I'm here and that's the least I can say. It's been three months, and what I've seen I'll never be able to forget. Well, here we go.

" Howdy, Carter," Susan greets me as I walk in through the emergency doors.

" Fresh trauma right behind me: Bicycle chain to the neck."

" Eww, sounds gruesome. Better get Pratt. Oh, Greggory.."

Things haven't changed now have they?

" Hey Kerry."

" John, how was the Congo?"

" Unbelieveable. I can't explain it."

"Maybe we could grab some dinner tonight and discuss it. I loved Africa when I was there."

" Yeah, sure. Sounds great."

" Ok, I'll catch you later then."

I've been back 5 minutes and already invited to dinner. They must really love me. I hope I remember my locker combination. ( opens locker, retrieves lab coat and stethoscope.) Let's see some patients.

" Hey, Jerry, who we got today?"

" Well Doctor C., we have Mrs. Johnson with belly pain, Mr. Hamburg with headaches and nausea and finally, Mr. Jefferson who thinks he is the king of New York."

" Wow, a nice variety. I'll take Mrs. Johnson."

" Excellent choice, but if you want a trauma, I may have something for you."

" Sure, Mrs. Johnson can wait. Nothing like a trauma to get your blood pumping. What we have?"

" Auto verses pedestrian, three minutes out and it sounds pretty bad. Apparently, the guy was jaywalking across the street for a drug deal, and an SUV nailed him."

" Sounds festive. I'm there."

" As a matter of fact, here it is now."

This is going to be great. A nice trauma to start me up again.

" Hey, Doris, what we got?"

" Chase Carter, 30, smashed by a trucker running from a drug deal."