Obviously my thoughts are still with that poor woman. I went to see her before my Friday shift and again at the end of it. she's still sedated and on the vent. My heart is sinking. I'm afraid she's gravely hurt. My friends, my fiancee, my colleagues, my old residency director (I've apparently been talking a fair amount, which is rare for me) range from non-chalant to congratulatory. It is good to have that support, but not nearly as good as not needing it. I think about her when I'm waking up to shower and driving to work and between patients and when I'm on my bike or watching Raiders of the Lost Ark with the Biscuit. It will be like that for a while, I think. The Biscuit had her bridal shower today. I took the occassion to go for a ride. 25 miles through the hills out here. Not fun--just grinding up unpleasantly steep hills in a low gear and theh freewheeling down the other side. Good for the legs, but not pleasant or uplifting or escapist. There's nothing like the PCH for long rolling miles of asphalt. But that's a long ways away. The house buying process is going well. 1)Pictures of the house: The kitchen and the back yard 2)Pictures of the Beautiful Biscuit and Shelby U-561