UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today My Mom's boyfriend Mike saved some guys life. He was driving along and saw an accident. This guys skull was cracked open. Mike pushed it back together and wrapped it up. He waited with the guy for an hour or more before help arrived. The guy had On-Star, and the asshole EMT's didn't get there for an hour?!?!?!?!?! I hate living here with volunteer medical people. And if you think that sucks, you should see our hospitals and doctors. In bigger cities you don't have to wait a month to see a doctor, you see one the next day. Here, you wait forever. And you sure as hell don't have quacks in the ER in bigger cities. My Grandfather went to the fucking ER 3 fucking times before they discovered he had broken ribs. I honestly think that is what killed him. It enfuriates the hell out of me. The moral of this story kids? Get medical training...you never know when you're going to have to save a life.
P.S. Marry a boyscout.