Hey gang!

I've been up at the Coalville clinic with Wain (yes, that's how he spells it) Allen. I really like him. First- he's a total smart ass, so we get along there. Second- he wears cowboy boots and jeans to work, so I wear mine now too. And third- he knows and loves Caddyshack as much as I do.

We've been doing hospice care in Heber on Monday mornings, and Thursdays are spent in Kamas. We even do house calls. There's a decent amount of mullets and handlebar mustaches in the area, which is nice. Wain is also the bishop, and he entered veggies in the fair. Gotta love small towns.

So I'm in clinic the other day, and my patient is a sweet old gentleman (I'm talking like 90+ old) in with abdominal pain, so I had him lying down and, being the good student, I wanted stethoscope on skin. So I was pulling up his t-shirt, and pulling up his t-shirt.. finally I get to something that looks like cotton paneling when I realise I've just given this poor old one piece garment wearing feller the power frog-eye wedgie of his lifetime. Of course he's not saying anything- still just smiling up at me. Then he says "Miss, you're not Mormon, are ya?" I turned beet red and apologized, but didn't have the courage to un-do my damage so I left the room so he could re-adjust. I think he just thought it was funny, and maybe even a little exciting. Anyways, I blame Darin for not covering that in cultural competency (or did he? Guess I wouldn't know).

Looking forward to seeing your mugs in a few weeks. Cheers- G