I was on a routine call last eve to pick up a 37 year
old male C/O Tachycardia and Hypertension, from an
Adult, long term care facility. My partner and I came
into the room, did an initial assessment, got a set of
vitals, received patient history from the nurse on
scene, and packaged our newest buddy for transport to
a downtown Seattle hospital.
As we were getting ready to roll out of the room with
our non-critical patient, I looked up at the TV and
found you looking down at me with a smirk on your
face, and long blonde hair cascading over your
My first thought:
John Patten has died and is now my guardian Angel
(existing only throught TV)
My second thought:
You have got to be Fu**en kidding me. (Parental
descression and censorship provided for all of you
sensitive people living in your bubble)
My third thought:
The nitro had had give my last "chest painer" must
have gotten on my hands and now I am having visual
Then I remembered the ujeni that I read about you
doing the Hollywood Squares gig. Well done.
I could only stay for a second or two, but I have to
say: If you had disagreed with Garth Brooks about the
triceritops thing, I would have to have a talk with
you, or maybe some trans-cutanious pacing without
Did you win?
What was the outcome?