Tuesday, March 1, 2016
The Wheels on the Bus Must Be Broken
The suspense was palpable in the air.
Ok. What is going on out there? I am dropping followers like hotcakes, yet my unique visits and page views are way up? Is it another Blogger cleanup?
I have offended thee. This site is not for the sensitive that is for sure, but I usually pride myself on trying to be mostly nice except with political and gun control shenanigans. I have to have some vices.
But...for those of you sticking around....
I have some crazy observations to share:
While watching a middle school wrestling tournament, a young man was taken to the ground and his opponent tried to pin him. Somewhere in this ball of human pretzels an arm was broken to the condition the bone was protruding from the skin and obviously snapped off the hinges near the elbow.
Oh yeah. As an observing fan, I think I pissed my pants for the boy. It was the most excruciating thing to watch.
He was a trooper and in severe pain.
So was I. However, I was extremely concerned about the EMS response. For hundreds of parents and kids and several schools, they did not have an ambulance on standby nor EMTs on site for this large event. It was held in a big town, small city type area near Indy.
Bull to the shit. I was certain the wheels on the bus were broken and therefore they could not move fast. Either that or they had been hijacked by blue hairs.
A nurse who happened to be the boy's mother came down to the mat to aid her son.
It took almost an HOUR for the ambulance to arrive. Whiskey-tango-foxtrot. I am still mad about it. This is piss poor service to the maximum. What kind of shit is this?
I thought it was an anomaly.
Two days ago, another tournament, nearby...several kids and schools participating. This time we had a head injury.
They let the kid flop around the floor and just patted him on the arm. Are you fucking kidding me that no one in the crowd knew how to hold c-spine? As I approached to do so, someone arrived that sort of knew what they were doing. Fuck me in the ass. NO one did the A x O times whatever he was, asking him his name, event, blah blah blah.
Ambulance? Fricking took 38 minutes and ho dee doed like Eeyore to the mat and didn't look at the kid, but just stared down at the parents. It was the strangest thing.
Explaining this bull to the shit to my daughter raised eyebrows and I got the what 4's about not appreciating first responders. That isn't what I was saying. A couple sets of parents were Amening me and said the fire house and ambulance garage were just across the street.
I complained otuloud and everyone looked at me like I was nuts.
In all other parts of the woods, I have known most emergencies were 3-5 minute arrival for police and shortly thereafter for fire and ambulance.
I can't fathom this nonsense.
Don't worry. I'm packing heat so if I am going to die from lack of first responder response, I can put myself out of my misery. Good grief. Actually, as long as I never lose my senses I could do a better job myself.
I have never seen anything like this.
Do I need to pack my own pain killers, tourniquet, and backboard, too?
Is this normal? Or am I a long way from Oz?