Doin' it 4 da Shorteez!
After (nearly) a month of silence I finally remember my neglected Live Journal. To summarize what has been going on in my life for those with a short attention span: I've been working. That's it.
Now, for those who wish to read a bit more, I can delve into detail here and there.
At the airport:
Truth be told, nothing too exciting ever happens at the airport. No exploding planes, no stowaways found hiding in the bellies, nothing. Well, I guess the fact that my right foot was nearly broke is a bit exciting.
We were moving containers off of the top deck and the rollers were not working with us at all. A can got stuck halfway down the line and we all had to help to get it to start moving again. Once it did start moving, no one wanted it to stop...except me. My boot became stuck between the lock and the can the instant it started moving. I tried to pull it free, but it was caught in there pretty well, and the fact that four other people kept pulling and pushing on the canister didn't help any. In the end, my foot ended up being squashed pretty badly. My first fear was that it was broke, but after I found that there wasn't excruciating amounts of pain when I walked on it I breathed a sigh of relief and ignored the whole ordeal. My foot remained sore for a few days after the event, but now it is as good as new.
At the hospital:
There are so many interesting stories that come with this job every day and I only wish I could remember all of them.
I do remember a particular case from about a week ago though. I was transporting a woman from ER to X-ray. She was in the trauma room of the ER and I knew that meant that whatever was wrong with her, it was serious and urgent. Upon arriving there though, I was a bit confused. All I saw was a rather large woman laying on a stretcher with a neck-brace on. She was conscious, coherent and in very little pain. Normally, when people are in the trauma room, they are pretty bad off. This woman seemed to be an exception though.
As I was taking her up to x-ray, her husband/boyfriend/whatever was babbling on and on about what happened. Apparently the woman was driving a motorcycle and somehow ended up driving straight into their house. She went through three walls and a wine cabinet. After he explained the accident, he laughed and said "I wish I had recorded that with the camcorder, I would've won the $10,000 America's Funniest Home Videos prize for sure!"
"Yeah, well you'll probably need a lot more than that for all the exams, tests and procedures she's gonna have to go through. Not to mention house repairs." The guy's jaw dropped and the woman simply smiled. He was quiet for the rest of the trip.
I probably should have just kept my mouth shut and not said a word, but his arrogance pissed me off.
Now, for those who wish to read a bit more, I can delve into detail here and there.
At the airport:
Truth be told, nothing too exciting ever happens at the airport. No exploding planes, no stowaways found hiding in the bellies, nothing. Well, I guess the fact that my right foot was nearly broke is a bit exciting.
We were moving containers off of the top deck and the rollers were not working with us at all. A can got stuck halfway down the line and we all had to help to get it to start moving again. Once it did start moving, no one wanted it to stop...except me. My boot became stuck between the lock and the can the instant it started moving. I tried to pull it free, but it was caught in there pretty well, and the fact that four other people kept pulling and pushing on the canister didn't help any. In the end, my foot ended up being squashed pretty badly. My first fear was that it was broke, but after I found that there wasn't excruciating amounts of pain when I walked on it I breathed a sigh of relief and ignored the whole ordeal. My foot remained sore for a few days after the event, but now it is as good as new.
At the hospital:
There are so many interesting stories that come with this job every day and I only wish I could remember all of them.
I do remember a particular case from about a week ago though. I was transporting a woman from ER to X-ray. She was in the trauma room of the ER and I knew that meant that whatever was wrong with her, it was serious and urgent. Upon arriving there though, I was a bit confused. All I saw was a rather large woman laying on a stretcher with a neck-brace on. She was conscious, coherent and in very little pain. Normally, when people are in the trauma room, they are pretty bad off. This woman seemed to be an exception though.
As I was taking her up to x-ray, her husband/boyfriend/whatever was babbling on and on about what happened. Apparently the woman was driving a motorcycle and somehow ended up driving straight into their house. She went through three walls and a wine cabinet. After he explained the accident, he laughed and said "I wish I had recorded that with the camcorder, I would've won the $10,000 America's Funniest Home Videos prize for sure!"
"Yeah, well you'll probably need a lot more than that for all the exams, tests and procedures she's gonna have to go through. Not to mention house repairs." The guy's jaw dropped and the woman simply smiled. He was quiet for the rest of the trip.
I probably should have just kept my mouth shut and not said a word, but his arrogance pissed me off.