Desert Sand Mica

Whatever, just crash it Bob...


I'm here, don't panic.

Tiiiiired. Got home and ate some foodie, then went to bed for the next 6 hours. Now it's time to get ready for school. Aagghh....

I now totally know what firemen mean when they describe their jobs as 6 hours of sheer boredom followed by 15 minutes of insanity. There was a few interesting patients here and there, but after about 3am it was deadsville. We had a motorcycle crash where the guy nearly severed his "boys", an attempted suicide by OD which was nutso. This guy took approximately 20-25 pills, two different anti-depressants and he was whacked out. It took about 10 of us to hold him down till some sedatives took effect. He was bleeding really bad from his nose, not sure why but that complicated things. Then of course after they gave him some charcoal to counteract the effects of the pills he was a puking maniac. Whee!

A few other minor things, but nothing earth shattering.

Mostly I'm just tired, tired, tired. Mark's being a dear and bringing me frequent refills of coffee, and generally keeping me encouraged - and awake.

Gonna go have a nice bath and head north for class.


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