I have a tale for Monday…
Your tales are always good, Bobbio. I can’t wait.
I volunteered at San Jose Pride today. Was fun, but am very tired. Will be back with more later.
It’s my Firday. And work is done. Yay!
Me too! W00T!!!111!one! I’m making tacos for dinner. I have a drinking problem, last night I thought I had four beers, but I only actually had 3.:eek:
Herbs, you could always swim nekkid.
Were you doing a version of a playoff beard, or just didn’t wanna before?
**doggio **- I wear long pants almost exclusively. Last week when we went sailing, I wore shorts and my daughter gave me grief. My husband doesn’t care one way of the other, and neither do I, so I don’t bother. But the brat wasn’t going to shut up about it, so I took care of the tendrils.
We’ve got another dog! Not ours - a visitor. He’s the critter daughter is dogsitting till next Friday. She left him here while they’re out tonight, and we convinced Scruffy that he was OK. Scruffy is still not impressed. And Tigger does *NOT *like Taz. It’s an entertaining evening.
I’m taking a knitting break, but the afghan is going great. I’m about 1/3 of the way done. It’s way too hot to be knitting a lapful.
Time to look for some wine, I think. I need some serious sleep. <yawn>
Because SpudGirl asked…
I worked an emergency half shift today, after the scheduled guy called in just after midnight, 5 hours before he was supposed to be there, saying he couldn’t make it. I was called at 0630 myself, and said I was busy in the morning (grocery run), but I could do the afternoon. The Powers That Be said OK. VWife was not amused.
I got to the station around 1130, and saw I was once again paired with Katie, a full Paramedic who usually runs day shift during the workweek. She’s a woman after my heart, too, because she’s not afraid to roll in the mud with the boys, but can also be all girl when she wants to. In the 6 months I’ve known her, she’s quickly become a partner of choice. My last two scheduled shifts have been with her, and they’ve been butt-pickers.
Well, I got on her bad side today. I walked in, sat down and started working on a pocket guide I bought last week, muttered something about butt-picker shifts, and we were paged. I hadn’t been there 10 minutes.
The call was for an assault. The patient was cut quite deeply on her right hand by a razor, in the meat between her pinkie and ring finger. There wasn’t much we could do, except clean her up a bit and dress the wound for her. She needed to see a hand surgeon, and went by private vehicle to the hospital. No word about the fate of the slasher.
While we were doing the paperwork for the assault, another page went out for an old woman on the east side of the county who had difficulty breathing. It went out as a call for a second crew, but we were about finished with the one we were on, and took it ourselves. It was a long trip getting there.
This patient was quite elderly, and has significant neurological problems from a previous cerebral aneurysm and a previous stoke. She would inhale nasal fluid, couldn’t cough it up easily, and then nearly choke as a result. We put her on oxygen and took her to Betsytown. The trip with the patient was uneventful.
After we get a patient transferred, we have a routine we go through to prepare for the next run. Clean linens on the stretcher, stock replacement, cleaning the ambulance, etc. Katie was the ranking medic, so she was doing stuff inside while I made up the stretcher, and turned my attention to the truck.
A side note. While coastal North Carolina is quite flat, the hospital has several small hills on the property, man made. The ambulance entrance is one of them…
I left the stretcher outside and behind the unit while I worked. Katie got in with some more stuff, and I decided the floor needed to be swept because of tracked in sand. We keep a small broom in the oxygen compartment, and I passed our stretcher on the way. Well coming back with the broom, the stretcher wasn’t there. 
I looked around, and there it was, rolling down the driveway headed to the access road, and gaining speed.
“OH SHIT!!!”
I took off in a full sprint after it, and never caught it on the fly. The stretcher crossed the access road, hit a curb, and went end-over-end. I set it back up, saw no damage, and headed back. Katie, in the mean time, heard me swearing, looked out at the sight of a fat old man chasing a runaway stretcher, and laughed for five minutes straight. I had to drive back because she’d think about it and lose control all over again.
After a stop at a Wendy’s for a bag o’ lunch, we were just about to cross the no man’s land of the Dismal Swamp to get back into Cottonfield County when we were paged for a call at the Mayberry [del]Warehouse For The Elderly and Chronically Ill[/del]Nursing Home. Another old lady, this one with abdominal pain and vomiting.
We loaded her in back, and started working on her. I put her on the heart monitor while Katie tried for a blood pressure. She got a very puzzled look on her face, handed me the stethoscope, and said, “Bob, you try.” This Is Not Good. I tried myself, and had a hard time maintaining a poker face as the needle fell and no sounds. I got my result and half said, half asked, “80 over 60?!?” :dubious:
She nodded her head in agreement. :eek: I dove for the IV kit, and did the fastest IV setup of my life while Katie tried for a vein. They had all collapsed from the low pressure, and no IV was possible. We now had a critical patient, and the nursing home staff had us dispatched assuming she has a virus; it was acute heart failure instead, complete with pink foam coming up from her lungs. It was another NASCAR audition getting her to Bugtussel, the nearest hospital; I ran hot all the way. Katie was sure our patient was going to code en route, but we got her there still alive and kicking. She was one sick girl, and I wish her well in every way.
We finally got back to the station at 1630, and my half shift was done at 1700. The last thing I heard as I went out the door was a harangue to keep my mouth shut about slow shifts and easy nursing home transfers. 
Yay for an Icelandic MMP from rigs! With bonus story from Bobbio (Which has arrived early, I see.) Sometimes looking forward to the MMP is the only thing that makes the thought of Monday bearable. (Even when it starts on Sunday…)
Maybe a pinched nerve, Taters? Hope it clears up fast.
Oh, I think I forgot to congratulate Spaz on the successful cat surgery.
Yay for Firday, snowbunny! Hope the storms have passed and power trouble possibilities have gone with them.
I’m home from my day of gardening adventure. Really nice garden fair this morning, then a couple of nurseries that were lots of fun.
I was very restrained and purchased only one plant (with a 5 % discount, even). And received a free plant at one of our stops (they do that for groups that visit; nice plants, too; as in more expensive than what I actually bought). Wooooot!!
Now I’m really tired. Guess I should wander into bed too.
Hugs to all…
GT
Howdy Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ here. I managed to sleep in until five thirty. Go me.
I have a new truck! It’s an ‘09 Ford Ranger, black with black/gray interior. After work yesterday I decided just for the heck of it to go to the local Ford dealer and just see. I had no intentions of buyin’ from 'em because I had seen a better deal at another dealer on line. Well, there it was. Nice truck. More expensive than it’s counterpart at the other dealer. I told ‘em that. We worked a deal and I actually got it for five hunnert less than the other dealer plus a good interest rate so I bought it. It’s a two door extended cab. I really wanted a four door extended cab but for the price and the interest rate I can deal. It has a cover over the truck bed that I dont’ want so they’re gonna take it off tomorrow when I take it in to get it detailed. Now I have to find a deal on a bedliner which should be no biggie. I traded Big Red the Blazer in on it and used the four thousand dollar “rebate” as part of the deal also.
Hee! I had called ol’ y’all know who to say I was just goin’ to look and to meet me at the house in an hour. I showed up two and a half hours later with the truck. He was not surprised. That’s how I ended up with ‘Stang. Just "goin’ to look".
BBBobbio entertainin’ as always!
It’s the start of my weekend! YAY!
Hugs, boos, yays, trouts, chitlins, noogies, how you doin’s, distribute as needed.
I dedicate this morning’s fishin’ trip to the stroke patient I was paged for at 0330 today. As we were hauling him out to the ambulance, I spotted his tackle in the corner of the living room. I promised him my catch if he recovered, and he accepted.
It was either a light full stroke or a TIA, so I doubt that he’ll be in much immediate trouble. Gotta go; the bluegills are calling…
I slept! Not as much as I’d have liked, but after crashing at 11-ish (can’t believe I was up that late!!) I made it to 4:45, when I got up for a pee, then recrashed till 5:30, rolled over and finally dragged out at 6:30 when Scruffy started barking. **FCD **got up, too, but he’s back in bed.
I’ve got the pedestal cover assembly worked out in my head, so once I’m done reading the funnies, I’ll shower and get on it. In theory, I can get it built in a couple of hours.
The cats were funny last night. After daughter came home and hauled her little charge back to his home, Taz and Ziva continued to sit on the piano for about an hour or so. They did not like Tigger at all, mostly because he insisted on chasing them. But this morning, they’re back to their usual bratty selves. What do people without pets do for aggravation??
Bobbio - you lead an interesting life. I don’t know about anyone else here, but I certainly appreciate you sacrificing your leisure time for my entertainmnet. Good luck at the ol’ fishin’ hole!
swampy, I know what you mean about “just looking” - we’ve bought more than one vehicle that way. Come October, we plan to “look” for a replacement for the Aerostar - I’m thinking 12 years and well over 200K miles means we’ve gotten our money’s worth. **FCD **wants a full-size pickup. I’m still hoping to convince him that something like a Ranger will do fine - it’ll still drag the trailer so we can get big stuff without a major hassle. This all assumes the Aerostar lasts till October and we get the finished-in-October bill paid off as planned…
Gotta take a little time today to dig out a “professional” outfit for tomorrow. I may even have to iron! :eek: Bad enough I’m going to have a gawd-awful long day meeting from 8:30 to 4:30 requiring driving to and from DC in rush hour. (I’m not driving, tho. I’ll be in the back of the van.) But I have to dress in non-jeans. NO WANT!! I am not looking forward to Monday. On the other hand, 2 weeks from Monday, I’ll be on vacation of sorts, so there’s that.
Do I caffeinate, or go back to bed? Decisions, decisions…
zooom!
What a few days! Little girl has the worst case of poison sumac I’ve ever seen (she spent one morning pouring through a botanical encyclopedia to identify the tree she’d been playing with on Tuesday). On steroids, benadryl etc and doing ok, but pretty itchy.
The boy had his graduation and it was lovely! I can’t believe he’s in High School.
We’re having picnic today for little girl’s 5th grade class- it’s been raining all weekend, but should clear up this afternoon. All we’ve been doing is cleaning and organizing. It’s been a good excuse!
Come to think of it, I do believe every vehicle I have ever purchased started off with “just lookin’” and ended up with me drivin’ a new vehicle home. I sense a pattern.
All brekkied plus purtified for churchification. Ol’ y’all know who got up to eat and then decided he needed to sleep some more. Poor thing is still all tuckered from that unplanned drive through Alabammy. Heh. Now that he’s a confirmed Whiskypalian he might as well behave like one and sleep in on Sunday.
Congrats to the boy Soapy. Here’s hopin’ the girl gets over the itchies soon.
Hope the poison sumac clears up soon for her. And congrats on the graduation. Which reminds me that my niece starts high school in the fall, too. Very weird.
I second FCM’s admiration of your service, Bobbio.
Up. Need to go out and (swampy, prepare for this) plant stuff.
Hugs…
GT
Alas, the fish mocked me hard. They were jumping hard, but not biting. :mad:
Oh well, a nap before I [del]make hay[/del]mow the yard. I’ve been up since I was paged, and it’s the day of rest, dammit.
Morning! I’m hungry. I think I’m going to go with the healthy choice for breakfast… Cream of Wheat! With chocolate chips and whipped cream, of course.
Morning Mumpers. I’m caffeinating, and getting ready to be deheathenated. Nelly is napping, and Gordie is throwing tennis balls at me.
Glad the kid is doing better, Soapy
Swampy, that’s how I buy my electronic, “just looking”.
Sorry about the fish, BBBobbio.
Morning all! I was up bright eyed and bushy tailed early this morning, had my caffeine and have done my grocery shopping. I even got a really good buy on a beef roast - yum!
Yay for Swampy’s new truck! Send healing vibes to Soapy’s poison-sumaced daughter in hope that it will clear up soon. Sorry about the fish not biting, BBBBobbio and thanks for the early story last night. My son was deheathenated this morning, Doggio - I’m afraid that my daughter and I are still heathens.
I want a long, slow Sunday today. LOL
Good morning everyone.
Thanks for sharing your tale early, Bobbio. As always, it was a good one. I third my thanks for your volunteerism.
Hope your daughter gets over the itchies soon,** Soapy. ** Congrats to your son on another milestone in his life.
Every vehicle we have ever purchased started out with “just looking”. There is no “just looking”.
I can only wear jeans on Fridays, **FCM. ** And, even then, only if I don’t have any meetings with the command.
The MMA fights were somewhat interesting. The one fight between two women was exceptionally bloody. I do believe the loser had her nose broken.
I’m trying to wake up, but I’m between the fog and the grog because of the pain.
VBob is on facebook - everybody [del]pounce[/del] befriend him!
other than that - blurf