For you EMT types out there...

I need an opinion...

A certain training officer organized a training that involved direct feedback from each EMT.

One patient (yours truly) and two EMTs. Longboarding is in progress.

All the other EMTs in attendance are watching the skill being performed. After the scenario, each EMT has to write down one good thing and one thing to work on for each EMT that was involved in the scenario. Names are not required.

Basically blind feedback.

Yay or nay?



All feedback is greatly appreciated. Depending upon how this goes, I may utilize this in the future for other scenarios. Hopefully they don't skin me alive and send me up the flagpole by my toes...

No one could say it better.

Thanks LawDog for posting it.

Here is the direct link as well. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG4fe9GlWS8


*Photo borrowed from Will*

Weekend Update

Friday night I was escorted by the brothers to the theatre. Will, being the rockstar that he is paid for Rick and me. Unfortunately, I think I lost more brain cells than it was worth to watch Tropical Thunder. Although you could have been misled by the many guffaws of laughter that I let out. Overall, it was pretty dumb.

Saturday I worked all day and made a record in tips. We also had the sister and her troops over for dinner. We were having a swell time until the power went out. Nothing like having a 6, 4 and 1.5 year old freaking out and trying to feel your way around the house to get to them. Thankfully, no toes were injured in this search and rescue mission. I did realize though, that I have far too many candles in my house. They were slowly collected from every room and placed in the living room. The littlest of the bunch thought it was great and continued running, well the off-balanced version of running, around the kitchen and living room. They soon left for their home with modern day ammenities and I packed a bag to shower at the station. Of course as soon as our gear and everything else that goes with it loaded into the truck, the power came back on. We headed back into the house and finished the evening watching Julia Roberts do her damndest to wreak havoc on her bestest buds nuptuals.

Sunday started late. Slept in, enjoyed each other's company and dined on french toast for breakfast. Then we headed off to the state park to take the two bigger beasts for a much-needed walk. Henri isn't good on the leash but walks perfectly without it but rules are rules and she had to remain on the leash. 15 minutes into the hike, she got the hang of it and I could let most of the leash out and she would stay put. The Lieutenant had some issues with Montana as she just wanted to run after everything her super sonic nose picked up on. Eventually she got the hang of it too and it turned out to be a nice long walk resulting in flaming thighs for Bernice. I'm thinking I need to pick up excercising again and I have an elyptical on my wish list for Christmas.

Later we had a PI that had us all scratching our heads and wondering if the patient was having some identity issues and somehow thought he was Luke Duke in the General Lee. I also recived a marriage proposal from this very same man. I felt compelled to respectfully decline. He got a ride on the whirly-bird based solely on mechanism of injury since once we finally got him extracated we barely found a scratch on him. Go figure. (The 'finally' is based on the idea that when someone is stuck in a compacted vehicle they generally want to be removed, but not this guy. He kept grabbing the vehicle as we tried to pull him out stating he was fine. A touch more than annoying, you could say.)

Sunday evening, the Lieutenant and I reinstated a tradition we started way back when he first moved to second shift. Sunday dinners home-cooked by us. After a trip to the local grocery, steaks, potatoes and asparagas were prepped and prepared and devoured. Of course the evening was much calmer with the help of a new-found friend.




I wonder if I will ever know boredom. I doubt it.

Huzzah!

The dog barking ticket has been resolved. The attorney decided to write it off and dismiss it. Thanks to the neighbor that called to complain but couldn't call the attorney back. Bottom line is, it wasn't habitual so it didn't apply. Go us.

Nothing terribly exciting going on. Had some interesting calls lately, but I just can't seem to my frustrations into words. Truth is, I just don't have the brain power. So until I come up with something of interest I will remain Boring Bernice.

Have a safe and fun weekend.

It's the little things.

Yesterday was a rough day. When I finally pulled into my driveway, I knew I only had a few minutes before I would have to leave again. I put the car in park and trudged to the mailbox. When I opened the door, there was a white little package sitting patiently for me. Puzzled, I reached in and pulled out the package, barely noticing the stack of bills that came with it. The address label caught my eye... Australia? I squealed in anticipation and delight.

My long time friend had sent me a package! I sat in my car with the door wide open and opened ripped the package open. I read the card through my blurred sight. First I pulled out a snappy new bracelet that lights up in seizure-inducing patterns. Next came the color and cuddle me turtle complete with a set of four markers. Then came the cap with AUSTRALIA across the front. Then I felt something squishy. I unwrapped it and saw that she had sent me the most magnificent bar of chocolate known to mankind, but it was MELTED! I guess it couldn't withstand the 90+ degree heat of the day. (It went in the freezer and I intend to eat the entire thing before work tonight!) The last gift that I pulled out made me all out cry. I am a big ol' sap and this just did me in. It is small but the thought that went into it is just well, so friggin awesome.



It is my very own fertility pig. Seriously, C. I love you and you are just amazing.


Now all I have to do is save up to buy that plane ticket to visit her so I can tackle her and hug her until she turns blue.