Football will be the death of me

 
  Today was another very long and exhausting day.  It is 10:30pm and we arrived at the hotel about 45 min. ago. Too late and too tired for dinner. There is what must be a very important football/soccer game on.  The hotel lobby is full of men smoking sheesha yelling and moaning at the TV after the announcer screams.
  I am sitting outside because despite my exhaustion, I am wide awake and afraid to use up all my ambian.  Plus the scene is hard to resist.  The waiters are running back and forth as fast as they can. In Portland it would be with trays of micro brews, here it is water pipes.  That's about the only difference.
   I'm not sure how long I will be able to maintain consciousness so I will write a bit, and put up some pictures and I'll let you know how the game goes.
   This is probably as close as I will get to the beach.  Our commute to work.

The Hospital entrance.

Two anesthesiologists in the recovery room.  Suction? Any one?

Update.  The game is between Barcelona and real Madrid.   Despite all the noise, score is 0-0.  Now they are singing Happy Birthday to someone.

Moms in OR waiting area.

Look your best before surgery......

Because you just don't care afterwords.

 Al Majd is out of ICU, but not feeling like moving.  Needed a lot of encouragement to sit at bedside and deep breath.  Forget about coughing.  Not sure which one of us looks worse!

 13 pairs of helping hands for a buccal graft.

 
Our gift to the staff for working so hard and late with us.

Update.  I think a goal was actually scored.  Lots of yelling and firecrackers...Gaza? Firecrackers?  What else would it be?
  It is 11pm I'm either going to bed or joining them to watch the game.  


11:30  Scored tied 1-1
I'm going to pay for this tomorrow.