Yesterday I wondered aloud, where were my Tulane bloggers? Now I know where one is, and I'm quite fearful for him.
Anonymous Sportsaholic has been forced to stay in New Orleans.
Here is the complete entry-
They tell you on the first day of residency orientation that, at multiple times during the year, you will question why you went into medicine.Stay safe!
My first moment came yesterday when I found out I had to stay in New Orleans and brace for perhaps THE WORST storm in the history of history.
The precise moment came at around 11:30pm on Saturday night when I waved goodbye to my fiance and her family as they loaded up their van and drove away to Houston. All at once I felt 1) alone, 2) helpless, 3) angry and 4) scared. I hadn't felt like that...ever. And it was all because of the two letters after my name that, not three months ago, gave me so much pride and joy to finally attain.
Now I sit here and hope and pray that New Orleans doesn't become a bowl of human soup within the next 24 hours. I hope I won't be stuck in Charity Hospital long enough to wish I had packed more clean underwear. I hope that the people of New Orleans have a home to come back to.
I watch TV and I'm pretty tired of keeping track of every square inch the eye moves. It's also hard to watch these meteorologists have their 72-hour wet dream on television. I mean really, this is what they train for all year long...it's why the best meteorologists migrate to the South, just in case a Katrina comes along during their lifetime.
(I don't know if they really migrate to the South, but it's a nice theory, isn't it?)
In any case, I miss my fiance, my family and my dogs. I hope we all have our warm, dry beds to come home to at the end of all this.
God Bless New Orleans.
Also, Florida Gator blogger WeAreTheBoys' power is out.
VictoryIsMine says Saints' fans are giving the city its last rites on message boards. His family has welcomed several New Orleans evacuees into their home a bit north of the city.