ps I called this poetry corner and used a picture, So congratulations, you just read a 100 word poem! Go out, take the rest of today and tomorrow off and just enjoy your accomplishment.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Poetry Corner
Presented without comment, my broken 3 week old Authentic American Embassy (c) key chain
ps I called this poetry corner and used a picture, So congratulations, you just read a 100 word poem! Go out, take the rest of today and tomorrow off and just enjoy your accomplishment.
ps I called this poetry corner and used a picture, So congratulations, you just read a 100 word poem! Go out, take the rest of today and tomorrow off and just enjoy your accomplishment.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Wow, sure is dusty in here...
Ok, so admittedly it has been a very very long time since I last posted. Nearly a year? Over a year? Near enough to make no difference? All three? Questions becoming annoying? Yes to everything.
So i was gonna do a big summary post to make up for all the things I missed and I still plan to, but this is not it. Something really exciting happened today and I wanted to share before I got too far behind and continued the cycle on not posting.
So I totally just got to ride on an MC-130 while pretending that my intestines were half hanging out of my body and get medivac-ed (sp?) the hell out of there. It was freaking sweet! I loved it. We flew around for about an hour, and after about 30 minutes they got me stabilized and asked if I wanted to see the flight deck, and I was like FUCK YEA I DO! I tried to go up there so fast I almost tore the IV out of my arm. That's right they gave me a real-life, no bullshit, intravenous IV* and it was great. If I had known there would be an IV involved I would have come in hung over, just to see if that famous cure really works as well as they say.
As for my injuries, they wrapped a big fake torso thing around my with a real squishy intestine curve sticking out of it. Then rubbed some raspberry jam all over it and squired it with some red food coloring from a spray bottle. I wish I had pcitures of the whole thing, but we brought some old uniforms and they for real cut and tore them the hell up to check our wounds (I had one that, luckily, I had managed to wash with the pen still in the arm and get ink all over) so as a result we left our phones back in the lab-learny place.
here's the best I got:
One of the medics started dry heaving because as he said in the debrief, when he runs out of things to do all he can think of is the motion of the plane and how it's moving and then BAM, motion sickness! They gave the three of us injured guys big plastic ziplock bags as barf-bags, which would have been a great souvenear but alas, none of us threw up.
Although I did get one thing. They did an EKG on all of us and they got back most of the sticky pad things, except the dude missed one of mine up on the left shoulder. I didn't realize it was there until I changed back into work clothes and notices a suction cup thing stuck on me.
Oh yea, one other thing, to make up for nearly totally kneeing her patient with the severed torso in the groin, while in debrief the one medic made a balloon for me.
So by far best part-going up to the flight deck and watching the C-130 cruse 340 feet above the ground. It is an amazing view from there, some of the flight deck windows let you look straight down into people's yards below you. So cool.
And by far the worst moment was when the guy applying the EKG had most of the sweat on his face land nearly in my mouth. Gross. It was pretty hot today, no surprise there, but for the patients it wasn't too bad, we just had to lay there, and then they cut the ABUs off us, so we were pretty much laying there in shorts and t-shirts. The medics had full uniforms, body armor, helmets and they had to run out, carry us across the flight line, through the engine blast (which is very hot btw), and onto the plane and then roll us around and treat our injuries. Then the plane's air conditioner went out about halfway through the treatment phase. So they were pretty miserable. Still. Gross dude. Kept my mouth tightly closed from then on.
Well this was fun. I'll try and do it more often. When I used to blog more than once a year I made it part of my routine to write something. I've had plenty of good blog ideas over the last many months, but never had a part of my day for blogging so they all kind of faded away. I'll try and add make my routine more frequent than once a year. So see you January 2013!
*that's how you know it's real
So i was gonna do a big summary post to make up for all the things I missed and I still plan to, but this is not it. Something really exciting happened today and I wanted to share before I got too far behind and continued the cycle on not posting.
So I totally just got to ride on an MC-130 while pretending that my intestines were half hanging out of my body and get medivac-ed (sp?) the hell out of there. It was freaking sweet! I loved it. We flew around for about an hour, and after about 30 minutes they got me stabilized and asked if I wanted to see the flight deck, and I was like FUCK YEA I DO! I tried to go up there so fast I almost tore the IV out of my arm. That's right they gave me a real-life, no bullshit, intravenous IV* and it was great. If I had known there would be an IV involved I would have come in hung over, just to see if that famous cure really works as well as they say.
As for my injuries, they wrapped a big fake torso thing around my with a real squishy intestine curve sticking out of it. Then rubbed some raspberry jam all over it and squired it with some red food coloring from a spray bottle. I wish I had pcitures of the whole thing, but we brought some old uniforms and they for real cut and tore them the hell up to check our wounds (I had one that, luckily, I had managed to wash with the pen still in the arm and get ink all over) so as a result we left our phones back in the lab-learny place.
here's the best I got:
One of the medics started dry heaving because as he said in the debrief, when he runs out of things to do all he can think of is the motion of the plane and how it's moving and then BAM, motion sickness! They gave the three of us injured guys big plastic ziplock bags as barf-bags, which would have been a great souvenear but alas, none of us threw up.
Although I did get one thing. They did an EKG on all of us and they got back most of the sticky pad things, except the dude missed one of mine up on the left shoulder. I didn't realize it was there until I changed back into work clothes and notices a suction cup thing stuck on me.
Oh yea, one other thing, to make up for nearly totally kneeing her patient with the severed torso in the groin, while in debrief the one medic made a balloon for me.
So by far best part-going up to the flight deck and watching the C-130 cruse 340 feet above the ground. It is an amazing view from there, some of the flight deck windows let you look straight down into people's yards below you. So cool.
And by far the worst moment was when the guy applying the EKG had most of the sweat on his face land nearly in my mouth. Gross. It was pretty hot today, no surprise there, but for the patients it wasn't too bad, we just had to lay there, and then they cut the ABUs off us, so we were pretty much laying there in shorts and t-shirts. The medics had full uniforms, body armor, helmets and they had to run out, carry us across the flight line, through the engine blast (which is very hot btw), and onto the plane and then roll us around and treat our injuries. Then the plane's air conditioner went out about halfway through the treatment phase. So they were pretty miserable. Still. Gross dude. Kept my mouth tightly closed from then on.
Well this was fun. I'll try and do it more often. When I used to blog more than once a year I made it part of my routine to write something. I've had plenty of good blog ideas over the last many months, but never had a part of my day for blogging so they all kind of faded away. I'll try and add make my routine more frequent than once a year. So see you January 2013!
*that's how you know it's real
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