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Tell me that isn’t classic. 27? At one time? I rock…. (when my wife gets a hold of this one of two things will happen–it will be removed, or… i will look like a wimp cause I’m sure she could take me… let alone 27 5 year olds…
Check the COMMENT out here… good stuff… Nothing like people who want to make money off of me making fun of them, and their fake disease.
To top it off I’ve found more good stuff!
Godammit!
NYTIMES
You’re F’ing crazy.
I like this one: It basically states that you should live a healthy life, not be 200lbs over weight, eat McD’s every day, smoke crack, and just every now and then sleep enough and exercise.
This one is good too.
Be careful. That end-stage-fibro could be just around the corner…
I need a job. I WANT a job. Right now, I have applied to numerous services. From rural to tribal to moderately urban services, I’ve applied to lots. I’ve applied close and far. WE want to stay close for now. We’re in no hurry to leave home. Honestly, if we could stay right where we are I would drive an hour to work or so.
I just want a job. I’m not too picky. It has to pay…. it can’t be completely slow…. I just really want a job that doesn’t mean I have to work for a particular shady local service.
Whatev. Something will come along.
I’d be a nuke submarine technician. No. Really. I almost joined the Navy-twice. Once as a Nuke Tech and once as a Corpsman.
Why didn’t I join? Well, until I came back from my fancy campaign job in November 2006, I didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do or where I wanted to be. That’s when it all clicked. Untill then I had about 30 majors, 2 schools(one of them twice), 15 jobs, and 40 lbs in beer attached to my stomach.
Sure. I did lots. But I wasn’t ever happy–not like now.
But I think being a nuke tech on a sub would be funny. Of course this would be only if I didn’t want to be a paramedic–and that would also mean that I wouldn’t have gotten married–which, is undoubtedly the best thing that ever happened to me. The fact that I could convince this beautiful, smart, talented woman to marry me is beyond my level of thought. I’m just that good.(ok. not really, but a guy’s gotta dream?!?)
Sure, being stuck in a sub for months at a time, surfacing when a guy with a funny hat says so, spending all your time with 40 other guys… yeah. Not my cup of tea. But it’d be fun.
I’ve done lots of stuff that people don’t always see as fun: backpacking in Glacier… at the end of May with 30 inches of snow…, moving to Florida–to work every day minus 2 in a year, moving back…., rock climbing, having 3 dogs, fishing, fly fishing, swimming on easter in the midwest… outside…
Lots of stuff. But seriously. How fun would it be to work on a boat that is like the hand of God?
Then again… sometimes we feel the hand of God in the back of the truck too. Sometimes he likes to reach around and slap the shit out of us.
Whatever. I had a point here and it’s been lost. But if you decide you want to join the Navy. Think of something involving a sub. Subs don’t get attacked by those crazy pirates in the Persian Gulf.
Nope. Not really. But it got your attention.
My boredom level has reached an all time high. I study. I clean. I wait. On monday I go to ride with the service I’m hoping to get a job with. I’ve got my fingers crossed.
Right now, I’ve sent/will send out applications to about 30 services. Hopefully I can get a job… Then again, hopefully I can pass the tests. Anyone have the ALS/BLS skill sheets for the practical? I might be retarded but can’t seem to find them on the NREMT site.
So my internship has been done for a few weeks… and it’s a bit wierd. I went from being constantly busy to just being…. well… bored. I miss seing the little monsters at my Brother’s house too. They atleast brought amusement to my day–that my dogs can’t. Seriously. My dogs–they might drive me nuts!
They think it is soooooo funny to annoy the living daylights out of me… being dogs. Jerks.
I’ve got a few posts in “draft” status cause I’m stuck. One on MAST pants, one on a crazy drunk who decided Broadway was a good place to sleep(as in head on the curb), and one on what I would do if I wasn’t going to be a paramedic–that one is just funny. Maybe that one will come next.
Sitemeter has been one of EE’s favorites for a while…
Here is what some people have found MY site when searching google…
Good stuff…
Lets just throw a bunch of crap key words in there too…
poop, shit, crap, dump, fart, smelly, dog, cat, k-9, lab, retriever, fuck, damn, hell, meow, woof, the deadliest catch, trumpet, rocket, mars, man on the moon, fish, flood, pump, rain, snow, sleet, boom, dead, death, dying, dye, die, day, do, da.
Medic Matt referenced my favorite disease… Fibromylagia.
Get over it people. I realized the easter bunny hates me and you need to take a tylenol, drink some water, and get some sleep. Then, when that’s all done, go to WORK and quit calling the ambulance when you have a car and 4 people in your house who can drive. I will NOT give you morphine.
If you want some fun reads… Check this crap out.
But silly quotes get me…
We watched POTC3 again tonight and this quote stood out…And what the enemy will see, they will see the flash of our cannons, and they will hear the ringing of our swords, and they will know what we can do!
By the sweat of our brow and the strength of our backs and the courage in our hearts!
Gentlemen, hoist the colors!
Call me a dork… But sometimes we need a little something to push us through…
Phoenix_Graphics on EBAY sells these decals and more… The funny things you find on google…
There’s this one too…
I got another forwarded email from someone who sends me a lot of forwarded emails today…
It was the typical “gets ya thinkin” mumbo jumbo…
It did have a quote I like though…
A government big enough to give you everything you want is a government big
enough to take from you everything you have. — Gerald R. Ford
Food for thought.
Fellow Blogger Kelly Grayson has a column over at ems1.com. Check it out.
His blog is pretty good stuff too… A Day in the Life of an Ambulance Driver.
He’s well respected in the blogosphere–with good reason.
His blog is a lot more of a synopsis of his day but it’s good stuff. I dig.
So I’ve been slacking off for the last few weeks. Yup. That’s me. Really, I’ve been slacking off for 24.5 years and only sometimes people notice…
So Here goes:
Life as a student is pretty much over. Sure, I’ve got tons of studying to do. But that often leads to things less productive… ie spending entirely too much time online. I’ve been lurking in the background in a few blogs, of course EE always keeps some of my blogosphere attention.
A few others will be deserving of a post all there own soon…
My internship experience is still sinking in. I learned a lot during that 6 weeks that school couldn’t possibly teach us. It also helped make the things they taught me seem real and practical.
Things I learned:
That’s good enough to call a post, isn’t it?
Anyone have any study tips? What would you have studied for your medic exam?
I keep re-reading chapters from my book and it is either not sinking in or just bouncing around in there…
I would love some ideas–and I need ideas for posts. Give me a few days and there will be a few more.
I’ve got a pretty fantastic drunk patient story… Restraints, pillow case, the works…
Almost…
Internship is done! Last shift was pretty quiet but the ride home was rough… Drove 4 hours up, 12 hour shift, 4 hours home…
Now it’s study time… I’ve got a few posts brewing so keep coming back!
Just testing out blogging from my xv6700 via moBlog.
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Tonight the wife and I start Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University. The in-laws paid for it for us and I am actually a little excited about it. We are in debt up to our eyeballs. My college loans, some credit cards gone wrong, medical bills, and the like. I think this class is something that will help us for the rest of our lives.
Not sure if we will take all of his practices or just some. I hope we learn something from it all…
Gone! Well, not yet.
2 shifts left up here in Big Deal city and I’m done with my internship! One tomorrow, go home, and have to come back on Friday for the remaining 12 hour stint. You have no idea how excited I am to finally be home and able to spend normal time with the wife and monsters(dogs).
I’ll try to come up with something useful to say over the next month or so but I won’t be doing much EMS related stuff other than studying… lots. I’ll fill you in on my remaining shifts in the next few days.
Someone could feel free to offer me some prompts… though I’ll have lots to reflect back on…
Also, my feet really smell. Bad. Does anyone have a magic trick to make your duty boots not smell like death? Seriously… I am grossed out by my own feet!
It was a nice sleepy Saturday on our critical truck. The morning started with napping… Two solid hours of napping. There is something about napping on duty that is better than any other napping. The only thing that compares to it is napping when you are supposed to be on duty but called in.
Around 0700 we are toned out code 2 for a ground TX from itty bitty outstate hospital to pretty big deal hospital. Its a solid 90 mile drive so we buckle in and get going. 20 minutes into it we call the itty bitty hospital for report. The ED nurse(the only ED nurse in itty bitty) is sounding rather anxious. Says patient’s pressure is dropping. Fast. The phone signal out in BFE isn’t great and we keep losing her.
Upgraded to code 3 and put the whirlybird in motion. For the record-we are out of our state in a neighboring state-people here pull over for ambulances-like a mile ahead of time… It rocks.
Keep trying to contact itty bitty. No luck. Try dispatch over the digital for an update. They state the patient’s pressure is at 60… And holding…
Well….. Fuck.(sorry. No other word fits there)
We’re expecting bad things. Chest thumping and helicopters do not mix well. So we roll up(itty bitty hospital is brand new, very nice, but lacks a sign that directs us to the ED… We made it-don’t you worry!)
Throw our gear on our handy(heavy) power cot and walk in. Itty bitty RN looks like death. Again, expecting bad things. She says we can go. Not-so-big deal’s bird was closer and now only 3 min out. Whatev. Figured I’d check in on the big deal pt.
As I’m walking to his room the nurse again states his BP is 60. But I hear a voice in the pt’s room… And when I walk to the door see it is the patient. Wide awake. Lucid. Actually looks better than his nurse.
I turn around, ask if she’s taken a manual BP. Nope. The nurse on our truck walks over, re-adjusts the cuff and pushes start. Magic. 110/64. Nope, not 60. The nurse didn’t seem to think that was possible.
Our nurse asked if they wanted us to take the pt now since he was stable… The RN and family insist he has to be flown. He is obviously critical… “healthy people don’t have a BP of 60″ says his nurse….
She really didn’t get it? Seriously?!? This patient might not be healthy, but he did NOT have a pressure of 60. Wow… Even the lollipops up here could have caught that.
I’m not dead… yet. Yup, still here to annoy you. It’s been an interesting few days. Due to some complications of my own, I’ll have to come back to my internship for one final day, next friday. So I ride till Monday, go home, then come up for one day… Waaa hooo!
I’m also broadening my horizons for job opportunities. There are 6 or so locations we’re considering that are near “home”. We’ll see which works out best.
Last night was a pretty nuts shift. 13 calls in 12 hours. Everything from drunk sleeping on the street using the curb as his pillow to “oh fuck” the mother of all brain bleeds.
We got to use our C.A.T. on a dialysis patient whose shunt was pouring blood out. They are friggin nuts. If your service doesn’t have one, invest in them. The future DOT(truckers union) protocols will likely have tourniquets as one of the first line options. They’ve got some handy videos that show how to apply them, but for those who haven’ t used them give you a brief example of what they are like. The only one I like better is the MAT, but it is far more expensive.
Here are pics of each:
The CAT:
And the preferred MAT, though both work on the same principle:
I Take that all back. It appears they are the same price:
MAT for sale, 35 bucks
My Reasoning for preferring the MAT is that it seems to offer more constant pressure, where the CAT is wide it still seems to constrict in a more narrow area. The MAT is also prettier…
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