Random Ramblings

Just because you don't care about your health

We were in Reno and had to take a cab to the hospital. The driver smelled like he smoked a whole factory of cigarettes. I looked at my partner and we shared the "Holy, sh*t! That stinks!" look. But what could we do? We didn't want to wait for 30 minutes for another cab. Bravely, I get in the cab. It smelled like the driver smoked the factory of cigarettes inside with the windows closed. I was shallow breathing the whole time because I really did not want to have an asthma attack. My eyes burned and my vision blurred. I was getting lightheaded from guppy breathing. Of course, I had to touch the seats and the seatbelts. I must have touched my face unknowingly shortly after because, adding insult to injury at the end of my shift, my right eyelid became puffy and my neck was covered in rashes from an allergic reaction. By the time I went to bed, I could barely squeeze my right eye open from the swelling. OOHHHH!!! Was I mad at smokers that night! You know, cigaretttes ARE really toxic. Just because you don't care about your health doesn't mean people like me should suffer. Yeah, maybe, you think I'm being harsh, but I really don't care much about dying from your addiction. I wondered if I should apologize if I have offended you, but then again, I'm a little offended that you don't care about my health. If I'm going to die prematurely, I'd like to do that from my own stupidity. And I’ve got a lot of stupid going on.

Okay, I'm off my soapbox. I get that way when I get sick.

Karma is a b*tch

One of our pilots ran into the propeller one day and ended with stitches on his nose. Of course, everyone had a good time about that. We have process reviews where we talk about how we can make our processes better. So, the question asked about that incident was: how do we make that better? Someone said, “uhhh, watch out?” So, me? I chuckled about it. I mean, really! How do you run into something so big? It’s a plane. It’s so big, it’s practically in your face. But it shouldn’t be in a literal manner. {giggling}

About a week ago, I hit the side of my head really hard on the wing of the airplane. I hit it so hard that it reverberated the plane and the patient was so concerned that she almost leapt out of the aircraft to come out and help me. That was mortifyingly embarrassing. My partner, the pilot, and two paramedics looked at me in puzzlement (and amazement, I think, because they were probably expecting that I should have passed out from that). Of course, I acted like that wasn’t really my head that made that cracking sound like a major league baseball bat hitting the ball. So, even with little twittering birds and stars dancing around my vision, I proceeded like this happens everyday and it’s really no big deal. I’m pretty sure the pilot checked later when I wasn’t around to make sure I didn’t dent the wing. Planes can be pretty fragile, you know.

So, lesson learned here? Do not make fun of other people because karma can be a b*tch.

Ouch! My head is still tender. I have to gingerly brush my hair on that side. It freakin’ hurts.