It's been several days since I've written. We've been dreadfully busy, and I have been very tired. When we first
came over, the long hours of work & running about, and exertion seemed to roll off our shoulders, and a few hours sleep
put vim and vigour back into us. Gradually, as time has gone by, in spite of rest periods now and then, we find after a couple
of long sessions, we don't snap back so well. Can it be age creeping on? There must be a cumulative effect to fatigue
which even intermittent periods of relaxation and gaiety cannot erase. We are looking forward to the expectation of another
few days lull in our activity while we nurse our post-ops through their fight for recovery. This is a tracing of a shell fragment
I took out the chest and lung of one of our boys. Nice little hunk of steel, isn't it?
It's edges are razor sharp. He is fighting infection now, having survived his shock and his respiratory distress from
the hemothorax associated with the injury. The other day was fun - we had a case of acute appendicitis. Such a neat little
procedure. We felt like sending him back to duty after such a minor operation! But right after that we sutured two holes
in the stomach, resected the transverse colon, did a resection of small bowel with end-to-end anastomosis, removed the left
kidney transperitoneally, and delrided the back wounds - all in one patient. So it goes.