Friday, August 30, 2013

Pictures


Steve's called us because his partner of 25 years, Gary hasn't been able to get up off the bed. Gary climbed up, and fell down off of, their RV the evening before and managed to crawl that far before the pain in his hip got too much.

We showed up with stretchers and entonox tanks in tow. Unfortunately Steve and Gary's home, while neat as a pin, is poorly designed for stretchers and there's no way we can get Gary out the way we came in. But the sun is shining on us today and we realize that the huge window in the bedroom looks out onto the terrace and we might just be able to, with enough hands, get him out that way.

The fire department arrives, a truck load of strong young boys and girls eager to help us with our latest challenge. Gary is strapped to a clamshell, made as comfortable as these things get, and loaded up on the laughing gas. Two heave ho's and he's out the window. A quick wave to Steve, and a return promise to come up to the hospital as soon as the cats are in and we're off.

Later at triage, while we're all laughing at the latest train wreck the police are presenting, Gary stops giggling for a moment and says "Did anyone get a picture of me half out the window? My friends are never going to believe this!"

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

He ducked


The pager goes off at dinner time, as is almost expected now. There's been a single vehicle crash a few minutes up the highway and we're to attend. We roar down the road in a blaze of lights and sirens, scaring the bejeezus out of deer as we go.

A couple minutes later we see a firefighter directing us towards a mangled wreck of a car. At first we can barely tell which way is up, but it's resting on it's roof, every corner bashed in and all the windows broken. As we look around for a patient, we realize that not only do we not see one, but we don't see anyone tending to one either. My driver, who moonlights as the fire chief, gives a quizzical look and we're waved back to the police cruiser.

On the side of the road behind the cruiser we see Darren, pacing and having a smoke. He seems, and says he is, unhurt, so we wander to the ambulance where he tells me he'd been drinking, and must have fallen asleep at the wheel. When I ask what he remembers of the crash he says "well I saw the airbags coming, so I ducked!"

Friday, April 19, 2013

Dear crazy lady...

Dear crazy lady,

Yes you there, driving behind me on the road. Just because I'm only going the speed limit doesn't mean you need to start honking at me. Trying to pass me won't get you anywhere, there's too many cars on the road. I know there's a nice spot in front of me, but I'm leaving that on purpose, and it really wouldn't get you much further ahead if you were in it. Yes I understand that you're in a rush, but that's no reason to throw your hands in the air and shake your head at me. You see, traffic is all moving at the same speed and we're all going to get there eventually.

M'am, I've scraped too many people off the road because of drivers like you, you need to chill the frack out.

Sincerly,
Me.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

How to pick up chicks

I've apparently fallen back into my old habits of being a bad blogger. Between working at a remote industrial medical clinic and being out on the ambulance, there seems to be less and less time in my days. But I thought I should share this little tidbit of advice...

If you just flipped your fancy new car and it's pancaked on the side of a highway... you shouldn't be trying to pick up chicks.

If she just strapped you into a hard collar and you're tied down to a board... you shouldn't be trying to pick up that chick.

If you're so drunk you have to ask "did I piss myself or something"... you shouldn't be trying to pick up the chick you asked.

And after all of that, if you still insist, just remember, she's not taking your clothes off to be sexy and that radio on her hip is pretty much a direct line to the police officer who's following you, so keep your hands to yourself.

Kids, don't drink and drive.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Words

Way back when I made this post. I never did follow up on it with what 2011's word was, but it definitely was "Team".

2012 was trickier, in a lot of ways it was a roller coaster year. I hit highs and lows that I couldn't comprehend the magnitude of. The lows were devastating. I think I hurt more this year than in all the years leading up to it put together. But the highs were incredible too. The new people, the new jobs (which I never even knew existed)

So 2012's word? "Independence", because I finally found mine.

Not insignificant to this is that just before new years I finally replaced the car that died on me earlier this year (I don't think I ever wrote about that, it was horrible, I was really lucky not to get hurt). I'm now the proud owner of a brand new car! I'd never actually bought a car before (my previous one was a hand me down from my sister), so I was pretty stoked. Oh, and HydrantGirl, I finally have somewhere to put those decals! And now the dork-ness is over, goodnight!

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas!


I have some more serious posts percolating, but for now I'm tucked safe and warm in my bed and wishing the universe a merry Christmas.

Every year I tell my family "next year I probably won't make it, I'll probably have to work Christmas", and so far I've been lucky. This year I stepped off the plane from work and straight to our annual party (24 years going and never any rain!), but I'm still here.

I'm also grateful that few of my friends are working tonight. With everything that's been going on lately, and today, I'm pulling my friends and family much closer and being very protective of them. I'm quite happy knowing that my biological family is downstairs making cinnamon buns (even though it's midnight, it's just how we roll) and my 911 family are, for the most part, safe in their homes with their families. There are a few out on the road, and they're definitely in my thoughts tonight.

Stay happy and safe, and see you on the other side of Christmas!

Friday, November 23, 2012

It gets better?

This post has been a long time brewing, and I've had to censor myself a fair bit, but I had to put it out there. There's been a lot of talk in the news and social media about bullying lately. I've had a hard time keeping my opinions to myself, this is a topic that hits very close to home.

As a child and teenager, I was bullied, A LOT. There was days when I had to get my mom to pick me up from school, less than a block from my house, because I feared for my life. There was times when I felt there was no way out, and there was definitely times I was suicidal. I remember begging my parents to send me to a private school, hoping it would be better.

Now I was lucky, I was a white middle class heterosexual girl. I had parents who cared a lot about me and were very involved in my life. I was involved in extra curricular activities that I was passionate about, and enjoyed my academic classes as well. I had a fairly strong group of friends, and many adults around me who cared as well.

But it still happened, and it still devastated me. Even as an adult, I still have habits that formed as defensive mechanisms as a teenager. I recognize a lot of them, and while I can't always stop them, I am aware of them. But sometimes I still catch myself skirting the edges of crowds with my head down. My heart still races when groups of people approach me laughing, even if it has nothing to do with me.

But what's the worst thing for me is when adults tell teenagers that "It gets better". I can't speak in general, but for me, it never did. I still face bullies today. The teenagers that were bullies in high school, they're now adults who are bullies. I've faced individuals, groups and even organizations that bullied me.

Worst of all, the bullying is actually worse now. As a teenager, I was mocked mostly for my looks, the attacks were personal, but of relatively little consequence. As an adult, the very qualities that make me who I am are being brought to question. I'm being attacked for being assertive, or told that I'm not compassionate, or simply not good at what I do. Rather than attacking superficial qualities, my sense of self is being attacked.

So no, it doesn't get better. The only thing that's changed is my attitude. I don't play the victim anymore, I often speak up for myself now. Yes it's hard to be attacked at the core of your being, but the coping skills I learned as a teenager have made me a stronger adult with the confidence in myself to recognize bullies as such and to simply hold my head high and walk away. It's not always easy, but every time it makes me stronger and better able to manage next time.