I like the schtick.

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All Opposed Say Neigh.








I've still never gotten over my parent's refusal to buy me a pony for the backyard.  Thankfully, I am now gainfully employed in the Lonestar State for five more weeks, where one might satisfy all equine cravings.  Horses on the beach doubles my pleasure and fun.  Tammy and I rounded out the day with a visit to the sea turtle rescue center to oogle over the little funny-finned fellas and a meal on the water.  Good Morrow, fellow earthlings.  

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A thought.





Do you think it's possible to become addicted to an activity by observation?  Some of the fellow travel nurse warriors (or the TNW's as they will henceforth be called) and I decided to explore South Padre Island this last weekend.  When we got there, we saw that there were kite surfers all gathered on the laguna side beach.  We chased them down and found out that there was some sort of kite surfing party going on.  Surfers from all over the world were gathered to compete and look pretty bad ass while flying through the air.  Apparently the object of the game is to jump the farthest between two floating markers.  They just FLY.  I was completely enthralled.  The girls and I are going to take lessons.  One of the cowabunga dudes told me that it's easier to learn than any other kind of surfing, and way more fun.  Schweeet.  Our day was upgraded to epic level when we hopped aboard the Fish Tale, a sunset dolphin watch boat.  I saw Flipper, I swear.  He says what up.  
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