Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Jose Cuervo is not your friend
Happy Fucking 4th. You know, when I choose to go out to the islands to "ease back into EMS" i really wanted to ease back into it. Run a call or two a day, nap some, do a standby or six, but 10 calls in a shift, that's not what I signed up for. If I wanted to run like that I would have requested The City truck. Too be quite honest though, not one call yesterday was related to the 4th and the rednecks that celebrate it by getting drunk and blowing shit up. Nausea and vomiting was the cheif complaint of the day. Of the 10 calls 8 were n/v the other two were kids less than the age of 3 who fell off the bed. (parents, a 3 year old that falls off the bed, a head injury not makes, I fell 20 ft fron the top of a flight of stairs onto the gravel driveway below at the age of 2 1/2 and I'm fine. well fine as a paramedic can be) Kids that age bounce, really they do, it's proven. Actually I lied, one call was related to the fourth. A young man barely in his teens, learned that Jose Cuervo and JD are not his friends. Even I don't drink those together and I'm a dingbat. I guess we all need to learn only once. So by the time he reaches college, he will know, do not mix your liquors. Anyways, he made a mess of my truck by yaking corn and ETOH all over the back of my ambulance. I cleaned up up while fighting my own nausea associated with the migraine I have been fighting since Sunday. And to top it all off, I missed the fireworks I was so looking forward to.