Blurf.
Swampy imbibing? I’m shocked. SHOCKED!
Hello, Rosie. I don’t remember what I did during my teen years. Advancing old age, ya know.
Special 1 and all the other crazy Jews: I read that Purim link, and saw the picture of the noisemaker with the caption saying that it’s used whenever Haman’s name is mentioned during the reading of the Megilla. I may have to convert, cuz any religion that uses gorilla comics as historic material is cool in my book… 
For the way out furriners who would not get the cultural reference, there used to be a cartoon character named Magilla The Gorilla.
The Vast Conspiracy To Piss Me Off has ended it’s 3 month cease-fire, and has had me under bombardment for the last 48 hours. It started with another night of butt-picking at the rescue station.
I declared my intent to go fishing yesterday when I got off duty, and of course went. A week of heavy rain has flushed out the swamps; my favorite fishin’ hole is downstream from one, and the pond scum was so thick you could walk on it.
I just sat down after finding a hole to drop my bobber into, when a rescue page was made for 2 patients at the Mayberry [del]Warehouse for the Elderly and the Chronically Ill[/del] Nursing Home, both with difficulty breathing. Uh oh, said I, there’s going to be a second page, and I started picking up my tackle and breakfast. Sho 'nuff, it came, and I went because I was about a mile away.
My guy was tripoding (sitting hunched over, a sign of severe distress), and had ankles as big as my thighs, so he was having congestive heart failure. The other guy was in the end stages of COPD. Yeah, breathing difficulties. The incompetent twats did not have either one on oxygen, despite written orders for both. :smack: :mad:
Hauled them off to Bugtussel. I got home from that, and VWife wants to go eat in Bugtussel. :grumble: OK, so we went, I got my last $40 out of the bank to buy our meal, and have pocket money for the week. After breakfast, she wanted me to take her to Wally*World, and she demands the last 20 I had to buy pillows. Didn’t matter to her that I was now broke for the entire week. :mad: :mad: :mad:
After that [del]reaming[/del] fiasco, I mowed the yard and took the trash to the dump. Coming back, I’m 2 miles from home, and another rescue page went out for a code in the southwest part of the county. I tore home in the truck, got out and ran inside to get my stuff, and she’s demanding to know what the rush was. “A f*cking CPR call! Get the HELL out of my way!” and off I went.
I’m about halfway there, and there’s a second page, for an allergic reaction to a hornet sting. Then the dispatcher said the CPR patient came around and was talking. 
Shit like that only happens in the movies… Well, the regular crew, who I was running to assist, diverted me to the allergy call, which was near the VA line. Great, a long response.
I turned around, and no one else had called for the second page. I went out of the way to get a truck and went to the scene, Just as I got to the station, my buddy Eddie called in. A moment of happiness, because he’s good people.
The patient was mowing the yard, and got into an underground nest of hornets. I lost count at 18 stings, to the back of his head and neck, and both arms. He had a bad case of hives going, but he did not have any airway compromise. He also had a low blood pressure and bad oxygen level. He got a shot of Benadryl, then started complaining of chest pain. His blood pressure had come up a little bit, and his oxygen level had responded also. He got a shot of epinephrine, even though he did not have a swollen airway. Back to Bugtussel a 3rd time for me.
After we turned him over in the ER, the doctor confirmed to us our patient has a history of panic attacks, which we has suspected but did not know for certain.
Waht else? well, we have a 3rd Boxer at the moment, with 3 puppies that are now 6 days old. She is severely malnourished, is hostile to Loki and Freya because of the puppies, and has severe diarrhea. I’ve had to shampoo carpet 3 times this weekend.
And one of the cats coesn’t like the new dog living in the pantry where the litterboxen used to be, so she’s using Inner Manland as her personal litterbox. If I catch her one more time, I’ll turn her into a pair of black furry mittens.
:mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:
The bright spot? In a development almost as fast as the development of TS Claudette, we went from nothing to having plane reservations this Thursday for VunderKind to come visit for a long weekend. :):):):):):):):):)
(Purim almost always falls in March. Maybe occasionally in late February)
