Thursday, August 18, 2011

The 10 (+) Rules of EMS

1. Skin signs tell all.
2. Sick people don't whine.
3. Air goes in and out, blood goes round and round, any variation on this is a bad thing.
4. Newbies have there own way of doing things.
5. The more equipment you see on a EMTs belt, the newer they are.
6. There is no rule 6.
7. When dealing with patients, supervisors, or citizens, if it felt good saying it, it was the wrong thing to say.
8. All bleeding stops....eventually.
9. All people will eventually die, no matter what you do.
10. If the child is quiet, be scared.

(And A few more)
11. Always follow the rules, but be wise enough to forget them sometimes.
12. If the patient vomits in the rig try to hold thier head to the side of the rig with the disposable equipment, not the stuff you have to clean.
13. If someone dies by chemical hazards, electrical shocks or other on-scene dangers it should be the patient, not you.
14. Any EMT, FF, LEO and/or scene chief who is more drunk (or more stupid)
than the patient is the real problem.
15. There will be problems.
16. You can't cure stupid.
17. If it's wet and sticky and not yours, LEAVE IT ALONE!
18. If at all possible, avoid any edible item that firefighters prepare, especially the tuna casserole.
19. Heaven protects Fools and Drunks.
20.
EMS
is extended periods of intense boredom, interrupted by occasional moments of sheer terror.
21. Every Emergency has three phases PANIC, FEAR, AND REMORSE.
22. You are bound to get a call either during dinner, while you are on the can, or at
02:00
in the middle of a great dream.
23. Rocket scientists that get into stupid car crashes are the first ones to complain how bumpy the ambulance ride is.
24. The severity of the injury(s) is directly proportional to the difficulty in accessing, as well as the weight, of the patient.
25. Turret mounted machine guns usually work better than lights and sirens.
26. Make sure the rookie EMT knows that a med patch is a radio term, and not a medicated bandage.
27. Paramedics save lives; But it's EMT skills that save Paramedics.
28. When a patient vomits outside, be sure to aim it at the citizens who wouldn't back up.
29. Never trust your rig, drug box, or airway bag to be
fully stocked. In spite of the assurances of the offgoing crew.
30. If you don't have it, don't give up, Adapt, Improvise, Overcome, (then call for a second unit).
31. There is no such thing as a "textbook case"
32. Newbies always look for large things in the smallest compartments and vice versa.
33. There is no such thing as a bad call. Only calls that didn't go the way you planned.
36. If there are no drunks at an MVA after
midnight
, keep looking, some one is missing.
37. Just cause your paranoid does not mean the Supervisor isn't around the corner.
38. Remember what MICN stands for, "May I interrupt your Call Now?".
39. Just because someone's license date is before yours does not mean they know what they are doing.

Mortality in a Box

A box
Abandoned within the shadows
Desolate and alone Far from reality
Open with lust and anticipation
Slowly crawling into view
Adding layer to layer as it moves
Soon in your face
Taunting and closing
Taped up only to be opened
By loved ones
A forgotten memory
An after thought of self worth
Sitting in a basement or attic
Adding layer to layer
Of dust
Mortality in a box

Henry the Mild Mannered Janitor............

The facade of humanity, and compassion slowly crumbles
Gone are the days of social assimilation
Slowly growing backwards toward the Alpha
And rejecting the Omega
No longer a lamb
But a thorn
Festering in the herd
Old Demons tugging
Whispering
Prodding
To embrace the old ways
And Why not
Simplicity was bliss
And things were right in the world
Happiness was abundant and endless
Waves of euphoria and amnesia mixed with pain
Pleasing pain of nothingness
Falling into that hole endlessly
Smiling and dancing away the world
A true Beaner in perfection
Growing into a Myth
A Legend
But never a Man
One more
Just one more
Maybe Two
Educating others
And forming a New World
Reliving the old with the knowledge of hindsight
Will others follow
Or will the clear beaten path be re-walked alone
Either way
The Cat WILL PLAY

Alone

Alone
Purposely walled off from those I love
Pretentiously reaching out to those I love
Alone
Reaching out I lash instead
Driving back any headway needed
Alone
Walled off once again oblivion calls
I hear the voice mail
Pondering on whether to call back or erase the message
Alone
Insanity sets in and I reach out once again
Alone
And again I lash out driving any headway needed
Alone
Oblivion's sweet voice is heard again
and I ponder
Alone
But hesitate this time
Alone

ADAPC Rhyme

Constantly streaming through life
No destination n sight
This jet lag is killing me
So tired I can't even see.......... straight
Are these images real
My brain is so numb
I can't even feel
All these things flowing through my head
If I'm not careful
Soon I may be dead
But the adrenaline has now taken hold
And my body embraces it like a fiend of old
Life explodes all around me
Engulfing my body in an aura of chi
Drowning in a backwash of sinful art
I sink to the ocean's ugly dark
The pressure's so thick it's crushing my heart
Unable to move the shadows have overcome
My senses are now clogged and shutting down
The emptiness has won its prize
Now as I lay motionless and weak
The fight has left and my soul is tattered
As I await my final moment of life
Decisions being made and foreseeing strife
I relax and enjoy my release
Rising above and awarded a new lease  

Eh

Circling the drain of society
Suffocating in the hairball of life
Fighting to tread in the undertow
Only to be skinned alive strafing the drain
Closing the hairball slipped over my neck
Blackness eases my pain
Temporarily
Visions of my four most beautiful moments
Shatter my heart
And twist my soul
Turning into my worst nightmares
Knowing never will they be shared again
Amongst those who lived them with me

Nameless

Desolution and Deprivation
The unwanted keys to my serenity
Walling off all senses for enigmatic tranquility
Denying life to "fit" in others' lives
Serving "the forbbiden fruit" in a buffet
Of shallow and callous swaller
Wallowing in crucifixtion
And ressurrections
Bleeding sweet tears into saucers
Lapped up by quasi pariahs
Pronged tongues savoring nectar's innocents
Spewing their purity and morals
Viewing askew souls forever
Doubting all  

Beetle Paddle Battle

I do not know where to begin

Swimming through this unilateral haze I'm in

I cannot seem to think or see straight

As this world begins to masturbate

Spawning sinners who are saints

And the unimaginative who paint

Seas of life and lands devoid

Of the chosen who cannot be toyed

With the sheep shrouded in ignorance

But still this haze has me on the fence

I write this, but you cannot read

You do not understand the word "need"

You confuse it with a fleeting want

And when it is gone you are nonchalant

Needing is physical not abstract

Hitting you with great force and impact

So in short I will say

I am tired and will not come out and play

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Just starting

I figure I should write something until I figure out some (PC) issues. So here's to starting this online rambling.