Five hours into my thirteen hour drive home from our annual family vacation, I got the call. “Mom, I’m in the ER,” my daughter said in a groggy voice.
Five hours into my thirteen hour drive home from our annual family vacation, I got the call. “Mom, I’m in the ER,” my daughter said in a groggy voice.
My daughter was the first to succumb, heaving miserably into a fishy-smelling five gallon pail. I was next, hurling out of the fishing boat’s starboard window.
I was about six years old, and I was running away from home. For real this time.
Military medicine changes affect force’s past and future
The Navy’s past and future rely on military medicine. I’ve relied on it, too, for three decades, but something seems fundamentally changed.