{February 7, 2014}   My Guardian Angel is an Alcoholic

There’s a reason the boys at work call me “Oopsie”.
Tonight I went home to make some dinner- ham, mixed veggies and some cheesy bread with freshly shredded cheese. I was rocking out to some Godsmack and cooking when I reached over to grab a spoon and caught my arm on the slicer. And it did what it’s supposed to do- it sliced- clean and deep. Si after a trip to the ER, six stitches and a dozen steri strips I’m put back together.
I will admit that I was quite pissed off until… my nurse walked in. Whoa baby! Drop-dead gorgeous and as sweet as can be. Of course I was still wearing my uniform so the ER staff automatically respected me (why don’t they treat everyone the same?). Obviously at that point I was all like, “Nah, it doesn’t hurt, it’s just a little scratch, nah I don’t any lidocaine…”. Haha.
“Pain hurts but only for a minute, life is short short so go on and live it, ’cause the chicks dig it!”.


Wrapped like a mummy.

{December 18, 2013}   Making a Comeback


I had surgery yesterday morning. Nothing major, but enough to put me out of work for awhile. I’m supposed to be in the sling for at least a week, when I see the doc on Monday. Honestly I’ll probably be out of it by tomorrow night. It’s such a pain in the ass. Especially since I’m living alone now. I’m tough though, it’s nothing I can’t handle.
Tomorrow I see the cardiologist and his team for a Stress-Echocardiogram. He’ll be pissed that I’ve been working for the past three weeks when I’m supposed to be on bed rest. I had a small setback, what they called a “cardiac event”, where I sustained left anterior ischemia (lack of oxygen to the heart, which we all know is a muscle, and muscles require oxygen or they atrophy and die. The heart doesn’t atrophy, it just stops beating). Anyway tomorrow’s test will determine whether the ischemia is reversible using medication or if I’m just fucked. Wish me luck!
There’s no possible way I’m sleeping tonight, between the pain and anxiety, and if it was a little warmer than -13°F I’d go for a drive. But it’s too damned cold so I guess I’ll be reading and having some intimate time with my heating pad (the muscles in my arm, neck and back are spasming like crazy).
I’m also going to have some hard cider and toast to Making a Comeback!

{November 15, 2013}   Setbacks

natural_heart_healthThis evening while preparing for EMS training at the Fire Station we had an in-house emergency. Unfortunately that emergency was mine. I had what the ER docs explained as a “cardiac event“, however they couldn’t tell me exactly what it was. I had what we call a syncope episode, a loss of consciousness caused by a fall in blood pressure. Basically, I blacked out and hit the floor. My own boys from the firehouse took me to the hospital. They refused to allow our transport company to take me because they insisted on staying with me and taking me themselves. I was in the ER receiving treatment for about three hours before they decided to admit me, which I refused. Lucky for me, my best friend was also in the ER for a minor medical issue and found me when she got discharged. God bless her, she came and sat with me until I was able to get discharged. I put on a tough front, but that meant a lot to me. Tomorrow morning I see a cardiologist and then follow up with my Primary Care Physician.

Now I’m sitting on my bed writing this because I’m not able to sleep. More than likely because of the Nitroglycerin they gave me. All of this comes at a terrible time… I’m stressed to the max already from things going on in my personal life and I’m super busy with work, physical therapy, the pain clinic and kids. I can’t afford a setback right now. In Reba McIntyre’s words, “I guess the world ain’t gonna stop for me broken heart”.

So I’m catching up on my TV shows- Chicago Fire, Grey’s Anatomy, Chelsea Lately and American Horror Story.

{March 4, 2013}   The Chicks Dig It!

I got the xrays done and…
Nothing’s broken! My pinky was just dislocated. The attending said the swelling was so bad he couldn’t see the dislocation. A few painful pulls and two xrays later, I’m all back together, just bruised, sore and swollen. They put a half cast on it that I’m supposed to wear for 10 days… ha! They also made me an appointment with orthopedics for Thursday because of the possibility of ligament damage, but I don’t think I’ll bother with it.
I’m a lot tougher than I look. Two days and my hand will be good as new and I’ll be back to bitching about my shoulder and back.
For now I’m working on my second espresso and getting ready for a day of shopping. On no sleep…

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“Scars heal, glory fades/ and all we’re left with are the memories made/ pain hurts, but only for a minute/ life is short so go on and live it/ ‘ cause the chicks dig it!” ~Chris Cagle (Chicks Dig It)

I’m just getting home from the hospital ER. While doing my evening boxing exercises I got tired and lost form. Tip of the YEAR: when you get fatigued while boxing a heavy bag, give it up. Don’t try for a couple more power punches. You get lazy and you break bones. Our hospital is so pathetic that they won’t have any radiology technicians in until 07:00. So I have to go back up to the ER sometime around 07:00. The attending said there’s definitely a fracture but he needs xrays to know exactly where and what kind it is. This is an awful setback. On the bright side, I can still jab with my right hand 🙂  But this pain sucks and I’m allergic to every medicine under the sun, including Ibuprofen. Once again looking on the bright side of things: the pain in my hand is so severe that it’s what we in EMS call “distracting”, meaning it’s the only pain I’m feeling. My back and shoulder injuries are nonexistent at this time. And so is sleep.
Check out the swelling!


My pinky refuses to join my other fingers in perfect alignment.

{January 20, 2013}   I’m The “Go-To”

Or at least that’s how it appears. If someone has a problem they come to me to fix it. I’m always putting band-aids on everyone’s boo-boos.

Right now I am getting ready to take one of my older sisters to our Emergency Room for an admit to the State Hospital Psych Ward. She’s an alcoholic, manic-bipolar, meth head who is also the single mother of two young children. So my week will be filled with kids and I will be missing out on a lot of work… right after I buy a new car. This whole situation reminds me of one of my first calls as an EMT. Not surprisingly it was to pick up my sister who texted her child’s father that she took all of her medications, every last pill, and she was sleepy. She happened to have both children with her. I hope she will be able to figure some things out while she’s locked up this time because those kids need a good mother and though I would do it, I don’t want to become responsible for them when CPS steps in and takes them away from her. There’s a reason I haven’t had any kids, other than I’m a lesbian, and that’s because I don’t want to be responsible for anyone but myself.

Wish me luck with this newest drama!



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