When I worked EMS as a volunteer with Joe so many years ago, the moral of the story was that there's really nothing you can do until people call you for help.
Yes, I helped move a 1200 pound woman. But only after she called us.
Yes, I drove a woman 90 miles to the nearest hospital to have a maggot infestation removed from her vagina. But only after she called.
And there's the urban legend (which isn't an urban legend, especially after you see it with your own two eyes) about the boyfriend that impaled himself rectally on a plunger. There wasn't much we could do, but we still helped him after he called us.
It's amazing how, until a phone is involved, there's really only so much you can do.
Every day I see more proof about how this world is really fucked up. But what can I do, Governor?
Yes, I helped move a 1200 pound woman. But only after she called us.
Yes, I drove a woman 90 miles to the nearest hospital to have a maggot infestation removed from her vagina. But only after she called.
And there's the urban legend (which isn't an urban legend, especially after you see it with your own two eyes) about the boyfriend that impaled himself rectally on a plunger. There wasn't much we could do, but we still helped him after he called us.
It's amazing how, until a phone is involved, there's really only so much you can do.
Every day I see more proof about how this world is really fucked up. But what can I do, Governor?
and this is a horrid blog by the way.