I have decided no one should have enough money to live in Denver. From what I can tell every resident here just drives around all day and never spends time actually at a job getting money to have a car or gas. There is no reason that at 2 in the afternoon I should have to go 15mph under the speed limit due to traffic unless every single person in Denver has no job and just drives around all day to rack up their monthy gas bills. Yeah, this entire city makes absolutely no sense to me. In Colorado Springs the best part about being a student was having the entire city open to you in the afternoon hours. Now there is nothing nice about being a student. Get a job lazy Denver people and get off my roads in the afternoons!
So Friday was the day of the powderpuff game. I missed it because I had to be in Colorado Springs for a dress fitting. I would like to say that the dress does in fact fit. Actually they didn't have to take in or let out anything at all ever. This is something I find odd because my weight has gone from 145 normally to 153 post-pneumonia to 145 normal again to 140 due to my inability to find budget food and I am still the same size as when I first tried on the dress and all the times in between and it still fits almost exactly the same. I suppose all the weight is coming and going from my head. So for the powderpuff game our team name was the Cremasters. In case you don't know cremaster muscles are responsible for the embarassing shrinkage/pulling up that men experience in the cold. I believe our intimidating poster read, "Your loins will shrivel in fear!" We were facing off against the dreaded DILFs. DILFs are just like MILFs, but they are doctors instead of mothers. Although a few are mothers as well I believe. If you don't know what a MILF is you are a better person than me. Please don't google it because I think you will be VERY unpleasantly suprised. You have permission to Wikipedia it or ask anyone close to the age of 20 and they should be able to tell you no problem.
So last night I stayed home for a really long time doing almost nothing except watching stupid internet videos like this one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T32JsO4MyoA. Then I frantically searched for my student ID that was not lost and then left to head home around 1am. So I went to bed around maybe 2:30am and had to get up at 6:30 for our wilderness medicine field day in Boulder. So I am the anomaly of the world, in case you haven't figured that out already, and I get more hyper and friendly when I am sleep deprived (or concussed). So I was carpooling with two of my classmates that I don't know all too well and I have a feeling they think I am absolutely insane now. We went to get coffee and when the barista asked if it was all seperate I said, "Yeah because SOMEONE won't help me out." I looked at one of the guys and then he bought me my coffee. I felt really bad, but he is super awesome cool nice so he just kept laughing and then I felt better. So as bad as I am when I am sleep deprived I get worse when I have coffee. Which I had just gotten and then promptly put on an empty stomach. Then I asked a whole ton of probing questions to someone who I think could kill me with his mind. Needless to say, it was quite an interesting car trip. I also did the same thing on the ride home and now I feel as though they will never talk to me again and instead will tell the admissions office to write me up for a professionalism violation because I asked someone born before the Berlin wall was built how old they are.
Our field day was at Rocky Mountain Rescue. They told us all about how it's really hard to save people who are on cliffs. Or in deep snow. Or with their entire lower extremity crushed. Or on a rock that is unstable and not big enough to fit more than a few rescuers. Or anything else that they have to do besides bring tea to cold people and bandage potentially fatal blisters. Okay, those last two really happen and I want to meet these people who are wimpy enough to call a rescue team because their blister popped. So I find it really interesting that they are mostly volunteers who do not work in the medical field. It is actually very impressive what they manage to do with such limited resources out in the field. We had a few stations that we rotated through today which included hoisting a dummy up a tower, first aid, an interactive rescue mission on powerpoint, and my personal favorite, packing injured parties into a litter for transportation down to a main road. I volunteered to be the injured party and I got to lie down in the metal litter. It is long and all the edges are up so you can't roll from side to side because you sit in the bottom. They had a super thin beanbage under me and I got put in a helmet and neck brace as well as being strapped in, except my arms were free. So once I was all secured and my massive amounts of blood loss curbed they sucked the air out of the bean bag until it conformed to the shape of my body like a vacuum fitted bed. Oh, and part of being strapped in includes having foot stirrups under your feet. So once my bed was custom fitted to me they put a nice warm sleeping bag over me and strapped that on as well. At this point, despite the neck brace smooshing my ears, I felt like a tiny kangaroo joey tucked safely into my pouch where I could stay warm and safe forever. Then they lifted the head of the litter and stood me up on my feet in the stirrups. I didn't even shift a little bit, but I was about 7 feet tall. Then they put me down and all picked me up at the same time so they could walk around and see how hard it is to carry someone on a trail like that. That was also very fun. But the best part ever was when they picked me up and then made the litter do a barrel roll! I got to spin around and then they left me facing the ground hanging. I still didn't budge! So they said if I was a patient and I started vomiting they would turn me over so none of it got into my airway. How amazing is that?? Anyway, no matter how much they moved and spun the litter around I didn't budge in my kangaroo pouch of warm, fuzzy happiness. I was really impressed at how comfortable it was and then they let me out and showed me my outline in the beanbag. I just want to say that I want to get injured in the mountains as often as possible so I can ride in a litter for hours and hours. Or maybe just get a form-fitted beanbag for a bed with a sleeping bag comforter. I forgot to mention that the bag had a circular hole in it so you could be completely covered except for your face. I wish they made real blankets like that. Sniffle.... I wish I was at Rocky Mountain Rescue right now getting tucked into my kangaroo pouch bed for the night.
So once I got home I played Mario Kart. I played as Luigi, or Weegee if you will. I won a lot and now I have a moustache. This is great because ninja always tells me how he wishes I could grow a moustache. I also baked cookies and made egg salad. Uh, that is my list of what I did today. Be impressed! I also looked at pictures and sneezed and talked on the phone. I would have done more, but I just couldn't do anything besides mope because I know I will never have a bed as wonderful as my kangaroo pouch piece of heaven. And even if I did buy a litter, it would be a 20 minute tucking in process that would have severe consequences if I had to pee in the middle of the night unless I had a standby rescue team watching me sleep which would have consequences of its own I think. I guess nothing can ever be perfect.
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