I did some tour 2/day tour overtime today, mostly because I have $0.83 to my name for the next 7 days and I’d like to not have that happen again. So after I got over the initial urge to hiss at the giant ball of fire in the sky, and the smoke stopped rolling off my skin as the sunlight touched it, it wound up being an agreeable tour with an agreeable partner.
But we did have a patient who’s address alone made her go “oh not him again,” not because this gentleman was disagreeable but because he was huge. And not huge-for-a-90-something-year-old, just plain goddamn huge. There aren’t too many 200+ lb people over the age of 80 for a reason, but damn this dude apparently ate his way around natural selection.
So we walk in, the family goes: “They sent two girls?”
To which I reply: “They sent two girls to do the thinking, we have six boys coming to do the hauling.”
The way some engine companies get all fucking twisted over lift assists makes you wonder if theyve forgotten they get paid a stipend to assist on our jobs now. Tell you what, put 6 bls girls on a bus and pay us time and a half to go help cpr and lift pts and you won’t hear a peep out of us — I guarentee it.