Tuesday, September 25, 2012

It's the USA.  It's California.  It's warm, not humid, the toilets have seats, most of the folks I talk are speaking English (though, with the brits it's a strange form of English - I haven't yet heard an "h" actually pronounced - as in,  "  'ave you 'eard about the 'eart attack?"), and the restaurants have forks.

I got a call from a medical recruiter that I know - he had gotten an email from a charity organization in Wales, and they were looking for a doctor to ride along on a fundraiser here in the US.  After a few more emails, that's me.  It's a big trip for them, and they routinely try to have a paramedic or doctor along, although the ride is routine and wouldn't normally warrant onsite medical support, but I'm not one to argue about the chance to go for a ride.

So, we've all gathered in SanFrancisco,  driven into the Central valley (Oakdale, home of the world's largest tomato processing plant), and today on to Yosemite Valley.

The group has expressed some concern about the hantavirus infections this summer in Yosemite.  I've advised them that here, in the US, getting shot is far more of a concern.  They seem greatly reassured by that.