27 April 2005
While sitting at work today, trying to pass some time, I was contemplating as to what to write about and how I was going to present it.
My first choice was the "Road Code" where someone had the big one while walking down the middle of the street.
Next was the "Luxury sedan seizure" where a man was having grand mal seizures in his Cadillac in his garage.
Or, finally, there was my "New frequent flyer". A whiny guy who seems to be a hypochrondriac and demands immediate attention at the snap of a finger.
So, going through my options, I received an IM from one of my faithful with the simple request.
"What is the puke story that Donna told me to ask you about?"
Well, I am glad you asked.
For those of you who have clicked on some of the other journals that I have in the right column of my blog here, you will see one that says Behind the Headset floating in there somewhere. These are Donna's stories as told from the 9-1-1 operator point of view.
Donna, also used to be one of my partners for like 4 months while my actual partner was out on rehab for a bad back.
And let me say, it was never a dull moment...as I am about to share the "puke" story with you.
23 February 2003
Every year, the fire department that I work for has a steak fry in order to raise funds for equipment and training of the present personnel. It is one of the biggest and most successful in the county and usually sells out within a day or so of tickets going on sale.
400 plus people pour into a rented gymansium in order to dine on steak, potatoes, salad, bread,a nd other various vegetables.
Oh yeah, it is allthe beer you can drink too...included in the price.
A DJ is hired to play music and within an hour or so, it is the equivelent to being at a wedding reception, only casual clothing. Oh, and we have some gambling too.
People from all over the county come to partake in our meager little event ranging from grandma and grandpa to all the civil service personnel such as county commisioners, police, fire, 9-1-1, and so forth.
It doesn't take long for the party to come out of the players, and when that time comes, someone has to play babysitter (for lack of a better term is all, I am not stating that anyone is a baby.)
This time, I drew the short straw. Oh well, it is for a good cause.
2245 Hours (later in that evening)
The dance floor was packed to capacity with the crowd that had come to eat, drink, and be merry. Hanging out with the 9-1-1 crew, we began to do our best John Travolta's and mingle with the emergency room nurses on the hardwood. Despite being frigid cold outside, the party was cooking inside. Intensifying the effects of the beer that was provided.
Kurt, a buddy of mine from 9-1-1 who is a dispatcher, brought jello shots to the shin-dig to enhance the evenings activities.
300 jello shots.
At 2245 Hours, there were 6 left.
That is right folks, between eight people, over 280 jello shots were consumed.
Oh yeah, Kurt decided to NOT add water and double up on the alcohol.
It was a DUI in a dixie cup.
Chatting about something, I felt a tug at my shoulder and felt two hands encompass my body. I felt my center of gravity suddenly shift and my knees begin to lock in place so that I would not fall down. It was Donna, who could barely stand up. I know this because I quickly became her leaning post.
Donna presented with a smile and elation that could only be fueled by everyone's three favorite wisemen.
Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Johnny Walker.
"Are you having a good time, Donna?" Kurt and I laughed as I asked her already knowing the answer.
"Oh, I am having a wonderful time, thank you very much." she smiled and raised her glass up in the air.
Sharing in the laughter of the moment, the smile on Donna's face quickly turned to determination and business.
Something was wrong, and we all knew it. Some one would have to pitch in and help alievate the problem at hand, someone was going to have to become something that they didn't want to be.
I lost in rock, paper, sissors. Should have picked paper.
"Okay Donna, let's go." I chuckled as she grabbed my arm and I escorted her to the entrance of the facilities.
Even drunk, Donna walked with grace.
So I waited....
and waited....(You see where this is going?!)
Fifteen minutes went by. Donna never came back out. (And don't even THINK for a second that I am going after her.)
Getting a little concerned, Kurt came up to me and asked where Donna was. Pointing to the entrance of the bathroom, Kurt gave a stunned "WHAT???" look upon his face.
Now it was time to regroup and get a game plan. Was Donna okay? Had she passed out in there? Kurt wanted to do rock, paper, sissiors again. I decided against it.
Approaching us was Kim. ( You remember Kim, my old partner in crime) Kim came to say hello, we quickly recruited her for our mission. Kim accepted...then went in.
The clock is now ticking. The longer she was in there, the bigger I knew the problem was going to be.
Kim came back out. Her face was white as a ghost.
"Did you find her?" we asked?
"Um...well....yeah, but..." Kim managed to get out.
But??? Never a good word. My mind began to race thinking exactly what was going on in the eighth wonder of the world (the ladies room).
Then what Kim told us knocked me out of my stance. I know I wasn't ready for this and I know that I didn't want to hear what I had heard.
What did Kim say to us that made us drop our jaws?
Come back tomorrow and find out.
To be continued......
Rounding Third and Heading Home,