So.
as some of your may know, or may not and will know now.
Im a Paramedic Firefighter, and i live wayyyyyyyyyyyy up in northern canada.
so i was on shift yesturday and it was a very very quiet day.
as there was nothing to do i went home and decided since it was such a nice day out i would try to finish putting siding on my new shed.
now, being a male and full of testosterone, i couldnt just have some small shed, no no.
i had purchases a shed that was the size of a small garage.
and putting siding on it was turning out to be a big job.
so i was taking time out of my buisy day at the fire station to go home and slap up more siding.
well.
there i was.
on top of the ladder (can anyone see where this is going!) and all of a sudden my foot slipped out of the wrung and i had that brief.... oh so brief molment of flying.... of really flying!!! i was looking up at the beautiful blue sky and then i hit the ground.
flat on my back.
owch.
it hurt.
it actually hurt a LOT!
so i stayed there...laying on my back in my back yard for a few minutes.
and i got to thinking.
the pain wasnt really THAT bad.
so i slowlly rolled over and got up.
and what did i do.
i put the ladder back up and went back up it and finished nailing the piece of siding i was putting up before i was so rudelly interupted by gravity!!!!
then i decided to put away all my tools, and restack all the boxes of sideing (heavy buggers) and i went back to the fire station.
about an hour later i was laying on the couch and a call came in, so i went to get up and oh MAN did my back hurt.
I was walking like i had a pole shoved up my south end!
my partner was bugging me about it, saying that i was getting old ect ect ect.
so we went to the call and let me tell ya, my back was really getting uncomfortable.
so much so that i called in another ambulance to take over for me.
it wasnt a hot call anyways.
infact the person ended up not even needing us.
so i called in and took myself off duty and asked my partner to take me home.
and of course, he had to make a big presentation of it, so we went back lights flashing and our horns a blasting.
anyways.
my wife and kids had just gotten home when i arrived and my wife (a nurse, ugghh) said that we should go and get an x-ray just to make sure that i didnt do anything funky.
so off we go to the hospital.
and of course all the nurses and docters are being smart @ss's to me cause i work with them all.
until they took the first x-ray.
then all of a sudden all the laughing stopped.
well, not all, i was still laughing.
then i looked over at the docters face and i got that feeling that i might be in a bit more trouble then i was thinking.
it turns out, i infact broke my back.
T11 compression fracture if you can belive that!
so of course they start grilling me on what all i had done since i fell.
so i tell them how i went back up on the ladder, cleaned up my tools, drove around, layed on the couch, went on a ambulance call, drove home ect ect ect.
and man, did the docter FLIP out.
now, ya have to remember where i live.
i live in a remote community in northern canada.
so its not like i can just catch a 10 minutes car ride and see a specialist.
so im sitting there (laying there actually, cause by now they got me laying on a back board and strapped into it) and im looking at my wife and 2 daughters and i can see my fear mirrored in thier eyes.
and next thing i know my coworkers are walking through the ER door.
not just one or 2.
8 of them!
both pump crews from the hall, and a flight crew.
now.
im not a big fan of flying.
and i dont make any secerets about it.
and i also dont like needles or iv's.
and i dont make any secerets about that.
so what the Doc and the emerg RN did was call for some back up, becuase it seemed it was deemed critical to my life that i be flow out to the city.
and they figured that seeing as i was big and mean looking that they might need some more big and mean looking fellas to hold me down and wrestle me into the plane.
so, after a lot of wrestling and begging (oh how i begged) i found myself strapped into the backboard mentioned above. that unit placed onto a aircraft stretcher (called a #9) and all that strapped onto a normal ambulance stratcher.
22 straps!!!!!
and 10 people bruised and bleeding limping around the ER department.
so there i was.
IV in me, lashed to a back board, being loaded into a helecopter that was gonna fly me to the nearest airport... and im using the term airport VERY loosly, cause i dont think that a few flashlights and a narrow strip of grass really can be considered a airport by any stretch of the imagination!
and now where flying.
and who is my flight paramedic.
the smallest girl ive ever seen in the world.
and not only is she small, shes a smart @ss!!!!
shes saying thing like...."wow, look at those norther lights tonight, they are so nice when your up here at 2000 ft flying"
and of course i cant see anything cause im strapped into that darn board, only thing im seeing for 2.5 hours is this BIG lever above my head that says "in case of emergancy, pull and push lever"
HOW DO YO UPULL AND PUSH A LEVER AT THE SAME TIME!!!!!
AND HOW AM I GONNA DO THIS STRAPPED INTO THIS BACKBOARD!!!!
so.
hours later.
im back in the land of the normal people.
laying on a x-ray table in the big city.
that was my last 24 hours.
looking back, it was really kinda neat.
i got to fly in a jet that was remarkably smooth, and let me tell ya, when your back is broken you feel EVERY bump!
i got to try some morphine for the first time in my life.
ive give gallons of the stuff over the years, but never had any myself.
GOOD STUFF!
i got to have a 22 year old nurse help me go to the bathroom.
now thats love of your job right there!
and if no one here has ever tryed to pee strapped onto a back board laying on your back.... oh man, its neat.
its just not a natural thing to do!
and then have some cute girl try to TALK you through it, hahahahhahaha.
anyways.
i had to share this with someone.
im bored, drugged up, and of course its 2am and no one is awake to talk too.
so im here with my mistress.... my computer.
as some of your may know, or may not and will know now.
Im a Paramedic Firefighter, and i live wayyyyyyyyyyyy up in northern canada.
so i was on shift yesturday and it was a very very quiet day.
as there was nothing to do i went home and decided since it was such a nice day out i would try to finish putting siding on my new shed.
now, being a male and full of testosterone, i couldnt just have some small shed, no no.
i had purchases a shed that was the size of a small garage.
and putting siding on it was turning out to be a big job.
so i was taking time out of my buisy day at the fire station to go home and slap up more siding.
well.
there i was.
on top of the ladder (can anyone see where this is going!) and all of a sudden my foot slipped out of the wrung and i had that brief.... oh so brief molment of flying.... of really flying!!! i was looking up at the beautiful blue sky and then i hit the ground.
flat on my back.
owch.
it hurt.
it actually hurt a LOT!
so i stayed there...laying on my back in my back yard for a few minutes.
and i got to thinking.
the pain wasnt really THAT bad.
so i slowlly rolled over and got up.
and what did i do.
i put the ladder back up and went back up it and finished nailing the piece of siding i was putting up before i was so rudelly interupted by gravity!!!!
then i decided to put away all my tools, and restack all the boxes of sideing (heavy buggers) and i went back to the fire station.
about an hour later i was laying on the couch and a call came in, so i went to get up and oh MAN did my back hurt.
I was walking like i had a pole shoved up my south end!
my partner was bugging me about it, saying that i was getting old ect ect ect.
so we went to the call and let me tell ya, my back was really getting uncomfortable.
so much so that i called in another ambulance to take over for me.
it wasnt a hot call anyways.
infact the person ended up not even needing us.
so i called in and took myself off duty and asked my partner to take me home.
and of course, he had to make a big presentation of it, so we went back lights flashing and our horns a blasting.
anyways.
my wife and kids had just gotten home when i arrived and my wife (a nurse, ugghh) said that we should go and get an x-ray just to make sure that i didnt do anything funky.
so off we go to the hospital.
and of course all the nurses and docters are being smart @ss's to me cause i work with them all.
until they took the first x-ray.
then all of a sudden all the laughing stopped.
well, not all, i was still laughing.
then i looked over at the docters face and i got that feeling that i might be in a bit more trouble then i was thinking.
it turns out, i infact broke my back.
T11 compression fracture if you can belive that!
so of course they start grilling me on what all i had done since i fell.
so i tell them how i went back up on the ladder, cleaned up my tools, drove around, layed on the couch, went on a ambulance call, drove home ect ect ect.
and man, did the docter FLIP out.
now, ya have to remember where i live.
i live in a remote community in northern canada.
so its not like i can just catch a 10 minutes car ride and see a specialist.
so im sitting there (laying there actually, cause by now they got me laying on a back board and strapped into it) and im looking at my wife and 2 daughters and i can see my fear mirrored in thier eyes.
and next thing i know my coworkers are walking through the ER door.
not just one or 2.
8 of them!
both pump crews from the hall, and a flight crew.
now.
im not a big fan of flying.
and i dont make any secerets about it.
and i also dont like needles or iv's.
and i dont make any secerets about that.
so what the Doc and the emerg RN did was call for some back up, becuase it seemed it was deemed critical to my life that i be flow out to the city.
and they figured that seeing as i was big and mean looking that they might need some more big and mean looking fellas to hold me down and wrestle me into the plane.
so, after a lot of wrestling and begging (oh how i begged) i found myself strapped into the backboard mentioned above. that unit placed onto a aircraft stretcher (called a #9) and all that strapped onto a normal ambulance stratcher.
22 straps!!!!!
and 10 people bruised and bleeding limping around the ER department.
so there i was.
IV in me, lashed to a back board, being loaded into a helecopter that was gonna fly me to the nearest airport... and im using the term airport VERY loosly, cause i dont think that a few flashlights and a narrow strip of grass really can be considered a airport by any stretch of the imagination!
and now where flying.
and who is my flight paramedic.
the smallest girl ive ever seen in the world.
and not only is she small, shes a smart @ss!!!!
shes saying thing like...."wow, look at those norther lights tonight, they are so nice when your up here at 2000 ft flying"
and of course i cant see anything cause im strapped into that darn board, only thing im seeing for 2.5 hours is this BIG lever above my head that says "in case of emergancy, pull and push lever"
HOW DO YO UPULL AND PUSH A LEVER AT THE SAME TIME!!!!!
AND HOW AM I GONNA DO THIS STRAPPED INTO THIS BACKBOARD!!!!
so.
hours later.
im back in the land of the normal people.
laying on a x-ray table in the big city.
that was my last 24 hours.
looking back, it was really kinda neat.
i got to fly in a jet that was remarkably smooth, and let me tell ya, when your back is broken you feel EVERY bump!
i got to try some morphine for the first time in my life.
ive give gallons of the stuff over the years, but never had any myself.
GOOD STUFF!
i got to have a 22 year old nurse help me go to the bathroom.
now thats love of your job right there!
and if no one here has ever tryed to pee strapped onto a back board laying on your back.... oh man, its neat.
its just not a natural thing to do!
and then have some cute girl try to TALK you through it, hahahahhahaha.
anyways.
i had to share this with someone.
im bored, drugged up, and of course its 2am and no one is awake to talk too.
so im here with my mistress.... my computer.
