We're used to getting walk-up patients during the day, but this was a new one... funniest toneout ever, or at least it seemed like it at damn near midnight ( Read more... )

I don't know if I'm the shit-magnet around here or if it's our new Medic 2's fault, but it seems like every one of the last few shifts I've worked with the kid we've caught the messy calls ( Read more... )

Yesterday's shift, quite apart from beginning after a two-hour drive in from Killeen at 0500 after a night that involved more driving than sleeping, was the shift from hell.

The morning stretch was mostly just boring.  I had every intention of collapsing into my bunk as soon as I arrived, but somehow I found myself exhausted but wide awake, so most ( Read more... )

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1) The quote under my journal title was stolen from a MASH episode by way of a friend's t-shirt (which she in turn swiped from her husband, so we're all a merry band o' pirates 'round these parts).

2) I don't know what those birds are SUPPOSED to be in my background, but in my mind they are vultures.  It's an HRD thing.

Oops.  I fail at updating.  You can generally tell how much I've got going on, because it's roughly inversely proportional to how much I actually bother writing about it (because, y'know, if I'm busy doing stuff I have less time to write flowery prose or witty commentary).

This shift, for instance, is uncharacteristically sl*w (you never actually ( Read more... )

I guess I'm a little late in posting about the big ammonium nitrate warehouse fire in Bryan last week, but hey, I had important sleeping to do.

It was a decent-sized debacle, really, given that pretty much the entirety of Bryan and a little sliver into College Station got evacuated.  That sounds like overkill until you realize that ammonium ( Read more... )

The only thing that's happened so far this shift ( Read more... )

It's strange how memories embed themselves in a place.

I spent a *lot* of time on Galveston Island during my growing-up-in-south-Texas days.

Driving down Broadway last October, the ravages of Ike seemed surreal in contrast with those sunny childhood memories.  Mountains of debris the size of respectable buildings loomed in a couple of empty lots ( Read more... )