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BY SCARING YOU WITLESS.

Tell me if this ever worked for you.

It worked DAMN well when I was in 4th grade and they used pictures and data culled from England to 'educate' us about LSD, pot and barbituates.

Uh. Like, dead bodies. I was oh - about 8 or 9. (BTW, withdrawl from barbituates? Those days, you frothed at the mouth and nose and died. Period. Full stop.)

I got so scared about anything getting in my stuff I ended up on the couch over it. Because 'tee hee' they could put LSD into ANYTHING and you'd never know. Well, and they did too. Ask [livejournal.com profile] n6vfp, you don't believe me.

Taking anything for recreational purposes just never sat right with me. I'm just at the point these days when I'll drink something to the point of feeling the effect - no, never had a hangover, not once. Ever.

So when this little video crossed my path this AM, I watched - was impressed - and decided to pass it on.

A new British PSA attempting to discourage teenagers from texting while driving is actually a four-minute, 15-second journey into YouTube hell. If the graphic, slo-mo head-on collision doesn’t have you covering your bleary eyes in horror, then perhaps the followup, side-impact crash will accomplish that task.

Oh, it's well done. Keep in mind my background working in hospitals - me, family and yeah.

And I'm reminded I need to update our kits in the cars.

EDIT: I'm tempted to tell you about one big boner as far as actual effect is concerned - [livejournal.com profile] dedoc would pick it up in a red hot second - then my self-restraint kicked in. No, you don't need to know what that actually would look like - it would break your heart - and I shouldn't know this much about it.)

EDIT EDIT: HAHA. 1:20, there's [livejournal.com profile] unclejimbo.
kyburg: (smack)
BY SCARING YOU WITLESS.

Tell me if this ever worked for you.

It worked DAMN well when I was in 4th grade and they used pictures and data culled from England to 'educate' us about LSD, pot and barbituates.

Uh. Like, dead bodies. I was oh - about 8 or 9. (BTW, withdrawl from barbituates? Those days, you frothed at the mouth and nose and died. Period. Full stop.)

I got so scared about anything getting in my stuff I ended up on the couch over it. Because 'tee hee' they could put LSD into ANYTHING and you'd never know. Well, and they did too. Ask [livejournal.com profile] n6vfp, you don't believe me.

Taking anything for recreational purposes just never sat right with me. I'm just at the point these days when I'll drink something to the point of feeling the effect - no, never had a hangover, not once. Ever.

So when this little video crossed my path this AM, I watched - was impressed - and decided to pass it on.

A new British PSA attempting to discourage teenagers from texting while driving is actually a four-minute, 15-second journey into YouTube hell. If the graphic, slo-mo head-on collision doesn’t have you covering your bleary eyes in horror, then perhaps the followup, side-impact crash will accomplish that task.

Oh, it's well done. Keep in mind my background working in hospitals - me, family and yeah.

And I'm reminded I need to update our kits in the cars.

EDIT: I'm tempted to tell you about one big boner as far as actual effect is concerned - [livejournal.com profile] dedoc would pick it up in a red hot second - then my self-restraint kicked in. No, you don't need to know what that actually would look like - it would break your heart - and I shouldn't know this much about it.)

EDIT EDIT: HAHA. 1:20, there's [livejournal.com profile] unclejimbo.
kyburg: (smack)
BY SCARING YOU WITLESS.

Tell me if this ever worked for you.

It worked DAMN well when I was in 4th grade and they used pictures and data culled from England to 'educate' us about LSD, pot and barbituates.

Uh. Like, dead bodies. I was oh - about 8 or 9. (BTW, withdrawl from barbituates? Those days, you frothed at the mouth and nose and died. Period. Full stop.)

I got so scared about anything getting in my stuff I ended up on the couch over it. Because 'tee hee' they could put LSD into ANYTHING and you'd never know. Well, and they did too. Ask [livejournal.com profile] n6vfp, you don't believe me.

Taking anything for recreational purposes just never sat right with me. I'm just at the point these days when I'll drink something to the point of feeling the effect - no, never had a hangover, not once. Ever.

So when this little video crossed my path this AM, I watched - was impressed - and decided to pass it on.

A new British PSA attempting to discourage teenagers from texting while driving is actually a four-minute, 15-second journey into YouTube hell. If the graphic, slo-mo head-on collision doesn’t have you covering your bleary eyes in horror, then perhaps the followup, side-impact crash will accomplish that task.

Oh, it's well done. Keep in mind my background working in hospitals - me, family and yeah.

And I'm reminded I need to update our kits in the cars.

EDIT: I'm tempted to tell you about one big boner as far as actual effect is concerned - [livejournal.com profile] dedoc would pick it up in a red hot second - then my self-restraint kicked in. No, you don't need to know what that actually would look like - it would break your heart - and I shouldn't know this much about it.)

EDIT EDIT: HAHA. 1:20, there's [livejournal.com profile] unclejimbo.
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Stole icon from [livejournal.com profile] shadesong. Nothing else appropriate.

First off, we're back from Day One of Nisei Week/Tofu Festival. Tofu Festival in dire need of retooling due to losing their site to a new condo complex (they used to use a beeeg parking lot - it's homes now), and there was no seating to speak of to eat your goodies at. That could easily be fixed with a little planning - other than that, swag swag swag and so on.

We finished the morning over at the JANM, sitting in the wonderful A/C on the bench next to a very temperamental elevator. It didn't want to go up, it didn't go down on command - and we watched a mother with a young boy go in, hit the appropriate buttons and the saw the doors close.

I kinda kept an ear open, because I expected the elevator to redeposit them right back where they started - and sure enough, I heard them come back up....

Except the doors open, and Mom had the kid in her arms, running toward the back of the floor where the bathrooms were. Kid is in full hollering, scared-crying.

Except she didn't hit the bathrooms. She ran into the front hall where they were holding a children's arts and crafts event, asking for first aid.

I know this, because I ran after her. Something about the urgency twigged me.

Uh, I now know where the first aid room is at the museum.

The kid had caught a finger in the elevator. While it was in motion. And it bled like a stuck pig - both of them were completely freaked out.

I am so SO glad I've got my CERT training.

The only thing I wish I'd had were gloves. Yes, there was a Zee Medical kit on the wall. No, there were no gloves.

Sat them both down, and just got to work. Pressure on the wound (BIG avulsion to the fourth finger on the right hand), and started talking them down. Both of them. Poor Mom was easily as freaked out as kid - I just started in with "scary part is over. Let me see."

Okay, saw. Put pressure right back on and sent the museum staff for my husband and demanded a 911 call. By the time he got there, kid was almost calmed down - Jim walks in, and the magic happens. Why yes - he stopped crying. Not another peep out of him. He's called Lucas, and he's two and a half years old. I tell the museum staff I want a 911 call - and then I settle in to wait for someone with a few more watts in the pot to come relieve me. (Yes, I asked for that call twice. I made sure it was placed.)

We move off the rag Mom began with to paper towels to 3 x 3s out of the Zee kit. Jim does sleight of hand with a quarter, including making it come out his nose - THAT was teh cool for Lucas. He never stopped talking about it, including giggles.

Jim wets down some paper towels and cleans all of us up. Once the blood is gone, this isn't so scary and Lucas wants to see his hand - that was as much trouble as he was to me.

Of course, I'm thinking about what two or more paramedics are going to do about freaking this kid out when they get there. So, we give him fair warning - and he was totally cool when three of the beefiest burritos of manhood show up. I'm able to give them a quick rundown of the issue, and then let them take over.

They allow her to take the kid to his own doctor, at his own ER, back in his own town and all was well.

Washed my hands well and split.

Met up with [livejournal.com profile] redqueenofevil and her fella out front of the museum, we introduced them to Curry House and other parts of Little Tokyo and came home. Jim has work tomorrow as it is - and we are fried. It was HOT today (it always is, Nisei Week is in August, go figure), and while we managed to stay hydrated - it was very, very hard to stay cool enough to be comfortable.

Washed my hands again when I got home and checking my shorts? Yeah, he tagged me. So, into the wash with them as well.

Me, getting shower now.

I think I did good. I'll have to call my CERT instructors and let them be proud.

(BTW. Nothing has changed. Fireman are still the sexiest thing on two legs Just saying.)
kyburg: (blog this)
Stole icon from [livejournal.com profile] shadesong. Nothing else appropriate.

First off, we're back from Day One of Nisei Week/Tofu Festival. Tofu Festival in dire need of retooling due to losing their site to a new condo complex (they used to use a beeeg parking lot - it's homes now), and there was no seating to speak of to eat your goodies at. That could easily be fixed with a little planning - other than that, swag swag swag and so on.

We finished the morning over at the JANM, sitting in the wonderful A/C on the bench next to a very temperamental elevator. It didn't want to go up, it didn't go down on command - and we watched a mother with a young boy go in, hit the appropriate buttons and the saw the doors close.

I kinda kept an ear open, because I expected the elevator to redeposit them right back where they started - and sure enough, I heard them come back up....

Except the doors open, and Mom had the kid in her arms, running toward the back of the floor where the bathrooms were. Kid is in full hollering, scared-crying.

Except she didn't hit the bathrooms. She ran into the front hall where they were holding a children's arts and crafts event, asking for first aid.

I know this, because I ran after her. Something about the urgency twigged me.

Uh, I now know where the first aid room is at the museum.

The kid had caught a finger in the elevator. While it was in motion. And it bled like a stuck pig - both of them were completely freaked out.

I am so SO glad I've got my CERT training.

The only thing I wish I'd had were gloves. Yes, there was a Zee Medical kit on the wall. No, there were no gloves.

Sat them both down, and just got to work. Pressure on the wound (BIG avulsion to the fourth finger on the right hand), and started talking them down. Both of them. Poor Mom was easily as freaked out as kid - I just started in with "scary part is over. Let me see."

Okay, saw. Put pressure right back on and sent the museum staff for my husband and demanded a 911 call. By the time he got there, kid was almost calmed down - Jim walks in, and the magic happens. Why yes - he stopped crying. Not another peep out of him. He's called Lucas, and he's two and a half years old. I tell the museum staff I want a 911 call - and then I settle in to wait for someone with a few more watts in the pot to come relieve me. (Yes, I asked for that call twice. I made sure it was placed.)

We move off the rag Mom began with to paper towels to 3 x 3s out of the Zee kit. Jim does sleight of hand with a quarter, including making it come out his nose - THAT was teh cool for Lucas. He never stopped talking about it, including giggles.

Jim wets down some paper towels and cleans all of us up. Once the blood is gone, this isn't so scary and Lucas wants to see his hand - that was as much trouble as he was to me.

Of course, I'm thinking about what two or more paramedics are going to do about freaking this kid out when they get there. So, we give him fair warning - and he was totally cool when three of the beefiest burritos of manhood show up. I'm able to give them a quick rundown of the issue, and then let them take over.

They allow her to take the kid to his own doctor, at his own ER, back in his own town and all was well.

Washed my hands well and split.

Met up with [livejournal.com profile] redqueenofevil and her fella out front of the museum, we introduced them to Curry House and other parts of Little Tokyo and came home. Jim has work tomorrow as it is - and we are fried. It was HOT today (it always is, Nisei Week is in August, go figure), and while we managed to stay hydrated - it was very, very hard to stay cool enough to be comfortable.

Washed my hands again when I got home and checking my shorts? Yeah, he tagged me. So, into the wash with them as well.

Me, getting shower now.

I think I did good. I'll have to call my CERT instructors and let them be proud.

(BTW. Nothing has changed. Fireman are still the sexiest thing on two legs Just saying.)
kyburg: (blog this)
Stole icon from [livejournal.com profile] shadesong. Nothing else appropriate.

First off, we're back from Day One of Nisei Week/Tofu Festival. Tofu Festival in dire need of retooling due to losing their site to a new condo complex (they used to use a beeeg parking lot - it's homes now), and there was no seating to speak of to eat your goodies at. That could easily be fixed with a little planning - other than that, swag swag swag and so on.

We finished the morning over at the JANM, sitting in the wonderful A/C on the bench next to a very temperamental elevator. It didn't want to go up, it didn't go down on command - and we watched a mother with a young boy go in, hit the appropriate buttons and the saw the doors close.

I kinda kept an ear open, because I expected the elevator to redeposit them right back where they started - and sure enough, I heard them come back up....

Except the doors open, and Mom had the kid in her arms, running toward the back of the floor where the bathrooms were. Kid is in full hollering, scared-crying.

Except she didn't hit the bathrooms. She ran into the front hall where they were holding a children's arts and crafts event, asking for first aid.

I know this, because I ran after her. Something about the urgency twigged me.

Uh, I now know where the first aid room is at the museum.

The kid had caught a finger in the elevator. While it was in motion. And it bled like a stuck pig - both of them were completely freaked out.

I am so SO glad I've got my CERT training.

The only thing I wish I'd had were gloves. Yes, there was a Zee Medical kit on the wall. No, there were no gloves.

Sat them both down, and just got to work. Pressure on the wound (BIG avulsion to the fourth finger on the right hand), and started talking them down. Both of them. Poor Mom was easily as freaked out as kid - I just started in with "scary part is over. Let me see."

Okay, saw. Put pressure right back on and sent the museum staff for my husband and demanded a 911 call. By the time he got there, kid was almost calmed down - Jim walks in, and the magic happens. Why yes - he stopped crying. Not another peep out of him. He's called Lucas, and he's two and a half years old. I tell the museum staff I want a 911 call - and then I settle in to wait for someone with a few more watts in the pot to come relieve me. (Yes, I asked for that call twice. I made sure it was placed.)

We move off the rag Mom began with to paper towels to 3 x 3s out of the Zee kit. Jim does sleight of hand with a quarter, including making it come out his nose - THAT was teh cool for Lucas. He never stopped talking about it, including giggles.

Jim wets down some paper towels and cleans all of us up. Once the blood is gone, this isn't so scary and Lucas wants to see his hand - that was as much trouble as he was to me.

Of course, I'm thinking about what two or more paramedics are going to do about freaking this kid out when they get there. So, we give him fair warning - and he was totally cool when three of the beefiest burritos of manhood show up. I'm able to give them a quick rundown of the issue, and then let them take over.

They allow her to take the kid to his own doctor, at his own ER, back in his own town and all was well.

Washed my hands well and split.

Met up with [livejournal.com profile] redqueenofevil and her fella out front of the museum, we introduced them to Curry House and other parts of Little Tokyo and came home. Jim has work tomorrow as it is - and we are fried. It was HOT today (it always is, Nisei Week is in August, go figure), and while we managed to stay hydrated - it was very, very hard to stay cool enough to be comfortable.

Washed my hands again when I got home and checking my shorts? Yeah, he tagged me. So, into the wash with them as well.

Me, getting shower now.

I think I did good. I'll have to call my CERT instructors and let them be proud.

(BTW. Nothing has changed. Fireman are still the sexiest thing on two legs Just saying.)

Okay here!

Jun. 16th, 2005 02:02 pm
kyburg: (Default)
5.3, centered in Yucaipa.

W00t!

(Jim is still unimpressed.)



EDIT: Wow, look at the scope - this is the "did you feel it" map -

Okay here!

Jun. 16th, 2005 02:02 pm
kyburg: (Default)
5.3, centered in Yucaipa.

W00t!

(Jim is still unimpressed.)



EDIT: Wow, look at the scope - this is the "did you feel it" map -

Okay here!

Jun. 16th, 2005 02:02 pm
kyburg: (Default)
5.3, centered in Yucaipa.

W00t!

(Jim is still unimpressed.)



EDIT: Wow, look at the scope - this is the "did you feel it" map -

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