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I've been ill for the last couple days. Having a cold in the middle of the summer sucks. I tossed and turned ALL night last night. The best sleep I had was between 5am and 7:03am. Why 7:03?
I awoke to yelling. It wasn't fighting. It was the "something just went REALLY WRONG" type of yelling.
I grabbed clothes off the floor and started putting them on as I was running towards the stairs. I've been running to nighttime fire and EMS calls for 15 years. You would think that I'm pretty well practiced in getting dressed and navigating stairs at the same time. Apparently I'm a little rusty. Right foot hit the third step, left foot missed the fourth. My butt hit every subsequent step. At least the front door wasn't open.
So I get outside to see what all of the commotion was about. Apparently the liner in our pool gave way and 15 THOUSAND gallons of water came rushing out of a 6" diameter hole in all of 5 minutes.
The neighbor was not so happy. Apparently he was waiting for another few weeks before he flooded the cranbery bog in his back yard.
So we all grabbed buckets and started bailing out window wells, checking foundations, and looking for any other signs of impending doom. None noted. Not much else we can do at this point. No use crying over spilled... water.
So I showered, got dressed, and wandered back to the kitchen for breakfast. I started pulling all the components together... whole-grain english muffins... turkey sausage... egg beaters... orange jui... orange jui... Nope. No orange juice.
Like other people neek their coffee to function in the morning, I need my orange juice. It's not a diabetic thing. It's a psychological, habitual thing. Screw it! I'll just stop at Burger King and pick one up on my way to work.
So I got in the car, rolled down the windows, opened the sunroof, and cranked the stereo. I was determined to turn my day around. I made it to BK without incident. Almost. I was the first car in the left-turn lane in front of the BK, waiting to make my turn, when I heard the screeching, the horns, and then the crash. I look to my right and see a huge cloud of smoke and dust, and glass starts raining down through my open sunroof. ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME!?!?!
So I reached down and turned on all the lights on my car. I radioed the dispatcher and advised them that I was stepping out with the crash, requested PD response, and would update on fire and EMS momentarily.
I grabbed my portable from the seat next to me, turned it on, and got out of the car to check on injuries. As I approach the first car, the driver opens her door and starts to get out. Apparently her dog decided it was time to play and jumped OVER the driver and bailed out into the intersection! GREAAAAT! I shouted over to the occupants of the other two vehicles and asked if anyone was hurt. One replied that she was a little shaken up.
So I keyed the mic on my portable to give the dispatcher an update. Apparently they can't hear me. WTF Over!? Oh. My battery was dead. But I just pulled it out of the charger. Ugh. So I walked back to the car and used the radio in the car to give the update. As I start interviewing the young lady who was "just shaken up" she starts complaining of neck and back pain. WONDERFUL. I get in the back seat of the car and start holding c-spine immobilization while I'm waiting for fire and EMS to arrive.
Somewhere in the 5 minutes it took for them to get there, the weather went from "not a cloud in the sky" to "the gods must be REALLY mad at me." It turned into nighttime. And it started raining. And hailing.
And my windows AND sunroof were still open.
When the ambulance arrived, I turned care over to them and then went back to my car. My car with a now freshly-washed exterior AND interior AND an inch of water and ice on my leather seats.
At least I had a couple towels in my gym bag. But with an inch of water and ice in my seats, it was difficult to pick out all of the glass. At that point, orange juice wasn't going to help anything, so I just continued on my merry way to work.
I have a bunch of emails and a bunch of voice mail waiting for me. It can wait.
I awoke to yelling. It wasn't fighting. It was the "something just went REALLY WRONG" type of yelling.
I grabbed clothes off the floor and started putting them on as I was running towards the stairs. I've been running to nighttime fire and EMS calls for 15 years. You would think that I'm pretty well practiced in getting dressed and navigating stairs at the same time. Apparently I'm a little rusty. Right foot hit the third step, left foot missed the fourth. My butt hit every subsequent step. At least the front door wasn't open.
So I get outside to see what all of the commotion was about. Apparently the liner in our pool gave way and 15 THOUSAND gallons of water came rushing out of a 6" diameter hole in all of 5 minutes.
The neighbor was not so happy. Apparently he was waiting for another few weeks before he flooded the cranbery bog in his back yard.
So we all grabbed buckets and started bailing out window wells, checking foundations, and looking for any other signs of impending doom. None noted. Not much else we can do at this point. No use crying over spilled... water.
So I showered, got dressed, and wandered back to the kitchen for breakfast. I started pulling all the components together... whole-grain english muffins... turkey sausage... egg beaters... orange jui... orange jui... Nope. No orange juice.
Like other people neek their coffee to function in the morning, I need my orange juice. It's not a diabetic thing. It's a psychological, habitual thing. Screw it! I'll just stop at Burger King and pick one up on my way to work.
So I got in the car, rolled down the windows, opened the sunroof, and cranked the stereo. I was determined to turn my day around. I made it to BK without incident. Almost. I was the first car in the left-turn lane in front of the BK, waiting to make my turn, when I heard the screeching, the horns, and then the crash. I look to my right and see a huge cloud of smoke and dust, and glass starts raining down through my open sunroof. ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME!?!?!
So I reached down and turned on all the lights on my car. I radioed the dispatcher and advised them that I was stepping out with the crash, requested PD response, and would update on fire and EMS momentarily.
I grabbed my portable from the seat next to me, turned it on, and got out of the car to check on injuries. As I approach the first car, the driver opens her door and starts to get out. Apparently her dog decided it was time to play and jumped OVER the driver and bailed out into the intersection! GREAAAAT! I shouted over to the occupants of the other two vehicles and asked if anyone was hurt. One replied that she was a little shaken up.
So I keyed the mic on my portable to give the dispatcher an update. Apparently they can't hear me. WTF Over!? Oh. My battery was dead. But I just pulled it out of the charger. Ugh. So I walked back to the car and used the radio in the car to give the update. As I start interviewing the young lady who was "just shaken up" she starts complaining of neck and back pain. WONDERFUL. I get in the back seat of the car and start holding c-spine immobilization while I'm waiting for fire and EMS to arrive.
Somewhere in the 5 minutes it took for them to get there, the weather went from "not a cloud in the sky" to "the gods must be REALLY mad at me." It turned into nighttime. And it started raining. And hailing.
And my windows AND sunroof were still open.
When the ambulance arrived, I turned care over to them and then went back to my car. My car with a now freshly-washed exterior AND interior AND an inch of water and ice on my leather seats.
At least I had a couple towels in my gym bag. But with an inch of water and ice in my seats, it was difficult to pick out all of the glass. At that point, orange juice wasn't going to help anything, so I just continued on my merry way to work.
I have a bunch of emails and a bunch of voice mail waiting for me. It can wait.
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