Sometimes I Forget

Just how much trust is placed in me as an EMT by the people I am taking care of. With so many routine calls with sick people it is easy to forget. I was reminded of that trust with a recent car accident. The victim was a very attractive 20 year old female college student. There she was, alone in the back of the ambulance with two male complete strangers, my partner and myself, while we cut her clothes off and stripped her naked for examination and treatment. We were completely professional and told her everything we did and were going to do. We covered her for modesty and warmth and only pulled back covering when necessary. She was cooperative and as relaxed as could be expected for the situation. In the most vulnerable position a person could possibly be in, she placed her absloute trust in us to do nothing but take proper care of her. At one point I noticed her shivering and asked if she was warm enough. She said she was, it was just the stress and magnitude of the situation catching up with her. After assisting, I exited the ambulance and they headed for  the paramedic intercept. I was on the rescue truck and got back to getting it back in service and in quarters.

It was later in quarters I was reflecting on the call I realized that trust. Of course, I always treat such vulnerable patients the way I would want my wife, daughter, parents, or grandparents treated. Oh, we may groan about getting toned out for a call at inopportune times, but as soon as we arrive on scene, the grumpiness gets switched off and the charming helpful EMT persona gets turned on. Yes, even for those frequent flyers, or someone being forcibly transported for a mental health issue that are, shall we say, less than cooperative or are just plain angry.

How Did This Happen?

I thought after the deaths of 11 concert goers on December 3, 1979 at the Who concert in Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati, these type of general admission events were gone forever? Apparently not, seeing what happened this weekend in Houston. I was a senior in high school when that happened and remember how horrified everyone was. The incidents of crashing the barriers to get in just before the concert should have been a final warning as to what was going to happen.

It is said if you don't learn from history you are doomed to repeat it.

That's Right, I Said It!

If this federal vaccine mandate enforcement goes sideways....

Make their body armor ineffective and deny the tyrants an open casket funeral by shooting them in the fucking face. Repeat as necessary.

"We're here to jab your non-compliant employees, or collect the $14,000 per instance fine. Thank you for your cooperation."

After reading more and more about the J6 detainees and their abysmal treatment and conditions, I am committed to not being taken alive. I just hope I can take a few goons with me. If everyone can do this, they will run out of goons before we run out of Patriots.

QOTD - What Happens When...

Q: What happens when you set the coffee maker to brew a 14 ounce cup, and forget to stick your stainless steel commuter mug under the dispenser?

A: You are late for work and hope that is not an indicator of how the rest of the day will go.

A Couple Of Items

First, another update on the traffic to my blog. On my previous effort, I had 83K total views in 5 1/2 years, of which about 16K were due to bots skewing the stats. There were very few comments to my posts. Here on 75 Million Pissed Off Patriots, I recently surpassed the 100K mark (it happened in the past couple of days) since my first post in February with only minor bot activity early on. I think having the Google "sensitive content" warning acts as a gate keeper to keep the bots at bay. Not only that, the comment activity shows a higher level of reader participation here. As I've said before, I mostly write this for me to be able to vent and to keep my writing skills sharp. The fact that you folks out there on the interwebs bother to read what I write never ceases to amaze me. I thank you.

Second... OMG! what is with some people? Earlier today, I saw a guy walking on the shoulder of a 2 lane state road in a sparsely populated and wooded area. Driving by inside a closed vehicle at 40 MPH, I was the closest living thing to him. Yet, there he was, a sheeple in full compliance of no existing face diaper mandates, wearing his obligatory Mask Of Oppression. Oh so obedient and conditioned like a good little automaton. I so wanted to pull over, get out, and just beat some fucking sense into him. But... doing that kind of thing is only done in my head and at least that gives me some satisfaction without a visit from the po-po.