In 1999, I found myself at the JMH in Miami, FL. A bright future I felt. Well it was bright. But I left in 2000. It was a treasured opportunity. I lived in a ratty apartment building but one that was a 3 minute drive away. Sadly I was under the airports air paths. I was awakened about 3 times a night. I just read today that people living under airports have elevations in their blood pressures when the airplanes fly over head. No surprise. That said, I was so tired that it only mildly aroused me from sleep. Never was I up all night because a plane awoke me.
Jackson is a unique place. In fact, there is a huge jail cell ward on the premises. I've been there at least once to see patients to go to surgery.
I must say that the air at Jackson has a special flavor that I never imagined I might find anywhere. It is breezy with a taste of palm trees and the sea breeze. Its a beautiful place to live. I bet I might even enjoy being a patient there if I needed to be there.
There was a huge trauma center, the Ryder Trauma Center, new in the last 20 years. A formidable place. We had 6 trauma bays to treat people when they came in and indeed 6 operating rooms that all worked in sync. I was in heaven as far as my medical intersts were concerned. That was a great place. I am stronger mentally and physically as I have served at Ryder.
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