schaden_freude_lj: (Satisfied)

Jasmine and I were at the convenience store on the corner of Glenstone and Grand at approximately 5:00pm. Across the street, on the southwest corner of the intersection, there was a large pick up truck lodged between the base of the traffic light and a telephone pole.

I don't know...

Anyway, we saw at least five police cars, two tow trucks, an emergency rescue vehicle, and I'm not sure what else. Grand was blocked west of Glenstone, and the right south bound lane of Glenstone was closed. It was a complete mess and I'm thrilled we were able to avoid it.

A friend sent this link a few minutes ago.

Wanted Woman Causes 3-vehicle Crash by Speeding Away From Police

Evidently, she really did not want to go to jail...

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How I Spent My Summer Vacation
by Connie

Thursday, 08/04, was a complete do-nothing, not even a shower, total decompress day. It was wonderful. I watched several shows on demand that I had missed at their normal airings.

Friday, 08/05, Les and I did the grocery shopping, I cleaned a bit and did laundry. That evening, my sister Linda and I went to the Art Walk , a fun event held on the first Friday of every month. Local artists of every medium imaginable have their wares up for sale. My favorite was the glass blower, but the heat was so overwhelming, we were driven out rather quickly. Some of the high end galleries have fancy hors d’oeuvres and wine.

After seeing all the sites, we had dinner at Patton Alley and listened to a local band that was actually pretty good, but not a single one of the members looked old enough to be out of high school, let alone playing music in a bar.

When I finally maded it home, I began to have a very frightening pain in the right side of my neck, with corresponding pain and pressure in the right upper arm, along with a “pins and needles” sensation in the right forearm, hand and fingers. I asked Linda to accompany me to the Emergency Room, since it was 9:45pm and the Urgent Care Clinics were closed.

We presented to St. John’s ER at approximately 10:09pm and immediately saw the crowded-almost-to-capacity waiting room. We discussed leaving and coming back later, but the symptoms I mentioned above resumed, so we decided to stay.

The young woman who took my vitals explained that they had been “slammed” most of the evening and I might have to wait several hours to be treated. I told her that I’d already seen the waiting room, but felt it would be in my best interest to stay, and was willing to wait patiently. She apologized once more, and thanked me for being so understanding.

During the wait, I had an opportunity to bond with several of my “co-patients.” One man, who looked exactly like Frank Zappa circa 1978, stated he had been waiting since 6:00pm. Another lady, who had brought in her father, told me they'd been there since 5:00pm. A younger man told me he'd brought his wife in at 6:30pm.

10:45pm: a man presented with a facial laceration. He related that he’d been struck in the head by a glass bottle someone had thrown. When the triage staff had his information entered into the computer, one of them handed him some gauze 4x4s that had been wetted with saline, told him to apply pressure to the laceration and to have a seat in the waiting room. He sat there with blood running down his face and was still sitting there when I was taken back to a room.

Over the next two hours, three people checked in with severe stomach pain, nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. They were directed to sit in the waiting room with the rest of us, and given emesis basins. We got to see and hear them vomiting, and wondered how long before they infected the rest of us.

1:00am: the Assistant Director of Nursing for the trauma center came out and tried to speak to each individual, explaining how busy the physician/nursing staff were in the back, apologize for our long wait, and to see if there was anything she could do to make us more comfortable. I asked her if she could give me a ball park estimate as to how much longer I’d have to wait. She consulted her clipboard and stated there were eleven people ahead of me, and barring any unforeseen ambulances/helicopters/life threatening traumas, I could probably be taken back in the next two or three hours.

3:00am: the elderly gentleman in the wheelchair had a tonic-clonic seizure and vomited all over himself, his wife, his daughter and the floor. Two of the triage staff members brought out towels and attempted to clean him off. They resituated him in the wheelchair and took him back to one of the trauma rooms. The vomit and towels were left on the floor. Approximately fifteen minutes later, two Housekeepers arrived to clean up the vomit, but when they finished, they rolled their dirty cleaning rags up into the vomit covered towels, and dumped the whole mess in a laundry hamper right there in the waiting room.

4:00am: an elderly woman joined us. Her face was so edematous and swollen that the skin was stretched taut and shiny, and her eyelids were almost swollen shut. Her hands matched her face and her feet and ankles had developed a purple, bruised appearance.

5:00am: I'm finally taken back to a treatment room and a doctor came in just minutes later. He apologized for the long wait and stated they’d been “slammed”. We discussed my symptoms; he did a cursory exam of my neck and shoulder, then ordered x-rays and a cervical MRI.

5:07am: A young lady came to escort me to the MRI department. It took thirty minutes to finish the exam, and I was taken to the radiology department for x-rays of my right shoulder and arm.

6:00am: I returned to the treatment room and my nurse asked if I needed anything for comfort or pain relief. I told him I thought I was okay for the time being. He gave me the call light switch and said I should use that if I needed anything at all.

9:00am: When we hadn’t seen or heard from the staff for three hours, my sister went to the nursing desk to see what was going on. One of the nurses stated they were still awaiting the radiology/MRI results. Linda asked if she, the nurse, or the physician could call for the results. The nurse moved some folders and paperwork aside to access the phone and found my radiology reports.

9:20am: a different doctor came in and diagnosed me with a herniated disc between C5-C6 vertebrae, and that he’d spoken with a neurologist for advice on the proper treatment and medications. He gave me prescriptions for steroids, a mild narcotic pain reliever, muscle relaxers, and a sling for my bum arm. We talked for a few minutes more; he answered several questions and then said I could go home.

9:35am: When Linda and I began the walk from ER to the Pharmacy, we saw the elderly gentleman who had seized in the waiting room, still sitting in one of the trauma rooms. Additionally, we saw the swollen lady sitting in a chair in the hallway; she wasn’t even in a room.

9:55am: After we filled my prescriptions and ate some breakfast in the hospital cafeteria, we had to walk back through the ER to access the parking lot we used night before. As we passed the waiting room, we saw the man with the facial laceration still sitting there, looking much worse than before, his whole face looked bruised and his eyes were swollen and puffy.

Saturday, 08/06 - arrived home at 10:07am, and did nothing but sleep and take medicine.

Sunday, 08/07 and Monday, 08/09 - The symptoms were greatly reduced and there was much rejoicing.

Tuesday, 08/10 - I feel even better than yesterday, and if I'm very careful, I can do whatever I need to do without pain or numbness. I'm going to take Thursday and Friday off, just for good measure, and won't make a follow up appointment with the neurologist unless the pain and spasms return.

Now I ask you friends, is that a vacation or is that a vacation?!

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Nov. 7th, 2009 11:00 pm
schaden_freude_lj: (gold star)
House passes Health Care Bill!

Yippee eye oh tie ay!
schaden_freude_lj: (bound)

  • It's Monday, nuff said.

  • Health Care Reform inspired mania has reached the herd in my office. These are mature women, who, for the most part, are very intelligent. However, one of them announced that if the Health Care Reform is passed, our massive health system will most likely close its doors. It seems that the Democrats will insist that every institution that qualifies for and accepts Medicare and Medicaid, will be required to perform abortions. Since we are employed by a Catholic organization, we cannot and will not perform abortions, which means we will lose our Medicare/Medicaid status and will be forced to close. *sigh* And these women actually BELIEVE this shit.

  • After listening (not arguing or even commenting) to that lunacy for most of the morning, I decided take a walk on my lunch break. I walked to a nearby restaurant and just sat quiety. While hiking back to the office, the skies opened and drenched me thoroughy. The wind was unbelievable and kept whipping water in my face. My contacts lost contact and I was nearly blind. Once inside the buidling, I actually had to pour water out of my shoes. One of these days, I will remember to take a change of clothes to the office, so that in cases like this, I will have something dry to wear.

  • All the ladies in my office thought it was hilarious that I was wet and cold. Just one more reason for me to hate them!

Okay, enough whining and complaining. I'm home and dry, there is a True Blood replay on HBO, and I have no reason to be unhappy anymore. I hope everyone has a lovely evening.
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I saw this at CNN, and they linked to this site.

I work for a ridiculously large health care system with more than 10,000 employees and 500 physicians; that still utilizes IE-6. I can't quote figures, but I'm reasonably sure it won't be cheap to upgrade all of our applications and software.

*scratches head* Well . . . huh!
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NEW YORK (CNN) -- A 90-year-old Holocaust survivor was found strangled Thursday in his Upper East Side apartment, a spokeswoman for the New York City medical examiner said Friday.

Felix Brinkmann, a native of Latvia, escaped death for a year while he was in the Nazis' Mauthausen, Ebensee and Auschwitz concentration camps. Five times he had been slated for the gas chambers, but each time he used his fluency in German to talk his way out.

After the war ended, he was stunned to discover that his wife, who had also been shipped to Auschwitz, was alive and well in Poland.

The Brinkmanns immigrated to America, where Felix spent years in the bar and nightclub business, co-founding in 1971 Adam's Apple disco in Manhattan.

In recent years, he had served as the real estate manager of a mixed-use building in the Bronx, working "seven days a week, without fail," said his son Rick Brinkman, who spells his last name differently than his father.

On Thursday, the building's superintendent grew concerned when Brinkmann did not show up to work. He notified Brinkmann's son and received permission to enter the father's apartment, where he had lived alone since his wife died last year.

Brinkmann's body was found lying face down in his bedroom, his hands bound, his body showing blunt-force trauma wounds, police said. Brinkmann's blue 2009 Honda Civic may have been stolen and a safe in his apartment tampered with, police said.

A police spokesman said authorities were looking for "a man and a woman" in connection with the homicide.

Rick Brinkman speculated that the killing was random in nature. "Anybody who knew him really liked him," the son said. "He was not the kind of guy who had enemies."
schaden_freude_lj: (oh really?)
Well, after a mishap with the Dell that I don't wish to discuss, it has been wiped, reformatted and is working once more. However, I lost everything. Two gigs of music, photos, etc. Backup? What backup? What's a backup?


Oh well, it could be much worse so I shouldn't complain.

The weather here has been absolutely stunning for almost a week, and I'm loving every minute of it. I realize that we'll have to have summer again, but I hope it isn't in any hurry.

Okay, I've been AWOL for the past 10 days. What'd I miss?
schaden_freude_lj: (nostalgic)
Earlier this afternoon, [ profile] lunaris1013 and I were talking about the MJ Memorial circus and decided our memories were much better. How many of you remember these?

They were on the back of Post Cereal boxes back in the late 60's. I remember having this one, as well as The Archies record with Bang-Shang-A-Lang and Sugar Sugar.

good times, man.
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PORT ORCHARD, Wash. - A severed foot was found inside a hiking boot Saturday at a construction site in Kitsap County, but officials have no idea how it got there.

Deputy Scott Wilson of the Kitsap County Sheriff's Office said the foot had a sock on it, and it was wearing an athletic style hiking boot.

Workers had seen the boot lying at the construction site, near Bethel Road SE and Lund Avenue in Port Orchard, a few days before but didn't take much notice of it.

Then on Saturday at about 6:30 p.m. some of the construction workers decided to take a closer look at the boot. That's when they saw the severed foot inside and called deputies to report it, Wilson said.

He said the foot had not "been there forever," but he couldn't say how long it had been there.

Wilson said he believes the boot was dragged to the construction site, by either an animal or piece of equipment, and was not severed where it was found.

Officials didn't say whether it was a right or left foot, or whether it had belonged to a male or female.

A number of severed feet have been found inside athletic shoes up and down the shorelines of lower British Columbia in recent months, but there was no indication whether this foot was linked to them in any way.

None of the severed feet in Canada were found at inland locations like the Port Orchard foot.

The Kitsap County Sheriff’s Office and coroner are investigating.

This just screamsto be written. I think I'll dub our killer The Podiatrist!

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