You know, it's the day after Memorial day, and I just finished this, and the associated thread, which I was linked to by a friend still in emergency services, but THIS post, in particular made my blood boil.Originally Posted by ISR
4. When your husband has just gotten back from Iraq, having been blown up by an IED and suffering > 80% TBSA burns, it is not benefical to wait until he has woken up from his pharmacologically induced coma, been extubated, and come to grips with his injuries to tell him that he's too ugly to deserve her, and that he should never have bothered crawling out of the building that was shelled. Do this when your husband's CSM is visiting to personally present the soldier with a Purple Heart for his injuries, and Silver Star for going back in THREE TIMES to pull out his battle-buddies.
I started out as a Ranger, and switched to medivac medic, upon re-upping, so I saw both Desert Storm AND Bosnia, but from differing perspectives. Army marriages are tough, to begin with, and it takes a lot of work to make ANY serious relationship work, for a serviceman (or woman), and a spouse willing to put in the same work (my mother once told me that a perfect relationship is one where both partners feel they're doing 75% of the work, and don't mind it...it's worked for me and mine for 16 years now). To have someone blow a genuine hero off for "being too ugly" as a result of him being so intensely caring as to completely ignore his own safety, to get others to safety and succor...Yeah, I'd say he actually won on that one, he's got WAY more to give his partner than a woman like that could give him.
However, had I been the CSM, I might just have done enough damage to her to end that "too pretty" self-image, despite the paperwork it would have caused (no court-martial panel with half a brain would convict, under the circumstances, and at the level it would take to string a CSM up, the officers are usually pretty bright).
Now, obviously, as an Army medic, I saw some ridiculous ones (not usually the "Darwin Award" type idiocy usually on the docs' thread, but man, Army folks can get into some weird pickles while in the field, and odd injuries abound), and here's one that stands out in my mind, even now:
Picture if you will, being called in on a "hurryup" (fast evac, rather than the normal "guy's hurt in the field, should be seen in hospital, but area is unaccessible by ground, or ground evac is inadvisable, due to probability of exacerbating injury via ground transport), busting you butt to get up and out at 3 in the morning, to make a dark flight, and a touchdown in Mech Infantry country. Not much of a clearing to land in, and illuminated by the headlights (such as they are) of 12 Bradley IFVs and three Humvees.
OK, so everyone is working fairly well together, and it's pretty much like a small anthill when we start bailing to pick up our victim...what we find is a multiple injury case...and all of the injuries were self-inflicted, though accidental....
guy dropped the trim vane (a platform stretched out at an angle, while side canvas is raised, to make a Bradley "amphibious", though they float like rocks, even thus configured, usually) to full horizontal, and used knots in his field blanket, and spare cord, to create a hammock to sleep in.
Pretty good idea, actually, BUT. They run the engines in those things, at night, at intervals, to keep the electrical systems charged up so the optics and weapons systems work when needed. Poor dude is dead asleep, one of the Brads backfired when starting up.
Kid sits bolt upright, slamming his head into a heavy steel plate that he was suspended from, to begin with. Grabs head, leans to the side.
Hammock rolls, dumps him, face-first, onto the ground, breaking his nose on the (in)conveniently placed tree root, now holding nose AND forehead, stands back up...
And nails the BACK of his head against the EDGE of the trim vane HARD, goes down again, on top of the arm that's holding his hand to his nose, creating a greenstick fracture of the radius.
Huge bruise and bump on forehead already raised, BADLY bleeding rear skull, with 3" bone deep lac, and blood pouring through his fingers, down his face, and covering his shirt, from the nose...yeah, I can see why the CO's assessment was "I've a dying soldier on my hands!"...
WE weren't too sure how bad off he was, as we lifted, but got a better and better idea, as we approached base hospital, and learned the details we'd missed later from one of the PAs who took possession, upon arrival (arm fracture, HOW it happened, that there was no subcrainial, that sort of thing).
Poor guy had Murphy aiming right at him, that night. Kid was nice enough that he came by the pads, a few days later (my crew and I weren't on duty), and dropped off a case of beer, a fifth of Jack, and a fifth of Josè. Gifts like that are akin to giving someone a fist sized jewel, when you're active-duty. Also left a note telling us it was the most painful thing he'd ever done to get a 3 day bed-rest, two week's light duty.
My parents always gave me Gatorade when I was a kid, likely because Pedialyte hadn't been invented yet (yes, old poster is old). The only flavor options back then were Green and Orange. The Green was only slightly less revolting, IMO.
Does anyone else remember Gator Gum? It also came in Green and Orange, and yes, it was just as awful as it sounds.
Yup. And I wouldn't drink either, or chew either, under any circumstances.
You never see a woman say, "Hey, hold my beer and watch this!"
You don't know my family. I swear, hand to the heavens, that most of us watch the old Jeff Foxworthy routines, and perk up, and go "remember when you did that!?". Ask me about my sister, the homemade trebuchet, and the Tolt river, sometime....
Originally Posted by rmbsstock
You know, it would have been much better for everyone if she got help way before this happened. I don't blame her if she was that sick but I blame the people around her that should have done something and/ or admitted her to a psych ward. As for now, trust me its easier for her to stay psychotic and in prison rather than have to live with what she has done to her baby.
Actually, a history of MI that appears under control is something that friends and family see as a good thing. Apparently, this poor lady had appeared to be mentally stable, at the time, despite her history, until this break occurred. For a NCMH, most states require that either law enforcement, medical practicioners, or a judge declare the person an active and immediate danger to self or others. In the case of law enforcement, usually they can only cause a three day hold, then the "case" is reviewed by a judge, taking into account the information provided by providers during the "3 day stay". As for "easier to stay psychotic, and in prison"...don't bet on it. Psychosis bows in on itself, making it worse and worse for the sufferer, and it's absolutely terrifying to "be in there".
Going for a'la mode?Quote:
Originally Posted by kungfufishing
Put your penis in the half full gallon of ice cream. Continue masturbating when your family arrives home.
Hey, he took "American Pie" to another level and isn´t just a copycat. Mmmmh, is it a prequel or sequel? Or parallel? Because isn´t apple pie normally served with ice cream?
Yup...when "let there be light" was said, he was telling me to flip the switch, so he didn't trip on the dog.I am older than dirt.
Also, my currently 12 year old son was on the neighbor's trampoline (against our direct orders), being double-bounced, when he was 10. The friend double bouncing him was of significant size...like 140 pounds in 5th grade. B (my son) fell face first into the trampoline off an awkward bounce, and the friend landed right on it with both feet. *CRACK*. Snap was loud enough the neighbors heard it INSIDE THE HOUSE (they hadn't been supervising at all, and they knew our kids weren't allowed on the trampoline). Very good nurse's reaction upon entering the ER, great hustle by the doctor, in a room immediately upon arrival, into X-ray no more than 10 minutes later, being briefed on surgery 30 minutes after that. They'd hooked up the "do it yourself" morphine button for the kid immediately after getting him out of imaging (they'd pushed some before sending him in, even...like I said, they were on the ball), which he immediately pushed a half-dozen times (good thing they have a monitored cutoff), ran him through surgery, quick as a whistle. I mean we went in the doors at about 4 in the afternoon, and were bringing home a dopey, sleepy kid in a fresh cast, with newly set radius and ulna, a plate, and some pins (BAD brake of the ulna, radius was fractured close to the growth plates, but fortunately only close).
The amazing thing? Kid yelled out when it happened. That's it. From then on, he was calm (flat voiced, no expression at all), collected, co-operative. He rolled off the trampoline, cradled the arm (by the time I was outside, he was walking towards us, gray-faced, cradling one forearm VERY well with the other, but every step had to jar it, and HURT, I've had similar injuries), walked towards the house until I got to him, and picked him up baby-style, so he could hold the injured arm both with the good arm, and across his belly, hissed one short, sharp time, as I put him in the car and belted him (we're so close to the hospital that I could get him there at least 15 minutes before aid cars could arrive, go through their routine, and get him to ER), and no winces, noises, NOTHING on the drive there, despite me making fairly fast (not violent) turns.
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