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| My five hours in the Outer Banks Hospital ER [message #1098560] |
Sun, 23 July 2006 04:33 |
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Last day of the vacation, Friday evening, finishing up a swim with the
13-year old high-functioning autistic. Just bumping waves, ducking under
the bigger ones and enjoying the day. The 18-year old has already gone
back to the beach house, the wife and the 16-year-old have already gone
back home 'cause she had to work on Thursday and he decided to keep her
company (and get back to his computer games).
As I'm popping up from ducking a wave, I feel an incredible BANG on the
top of my head from what is undoubtedly a large plastic skim board. The
dudes have been out all week, and occasionally one gets away and flies up
in the air, landing harmlessly in the water. This one landed right on my
head. As I pop to the surface with my hand to my head thinking DAMB,
THAT HURTS!, I see my son looking at me with dinner-plate eyes and he
yells, DAD, YOU'RE BLEEDING!
Sure enough, I look at my hand and it is covered with blood, running down
my arm. I rinse off my hand in the water and put it back up and look
again, and it's bleeding like only a scalp wound can.
My son is freaking out, so I tell him (as I'm applying pressure to the
cut and noticing that people are starting to stare at me) that cuts on
your head bleed a lot but aren't really dangerous. I don't bother to add
"As long as you get the bleeding stopped."
I look up at the lifeguard chair, but they've left for the day. As I'm
wondering if I can walk the two blocks back to the house to call 911, a
lady offers me her cell phone. She dials, I talk. Luckily the firehouse
is right across the street from our beach house (not our best location,
but it was a last-minute rental), and when the 911 lady says "They're on
their way" I can hear the siren go off and see the trucks coming down the
street to me.
They do the full stretcher routine, and I explain that I'm the only adult
with a driver's license at the house (my oldest is still on his learner's
permit), and that my son with me is autistic and must be taken back to
the house to stay with my oldest.
Firemen-and-women, great folk that they are, scoop both of us up -- me in
the ambulance and him in the fire truck (they brought a fire truck for
some reason) -- and take me to the ER and him back to the house. They
also got every bit of my beach stuff back to the house, though I went to
the ER in just my swim trunks.
Long story short, I wait 2 1/2 hours to be seen. The doc can't do a
simple staple because the cut is too deep, so he puts four internal and
eight external sutures in the cut, which is about 2" long and 1/2" deep.
It takes him about 45 minutes to sew me up, I get some antibiotics, a
tetanus shot and some Vicodin. The fire department comes back to the
hospital to get me and gives me a ride back to the beach house, where I
call the wife back in Frederick and fill her in on the excitement.
I'm told it's a lovely wound and will provide a great scar. If I get
around to it I'll post some gifs.
I'm home now taking some Tylenol (never used the Vicodin) and drinking
some Hop Hogs from the Lancaster Brewing Company.
Certainly, a thrilling finish to a great vacation.
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James Schrumpf http://www.hilltopper.net
Play like your couch is on fire!
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| Re: My five hours in the Outer Banks Hospital ER [message #1098585 ] |
Sun, 23 July 2006 06:13 |
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Yeah, James Schrumpf <jaspammenotschrumpf [at] adelphia.nospamnet>, well...
that's just like... your opinion man.
>Last day of the vacation, Friday evening, finishing up a swim with the
>13-year old high-functioning autistic. Just bumping waves, ducking under
>the bigger ones and enjoying the day. The 18-year old has already gone
>back to the beach house, the wife and the 16-year-old have already gone
>back home 'cause she had to work on Thursday and he decided to keep her
>company (and get back to his computer games).
>
>As I'm popping up from ducking a wave, I feel an incredible BANG on the
>top of my head from what is undoubtedly a large plastic skim board. The
>dudes have been out all week, and occasionally one gets away and flies up
>in the air, landing harmlessly in the water. This one landed right on my
>head. As I pop to the surface with my hand to my head thinking DAMB,
>THAT HURTS!, I see my son looking at me with dinner-plate eyes and he
>yells, DAD, YOU'RE BLEEDING!
>
>Sure enough, I look at my hand and it is covered with blood, running down
>my arm. I rinse off my hand in the water and put it back up and look
>again, and it's bleeding like only a scalp wound can.
>
>My son is freaking out, so I tell him (as I'm applying pressure to the
>cut and noticing that people are starting to stare at me) that cuts on
>your head bleed a lot but aren't really dangerous. I don't bother to add
>"As long as you get the bleeding stopped."
>
>I look up at the lifeguard chair, but they've left for the day. As I'm
>wondering if I can walk the two blocks back to the house to call 911, a
>lady offers me her cell phone. She dials, I talk. Luckily the firehouse
>is right across the street from our beach house (not our best location,
>but it was a last-minute rental), and when the 911 lady says "They're on
>their way" I can hear the siren go off and see the trucks coming down the
>street to me.
>
>They do the full stretcher routine, and I explain that I'm the only adult
>with a driver's license at the house (my oldest is still on his learner's
>permit), and that my son with me is autistic and must be taken back to
>the house to stay with my oldest.
>
>Firemen-and-women, great folk that they are, scoop both of us up -- me in
>the ambulance and him in the fire truck (they brought a fire truck for
>some reason)
I'm purdy sure this is standard routine everywhere (or almost
everywhere) now. I think it's been explained why to me before, but I
don't remember.
> -- and take me to the ER and him back to the house. They
>also got every bit of my beach stuff back to the house, though I went to
>the ER in just my swim trunks.
>
>Long story short, I wait 2 1/2 hours to be seen. The doc can't do a
>simple staple because the cut is too deep, so he puts four internal and
>eight external sutures in the cut, which is about 2" long and 1/2" deep.
>
>It takes him about 45 minutes to sew me up, I get some antibiotics, a
>tetanus shot and some Vicodin. The fire department comes back to the
>hospital to get me and gives me a ride back to the beach house, where I
>call the wife back in Frederick and fill her in on the excitement.
>
>I'm told it's a lovely wound and will provide a great scar. If I get
>around to it I'll post some gifs.
>
>I'm home now taking some Tylenol (never used the Vicodin) and drinking
>some Hop Hogs from the Lancaster Brewing Company.
Good move. If I were you, I'd request some heavy duty blood thinners
on top of the beer.
>Certainly, a thrilling finish to a great vacation.
Glad yer OK. Glad you had a good vacation.
John Rogers
AU Class of 1985
The Al Del Greco of Atlanta
"I will choose a path thats clear.
I will choose free will."
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| Re: My five hours in the Outer Banks Hospital ER [message #1098595 ] |
Sun, 23 July 2006 07:38 |
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"James Schrumpf" <jaspammenotschrumpf [at] adelphia.nospamnet> wrote in message
news:Xns9808E58A51BB8jaschrumpfadelphiane [at] 216.196.97.142...
> Last day of the vacation, Friday evening, finishing up a swim with the
> 13-year old high-functioning autistic. Just bumping waves, ducking under
> the bigger ones and enjoying the day. The 18-year old has already gone
> back to the beach house, the wife and the 16-year-old have already gone
> back home 'cause she had to work on Thursday and he decided to keep her
> company (and get back to his computer games).
>
> As I'm popping up from ducking a wave, I feel an incredible BANG on the
> top of my head from what is undoubtedly a large plastic skim board. The
> dudes have been out all week, and occasionally one gets away and flies up
> in the air, landing harmlessly in the water. This one landed right on my
> head. As I pop to the surface with my hand to my head thinking DAMB,
> THAT HURTS!, I see my son looking at me with dinner-plate eyes and he
> yells, DAD, YOU'RE BLEEDING!
>
> Sure enough, I look at my hand and it is covered with blood, running down
> my arm. I rinse off my hand in the water and put it back up and look
> again, and it's bleeding like only a scalp wound can.
>
> My son is freaking out, so I tell him (as I'm applying pressure to the
> cut and noticing that people are starting to stare at me) that cuts on
> your head bleed a lot but aren't really dangerous. I don't bother to add
> "As long as you get the bleeding stopped."
>
> I look up at the lifeguard chair, but they've left for the day. As I'm
> wondering if I can walk the two blocks back to the house to call 911, a
> lady offers me her cell phone. She dials, I talk. Luckily the firehouse
> is right across the street from our beach house (not our best location,
> but it was a last-minute rental), and when the 911 lady says "They're on
> their way" I can hear the siren go off and see the trucks coming down the
> street to me.
>
> They do the full stretcher routine, and I explain that I'm the only adult
> with a driver's license at the house (my oldest is still on his learner's
> permit), and that my son with me is autistic and must be taken back to
> the house to stay with my oldest.
>
> Firemen-and-women, great folk that they are, scoop both of us up -- me in
> the ambulance and him in the fire truck (they brought a fire truck for
> some reason) -- and take me to the ER and him back to the house. They
> also got every bit of my beach stuff back to the house, though I went to
> the ER in just my swim trunks.
>
> Long story short, I wait 2 1/2 hours to be seen. The doc can't do a
> simple staple because the cut is too deep, so he puts four internal and
> eight external sutures in the cut, which is about 2" long and 1/2" deep.
>
> It takes him about 45 minutes to sew me up, I get some antibiotics, a
> tetanus shot and some Vicodin. The fire department comes back to the
> hospital to get me and gives me a ride back to the beach house, where I
> call the wife back in Frederick and fill her in on the excitement.
>
> I'm told it's a lovely wound and will provide a great scar. If I get
> around to it I'll post some gifs.
>
> I'm home now taking some Tylenol (never used the Vicodin) and drinking
> some Hop Hogs from the Lancaster Brewing Company.
>
> Certainly, a thrilling finish to a great vacation.
> --
Wow, that's the capper to a fun vacation, huh! I'm glad you're okay, did
you break the surfing board with your head?
winnard
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| Re: My five hours in the Outer Banks Hospital ER [message #1098615 ] |
Sun, 23 July 2006 16:29 |
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Quiet, "winnard" <8track1 [at] cox.net> -- I'm transmitting rage.
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> "James Schrumpf" <jaspammenotschrumpf [at] adelphia.nospamnet> wrote in
> message news:Xns9808E58A51BB8jaschrumpfadelphiane [at] 216.196.97.142...
>> Last day of the vacation, Friday evening, finishing up a swim with
>> the 13-year old high-functioning autistic. Just bumping waves,
>> ducking under the bigger ones and enjoying the day. The 18-year old
>> has already gone back to the beach house, the wife and the
>> 16-year-old have already gone back home 'cause she had to work on
>> Thursday and he decided to keep her company (and get back to his
>> computer games).
>>
>> As I'm popping up from ducking a wave, I feel an incredible BANG on
>> the top of my head from what is undoubtedly a large plastic skim
>> board. The dudes have been out all week, and occasionally one gets
>> away and flies up in the air, landing harmlessly in the water. This
>> one landed right on my head. As I pop to the surface with my hand to
>> my head thinking DAMB, THAT HURTS!, I see my son looking at me with
>> dinner-plate eyes and he yells, DAD, YOU'RE BLEEDING!
>>
>> Sure enough, I look at my hand and it is covered with blood, running
>> down my arm. I rinse off my hand in the water and put it back up and
>> look again, and it's bleeding like only a scalp wound can.
>>
>> My son is freaking out, so I tell him (as I'm applying pressure to
>> the cut and noticing that people are starting to stare at me) that
>> cuts on your head bleed a lot but aren't really dangerous. I don't
>> bother to add "As long as you get the bleeding stopped."
>>
>> I look up at the lifeguard chair, but they've left for the day. As
>> I'm wondering if I can walk the two blocks back to the house to call
>> 911, a lady offers me her cell phone. She dials, I talk. Luckily
>> the firehouse is right across the street from our beach house (not
>> our best location, but it was a last-minute rental), and when the 911
>> lady says "They're on their way" I can hear the siren go off and see
>> the trucks coming down the street to me.
>>
>> They do the full stretcher routine, and I explain that I'm the only
>> adult with a driver's license at the house (my oldest is still on his
>> learner's permit), and that my son with me is autistic and must be
>> taken back to the house to stay with my oldest.
>>
>> Firemen-and-women, great folk that they are, scoop both of us up --
>> me in the ambulance and him in the fire truck (they brought a fire
>> truck for some reason) -- and take me to the ER and him back to the
>> house. They also got every bit of my beach stuff back to the house,
>> though I went to the ER in just my swim trunks.
>>
>> Long story short, I wait 2 1/2 hours to be seen. The doc can't do a
>> simple staple because the cut is too deep, so he puts four internal
>> and eight external sutures in the cut, which is about 2" long and
>> 1/2" deep.
>>
>> It takes him about 45 minutes to sew me up, I get some antibiotics, a
>> tetanus shot and some Vicodin. The fire department comes back to the
>> hospital to get me and gives me a ride back to the beach house, where
>> I call the wife back in Frederick and fill her in on the excitement.
>>
>> I'm told it's a lovely wound and will provide a great scar. If I get
>> around to it I'll post some gifs.
>>
>> I'm home now taking some Tylenol (never used the Vicodin) and
>> drinking some Hop Hogs from the Lancaster Brewing Company.
>>
>> Certainly, a thrilling finish to a great vacation.
>> --
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> Wow, that's the capper to a fun vacation, huh! I'm glad you're
> okay, did
> you break the surfing board with your head?
>
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> winnard
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Nah, it hit me edge-on. If it'd just bonked me flat on the head I prolly
woulda borked it.
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James Schrumpf http://www.hilltopper.net
Play like your couch is on fire!
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| Re: My five hours in the Outer Banks Hospital ER [message #1098691 ] |
Sun, 23 July 2006 20:40 |
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"James Schrumpf" <jaspammenotschrumpf [at] adelphia.nospamnet> wrote in message
news:Xns9808E58A51BB8jaschrumpfadelphiane [at] 216.196.97.142...
> Last day of the vacation, Friday evening, finishing up a swim with the
> 13-year old high-functioning autistic. Just bumping waves, ducking under
> the bigger ones and enjoying the day. The 18-year old has already gone
> back to the beach house, the wife and the 16-year-old have already gone
> back home 'cause she had to work on Thursday and he decided to keep her
> company (and get back to his computer games).
>
> As I'm popping up from ducking a wave, I feel an incredible BANG on the
> top of my head from what is undoubtedly a large plastic skim board. The
> dudes have been out all week, and occasionally one gets away and flies up
> in the air, landing harmlessly in the water. This one landed right on my
> head. As I pop to the surface with my hand to my head thinking DAMB,
> THAT HURTS!, I see my son looking at me with dinner-plate eyes and he
> yells, DAD, YOU'RE BLEEDING!
>
> Sure enough, I look at my hand and it is covered with blood, running down
> my arm. I rinse off my hand in the water and put it back up and look
> again, and it's bleeding like only a scalp wound can.
>
Dood, blood and sharks, sharks and blood. Did it cross your mind to get the
hell out of the water, specially with the special kid with you?
Glad you survived. Bet your wife will never let you go hunting with me
though.
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| Re: My five hours in the Outer Banks Hospital ER [message #1098694 ] |
Sun, 23 July 2006 20:46 |
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Quiet, "MoParMaN" <scott.hendryx.clothes [at] sbcglobal.net> -- I'm
transmitting rage.
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> "James Schrumpf" <jaspammenotschrumpf [at] adelphia.nospamnet> wrote in
> message news:Xns9808E58A51BB8jaschrumpfadelphiane [at] 216.196.97.142...
>> Last day of the vacation, Friday evening, finishing up a swim with
>> the 13-year old high-functioning autistic. Just bumping waves,
>> ducking under the bigger ones and enjoying the day. The 18-year old
>> has already gone back to the beach house, the wife and the
>> 16-year-old have already gone back home 'cause she had to work on
>> Thursday and he decided to keep her company (and get back to his
>> computer games).
>>
>> As I'm popping up from ducking a wave, I feel an incredible BANG on
>> the top of my head from what is undoubtedly a large plastic skim
>> board. The dudes have been out all week, and occasionally one gets
>> away and flies up in the air, landing harmlessly in the water. This
>> one landed right on my head. As I pop to the surface with my hand to
>> my head thinking DAMB, THAT HURTS!, I see my son looking at me with
>> dinner-plate eyes and he yells, DAD, YOU'RE BLEEDING!
>>
>> Sure enough, I look at my hand and it is covered with blood, running
>> down my arm. I rinse off my hand in the water and put it back up and
>> look again, and it's bleeding like only a scalp wound can.
>>
> Dood, blood and sharks, sharks and blood. Did it cross your mind to
> get the hell out of the water, specially with the special kid with
> you?
>
> Glad you survived. Bet your wife will never let you go hunting with
> me though.
>
HELL YES, I thought about sharks. When I saw what was coming out of my
head, I told my kid GET OUT OF THE WATER NOW. It was getting on towards
evening too -- prime feeding time, I'm told.
Everyone else, they had to fend for themselves, poor bastards. Anyone
hear of any shark attacks after 7PM at Kill Devil Hills, NC?
About the hunting -- do all your hunting buddies come home with head
scars or something?
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James Schrumpf http://www.hilltopper.net
Play like your couch is on fire!
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