"HIC!"

Yoli

PS: It's been a long day's night. It started in a relatively normal fashion; Trip to the awfiss at 6AM. Home by 10AM or so. Lunch with Ash(leigh) and another GF. A trip to a funeral home (see my post in "Sleep-deprived...etc.)

Then, things went wrong...horribly wrong.

The casket was OPEN! This was the body of a once-lovely 18 yr-old girl who hit some parked cars at 90 MPH. OMG! We're talking a bad jigsaw puzzle here.

One of the folks told me they'd had to reattach her left ear, her left arm, and glue her entire skull back together. What was her family thinking?

So, after our visit, we left in tears, almost tossing our respective cookies in the parking lot. We decided to go and try to drown the memory of what we had just seen. Ergo...HIC!!!!!

I'm so drunk that Ash(leigh) had to hold me as I puked my guts up on the driveway here at home. That was three hours ago and I'm just now able to type. Thank Gawd I'm not scheduled to do ANYTHING, employment-wise, until I board the company plane, at Four PM tomorrow, to go take some notes in El Paso. I should be over the dry heaves and have gotten some sleep by then.

Dear Lord, PLEEZE never let me see anything, ever again, like what I saw today. I simply cannot bear it...Amen.

Guess the number of corrections I had to make in this post and win a Polaroid(TM) of my left nipple. If you guess less than twenty, you're not even close.

Yoli-

My Dad is an EMT. His stories are horrific, so I empathize. None-the-less, I would love a picture of your nipple: My Guess: 33!

TL

Ten to the twenty third. I will keep the picture close to my heart and other parts forever.

Wow. Funny thing. I don't discuss the EMT thing with my Dad very often, but he is on duty on Wednesdays, and since he is a volunteer in a small town he usually sits in the squad house and watches TV. I called to say hi. He had just returned from a "Run". (Dispatched to help some one) A guy I went to High School with was found dead in his home. 44 years old. Shame. Empty liquor bottle strewn about...

I don't want to go out that way.

The Lurker (imported) wrote: Thu Jan 31, 2008 12:41 pm Wow. Funny thing. I don't discuss the EMT thing with my Dad very often, but he is on duty on Wednesdays, and since he is a volunteer in a small town he usually sits in the squad house and watches TV. I called to say hi. He had just returned from a "Run". (Dispatched to help some one) A guy I went to High School with was found dead in his home. 44 years old. Shame. Empty liquor bottle strewn about...

I don't want to go out that way.

Probably didnt feel much. Probably not even the emotional pain he was likely drinking into submission.....

FianceeUvBigGuy (imported) wrote: Thu Jan 31, 2008 12:20 am "HIC!"

Yoli

PS: It's been a long day's night. It started in a relatively normal fashion; Trip to the awfiss at 6AM. Home by 10AM or so. Lunch with Ash(leigh) and another GF. A trip to a funeral home (see my post in "Sleep-deprived...etc.)

Then, things went wrong...horribly wrong.

The casket was OPEN! This was the body of a once-lovely 18 yr-old girl who hit some parked cars at 90 MPH. OMG! We're talking a bad jigsaw puzzle here.

One of the folks told me they'd had to reattach her left ear, her left arm, and glue her entire skull back together. What was her family thinking?

So, after our visit, we left in tears, almost tossing our respective cookies in the parking lot. We decided to go and try to drown the memory of what we had just seen. Ergo...HIC!!!!!

I'm so drunk that Ash(leigh) had to hold me as I puked my guts up on the driveway here at home. That was three hours ago and I'm just now able to type. Thank Gawd I'm not scheduled to do ANYTHING, employment-wise, until I board the company plane, at Four PM tomorrow, to go take some notes in El Paso. I should be over the dry heaves and have gotten some sleep by then.

Dear Lord, PLEEZE never let me see anything, ever again, like what I saw today. I simply cannot bear it...Amen.

Guess the number of corrections I had to make in this post and win a Polaroid(TM) of my left nipple. If you guess less than twenty, you're not even close.

Yoli, Yoli, Yoli... Dear Yoli...

I have had the profession where we get to take care of them when they are still attempting to stay alive. OR, if we are lucky, while the body is still fresh. If not, floaters and bloaters DO leave an odor that stays with you for several days...

I have tales that would put you into a two-month running drunk about car wrecks, moronrcycle wrecks, homocides, floaters, suicides, accidental shotgun wounds to the head, a policeman soon to be ex-husband shooting his 90-somthing lb wife with his service revolver 4 times, (she lived, nobody knows how, must not have been her time, I guess)... I will never forget her in the ER room, blood pressure 50 over ZIP!, begging us not to let her die because she had two children to raise. The single 21 year old who went out drinking to celebrate her 21st birthday and was drunk and picked up by this 3-time loser who shot her and threw her into a strip-pit where she was found the next day floating, she had an incredible body and a nice landing strip and a hole in her belly big enough to stick a broom handle into, she probably lived 15 minutes or so before she bled out. I have never figured out which would be worse, being shot before or after you are raped... Then there was the 15 year old, beautiful kid, who was bounced out of the back of a pick-up truck by her brother who was driving, landed on her head and died in siezures on the OR. There was also the suicide who had a nest of maggots working on him after we pulled his pants off of him in the morgue. He was found in a cabin in the Indiana woods about 1 week after he died in the middle of a gruesomely hot summer. There are more tales I could tell of what I have witnessed, and I did not have to be in the Armed Forces to see it, but that will do for now...

Yes, Dear Yoli, I am glad that I left the weekend job in the medical field. However, it has left me all of the semi-wonderful memories to cherish :shakemitk

However, thankfully, no tragedies happened to my family that did not involve natural causes, and I was kept so busy with working two jobs and getting my education while raising a family that there was no time to drink, which I had several Doctor friends example in the A.A. whose example I wished not to emulate, that I am practically a tea-totaler these days. All I had time to do was hug my kids, make love to my wife and go on to work. I DID get some vacations, though, and this helped me lots.

But this is what I recommend that YOU try instead of the bottle next time that life gets you down, O.K.?

Take my word for it, booze to that extent, no good can come from it, but remember, the sickness at the end of the drinking spree is your body adjusting to the EtOH withdrawal, and the so-called "hair of the dog that bit me" (or, another drink or two of that which made you sick, will take the sickness away...for a time...)

...but it is NOT recommended.

Seeing DEATH up close and personal is ALWAYS HARD... but we are subjected to it for a reason. A Higher Power is trying to tell us something... we should listen closely...

...My BEST to you and yours, Yoli, and my sincere hope is that YOU learn from the example to take better care of yourself and those whom you care about...

...and that goes for all of the rest of you who read this...

My Brother is a volunteer firemen and a few years ago when the "alarm" went off, he looked at it and did nothing. So we all asked if it was a fire and he said no, A CAR CRASH with entrapment and fire.

Think the worst and then just stop, because "crispy" is not a word we want to use or hear that way ever again. My brother said, let the younger ones deal with it.

I knew and worked with 9 people on USAIR Flight 427 in 1994. I knew father#1 whose son died on the plane and father#2 whose son gave his seat so the first boy could get home early.

People fell apart for a week. Grown men sat at their desks for a week in tears unable to work. I kid you not.

You're allowed one night. TO this day, I almost never talk aloud about that crash. The best you can do is go to church and pray for the parents.

A good friend of mine kept complaining of a strong odor in her garage that nothing would get rid of. So she started to clean out the garage and finally found a dead rabbit in a corner. It seems it had run in when the door was open and got stuck. My reply to her was, "so now you know what death smells like!"

Also, after the lovely firemen and paramedics leave with the body YOU get to clean up the what ever mess is left behind!!!!

Yoli,

Very sorry to hear about your experience. Things like this are so sad I just really don't know what else to say, except yes I hope you never have to have such an experience again.

Hugggs

Another day of "working" at home. Good! 'cause it's windy and chilly out there.

Thanks for all the soothing and informative responses. While this particular tragedy has horrified and saddened me there is a silver lining. You see, I'm known as "Yoli The Rocket" in my little circle because I tend to pretend I'm driving in NASCAR when I'm at the wheel, especially when I'm on the remote roads out in the ranchlands I frequent.

In my defense I can say that I am darned good at it. Three years ago I took an extensive course in high-speed driving and maneuvering, taught by some guy with an intriguing aura and French accent. I learned a lot and I may be alive today because he prepared me well for the deer-infested roads I often travel, in daylight and dark. The one thing I need most to remember is that the huge mil-spec HUMVEE I sometimes drive is NOT so agile as my own two sets of wheels or BigGuy's classic Corvette that I'm tasked with driving every two weeks while it's stored here. Suburbans, I've discovered, are not overly nimble either, nor or trucks when towing a 21' bass boat.

For the prurient: NO! I did not have secks with Guy (pronouced "Ghee", not as in "Oh, Gee! That was fun"...GHEE!) but, ever the Frenchman, he did make an attempt. All ended well...I kept my honor intact and he got to keep his ballsies He was actually quite the gentleman and surely knew how to drive AND teach.

Now, when I order a new car (soon, Yoli, soon!) I pore over the road test data in the magazines and on the 'net, checking out the "G-force" ratings and researching tire performance. I choose my rides for performance and safety rather than "kewl" or "cute". You'll never guess what I'm thinking (only thinking!) of buying. I hope common sense will prevail...ha!

Well, I'll confront the demons the recent funeral home visit awakened, defeat them, and be the better (and safer) for it. It's just so sad that, though I'd never do so, I wanted to say to her parents..."YOU could have prevented this!"

May God Bless and Keep You All,

Yoli