Ten-Finger Exercises

...the rest of the story.

I posted the rest of the story, which still hasn't been edited. If you run across odd numbers, they're tallies I was making to post my words for NoWriMo. I kind of lost count.

Now I've been trying to clean up the details, like changing the spelling of the narrator's name in the middle of the story, and the age of the guy who died in ICU. I'm waiting for Bill to come home for his technical expertise, at least his point of view. His son is a deputy sheriff, and he'll know what sounds wrong.

At the moment he had to work late because of a big fire, and his back is hurting as he drives home. He just called to tell me he was on his way, and that his "Check Engine" light had just lit up. Great! He has to be in Yakima early tomorrow, and I have six patients to see.

Hey, have you heard that Barack Obama was adopted by the Irish? They spell his name, O'Bama!