My three shifts at the BBQ went off well. We were busy Friday night and busier Saturday. The nice weather helped. I took a few pictures, which I will post when I return to Austin. Thanks to a quiet Sunday morning, I am doing laundry, drinking coffee and updating this blog at the Sugar Land Holiday Inn Express.
While sitting at our first aid booth, I noticed a group of handsome young men walk by. I was sorry that I missed them, so I grabbed my camera and kept it with me just in case. Sure enough, they returned a while later and were very obliging, one of them baring a very nice chest. They asked me if I would email the photo to them. They were from Le Bare. Unfortunately, my flash was on, so they were pretty washed out. Hopefully, I can darken it before I publish.
It happens every year, numerous times. Imagine the BBQ: acres of pavement, a long hike from any parking to the main event, a crowd that is often shoulder to shoulder, loud, boisterous, booze, long lines. Now fill in the blanks. A person comes to us and says "I need a ride to my car because I can't walk anymore." My _____ (feet/back/knee/sciatic/neck) hurt/s. I had _____ (surgery/cardiac arrest/hospitalization/transplant/a baby/due date is tomorrow) ________ (yesterday/2 days ago/3 days ago/last week) and I take ________(morphine/Norco/Soma/Codiene/Welbutrin/Zoloft/
Propanolol/Cumadin/Lasix/Nitro/Albuterol/Viagra/Insulin/ - chose any five) and my ______ (cardiologist/pain management doctor/psychiatrist) says I shouldn't _______ (exert myself unduly/walk). I have had _____ (2 beers/2 drinks). Mind you, a person can barely walk through the crowd, let alone drive a cart. We like to reserve our "cart" (it holds a stretcher, backboard, oxygen, etc) for the people who fall and are unconscious and really can't walk. I can't print the language these people use when we politely tell them that we cannot give them a ride to the parking lot. All the while, I bite my tongue and don't say: "Uh... you knew you had these issues before you came out here, right?"
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2 comments:
Good post, its like "mad libs" for paramedics..
-Paul
This post is hilarious!
I hate it when my neck hurts because of the transplant I underwent 3 days ago, and my Codiene isn't working like it should. My psychiatrist won't even let me exert myself, especially when I've had 2 beers!
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