Day + 3 Health Score 73
The day passed quickly as I had the company of a friend of mine from church, Neal Hinson. He drove the 2 1/2 hours from Lincoln to Stanford just so I wouldn't be alone today while Barbie was in school. Neal is a Captain in the Air Force and flies U-2 spy planes out of Beale Air Force Base. It was fascinating to learn of his experiences as one who flies so high and so alone. We both commented on the similarities between pilots and surgeons. In a moment of crisis, all of your experience, training, intuition and common sense combine with a heightened perception and awareness as you first; control the situation, second make a plan and third, fix the problem. I remember as this would occur to me, while performing surgery, almost being in a 'trance' like state where all external input is turned off. You do not sense time or body aches. You are completely focused until the job is done. And then, all at once, you look at the clock; and what seemed like a 5 minutes was actually an hour and your back starts to hurt.
The personalities that seek these jobs are clearly similar. It is strange that we might both be in awe of what the other guy does, whereas for us, it is just a days work.
The mouth sores began today. But I can still swallow. This was good because Neal brought 'guy' food (Cheetos and Hostess Donettes) and 'guy' movies (The Right Stuff and Master and Commander) to pass the time. It was good.
What a true friend.