Writer's Block

     I have started and discarded no less than three posts in the last two days. Everything I try to write comes out entirely too inane to release on the internet with my name attached. All I really have to say is that I dislike work weeks that start with starving babies and desperate dads, and I much prefer clinic days with a bunch of teenagers bemoaning their acne to the mornings when I have to figure how to prioritize between toddlers with 104 degree fevers.
      Chikungunya continues to run rampant. Someone I respect pointed out to me how blessed we are that chikungunya is not generally deadly, since it is so widespread now. I will take optimism where I can find it.