Ailana’s Journal: Part 2—2026-07-03 (Patreon)

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GOOD AFTERNOON by Min Aurora

Hello from outside the South Padre Island Convention Centre, where I’m working today with the Shoreline Outreach mobile clinic.

Shoreline Outreach is our traveling extension of Shoreline Health & Wellness. We bring basic medical care, screenings, first aid, and follow-up support to people who may not be close to the clinic—or who simply need help where they already are.

It is July 3, and the Independence Day celebrations have definitely begun. So far, I have treated a small burn from someone reaching across a grill, cleaned a cut caused by a broken seashell, and helped a teenager who became dizzy after spending too long outside without enough water.

Then a family of four came in together.

The mother, their five-year-old daughter, and their six-year-old son all tested positive for strep. The father admitted that his throat had been bothering him before they left Dallas, although he insisted it had only felt scratchy.

His wife stared at him for several seconds before everything erupted.

“You shoved us in the car with your ‘just a scratchy throat,’ drove us from Dallas, and infected us all!”

He tried to explain that he hadn’t known it was strep.

That was when she told him to get out of the clinic, take an Uber to the airport, fly home, and spend the rest of the holiday with his Fort Worth girlfriend.

The children looked frightened. The father looked stunned, but left. I concentrated on keeping my voice calm, explaining the medications, answering questions, and making sure everyone understood when they would no longer be considered contagious after beginning antibiotics.

I don’t know what happened once they left. I gave the appropriate prescriptions and discharge instructions, but I cannot diagnose a marriage from an examination room—and I would be very cautious about deciding who was telling the truth after hearing only one angry exchange.

That’s not typical, and I’m glad.

Most of today has been scraped knees, mild sunburn, dehydration, insect bites, and parents asking whether a child’s swollen ankle needs an X-ray. Those moments may be less dramatic, but they are the work I expect and the kind I’m happiest to provide.

For now, I’m staying under the shade, drinking water between patients, and waiting to see what the rest of the holiday brings.

Please celebrate safely, take care of one another, and remember that “just a scratchy throat” can occasionally be more than that.

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JOURNAL MOMENTS

Today’s Journal Moments check in on Eli Park, Camila Lopez, and Vanessa Lenen as they wrap up a Friday.

NEVER REALLY OFF

Camila Lopez, a new member of the SPI Police Department, was off for the observed Independence Day holiday, but she had to work on the Fourth. She was glad to be off duty, but as a law enforcement officer, she never really felt like the job could be ignored.

She was always on the alert. And a part of her was always ready to take action if needed. The older cops told her that was just the nature of the job and to get used to it.

The server at Blackbeards had just delivered her meal when a woman’s voice from the booth beside her pierced the hum of the room. “What are you looking at? Stop staring at me!”

Two men at a nearby table looked that way, and one of them said, “We’re just watching the game.”

The other man pointed. “You’re sitting under the TV.”

Camilla heard the woman slap the table. Oh my god! You’re all liars!”

The woman, a brunette in her mid-twenties, stormed out of the restaurant. Heads shook, and eyes rolled, but order remained.

A moment later, the server came by and picked up the check. Camilla observed her folding a twenty and putting it into her order pad. At least the woman paid her bill.

WORKED THE HOLIDAY

Eli Park looked at the time. Kirina would be getting off in a few minutes, so he saved everything and shut down his apps. Since she was working at Sea Glass, he had gone to the office to catch up and even get ahead.

Kirina was scheduled to next work Sunday afternoon. That would give the two of them almost 48 hours to enjoy each other’s company.

At her house on North Shore Drive, a fresh bag of Kingsford charcoal waited on the patio, and a two-day supply of chicken, hamburgers, and brats waited in the fridge. Those, Eli thought, were the makings of a long, slow weekend.

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Vanessa Lenen came through the door and went straight to the washing machine. It had been a messy day.

“I’m a living laundry commercial,” she said aloud to herself.

It had started at breakfast when the egg slipped from the muffin and left a trail of buttery stain on her scrubs before plopping to the floor. An exploding coffee creamer had added insult to injury a few minutes later.

In the Shoreline break room, her attempt to indulge in the holiday snack tray Isabela Martinez had brought resulted in a dollop of tuna salad—and another mayonnaise stain—on her scrubs. Vanessa counted it as luck that the mayonnaise almost covered the butter stain.

On the way back from SPI in the Shoreline Outreach mobile clinic bus, they stopped for fuel—and, per Min’s inclination, gas station hotdogs. That added a streak of mustard over the creamer stain, just for good measure.

Vanessa had just done all of her laundry on her day off. Everything was clean.

Except the clothes she had on. She knew that if she tossed the stained scrubs into the hamper, they would sit for days, and she doubted the stains would ever come out.

She did what she figured anyone would do in her case. She took off the shirt, pretreated it with stain remover, and ran a small load on hot—“small load” meaning one item.

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