If it's Monday...
Jul. 3rd, 2006 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
faithellen...there's a 50% chance I'm groggy.
I'm out on the screen porch, while Mr. The Dog is down in his newly-fenced backyard. I haven't heard his collar jingle lately, so I suspect he's curled up on the patio enjoying the cool cool concrete. Correction: Just as I typed that, I heard jingling. He doesn't quite grasp yet that he can run around all by himself, but I suspect that realization isn't far off.
I picked up some more "pods" for the coffee maker, and am enjoying a cup of raspberry truffle tea. Not bad, sez I. I'm hopeful that they'll release chai and hot chocolate pods soon.
Dana and I were joined by one of our favorite juniors last night. All was quiet until 9ish when we got dispatched to a local bar. Now when you arrive on scene, you institute a command, usually based on the name of the road. "Ambulance 522 on scene, we have Braidstone command," for instance. All subsequent radio traffic uses the command name, until you "terminate" the command on the way to the hospital ("Terminating Braidstone command, ambulance 522 en route to John Randolph Hospital priority 3"). A few weeks ago, we got to have "Super 8 command." Last night we got there just a HAIR after fire, so they got to name the command, and sadly they called it after the street. "Hooters command" would have been SO much better.
That first call was disregarded. The second call was to one of our many trailer parks (take rednecks, remove personal space, add heat and alcohol). That was a brother and sister who'd been assaulted, and was an hour of Jerry Springer-like antics -- they didn't need the hospital, so we left and on the way out were sent to a lovely old lady who was having trouble breathing. Got her to the hospital nice and smoothly, and then headed back to the (hot) squad to attempt to sleep.
Tonight we're going to visit another rescue squad to see about joining them. Our squad's continued lack of leadership or professional pride continues to dismay. Dana's takes his medic test in August, and should get his results by September. He got the highest grade ever in the history of the program -- I'm so proud of him!
I'm sure I'll think of many more things to post shortly. If anyone wanted to request a picture, I'm here all day. :)
Please be careful this holiday -- remember that people around you will not take the same care that you might. Be alert, be safe, stay hydrated, don't blow off your fingers.
I'm out on the screen porch, while Mr. The Dog is down in his newly-fenced backyard. I haven't heard his collar jingle lately, so I suspect he's curled up on the patio enjoying the cool cool concrete. Correction: Just as I typed that, I heard jingling. He doesn't quite grasp yet that he can run around all by himself, but I suspect that realization isn't far off.
I picked up some more "pods" for the coffee maker, and am enjoying a cup of raspberry truffle tea. Not bad, sez I. I'm hopeful that they'll release chai and hot chocolate pods soon.
Dana and I were joined by one of our favorite juniors last night. All was quiet until 9ish when we got dispatched to a local bar. Now when you arrive on scene, you institute a command, usually based on the name of the road. "Ambulance 522 on scene, we have Braidstone command," for instance. All subsequent radio traffic uses the command name, until you "terminate" the command on the way to the hospital ("Terminating Braidstone command, ambulance 522 en route to John Randolph Hospital priority 3"). A few weeks ago, we got to have "Super 8 command." Last night we got there just a HAIR after fire, so they got to name the command, and sadly they called it after the street. "Hooters command" would have been SO much better.
That first call was disregarded. The second call was to one of our many trailer parks (take rednecks, remove personal space, add heat and alcohol). That was a brother and sister who'd been assaulted, and was an hour of Jerry Springer-like antics -- they didn't need the hospital, so we left and on the way out were sent to a lovely old lady who was having trouble breathing. Got her to the hospital nice and smoothly, and then headed back to the (hot) squad to attempt to sleep.
Tonight we're going to visit another rescue squad to see about joining them. Our squad's continued lack of leadership or professional pride continues to dismay. Dana's takes his medic test in August, and should get his results by September. He got the highest grade ever in the history of the program -- I'm so proud of him!
I'm sure I'll think of many more things to post shortly. If anyone wanted to request a picture, I'm here all day. :)
Please be careful this holiday -- remember that people around you will not take the same care that you might. Be alert, be safe, stay hydrated, don't blow off your fingers.
