Well that’s it, just like that the conference has come to end.
The last few days have been a wild ride through the essentials of emergency medicine. Mel Herbert and his team have put on one hell of a show, and San Francisco played host superbly.
I was intending to summarize the events of the last day of essentials however unforeseen circumstances meant that this is not possible. I was afflicted by a devastating but self-resolving malaise of uncertain etiology and elected to steer clear of the conference’s final day. My brain was full to the brim anyway. Apologies for the anticlimax…
Fortunately Mel is going to have the entire conference available to download over the coming months. I think he may be a telepath.
After catching up on some sleep I joined the other sandgropers at Candlestick Park to watch the San Francisco 49ers clash with the St. Louis Rams. There is no one in the world who loves their job less than the cantankerous taxi driver to whom we entrusted our lives. He did, however, have a marvelous and unerring ability to bypass traffic jams and squeeze his taxi through the slightest of openings (perhaps closings is a better term).
The stadium was surrounded by hordes of howling 49ers fans, most of them more than half cut despite it being barely midday, with their barbecues blazing and beer bellies being filled. It seems that the club itself actually encourages this behavior:
The game itself is nearly incidental to the overall event. The players vie for the crowds attention against the constant distractions of exploding fireworks, nubile cheerleaders, highlights of other games on the big screen and relentless advertising. Needless to say we had a great day as the circus atmosphere successfully countered the potent somnolescent effects of American football. We really felt like we were in America…
Only half regretfully did I farewell my fellow Perthites who moved on to the green pastures of Las Vegas. I have been informed that they have each set their alarms for Wednesday — I’m not sure if that’s to remind them to wake up or go to sleep. Hopefully the fear and loathing will be kept to minimum.
As I prepare to fly towards the southern cross I’d like to thank Mel again for making this all possible. I must also thank the many friends, old and new, that made this an adventure not to be missed.
Til next time…