We did not just beat the Cowboys. We DESTROYED them.
How do you like THEM apples, Dallas fans?
Here we come, Seattle :)
12.30.2007
12.29.2007
Another blog...
I was challenged to create a list of 101 things I could realistically accomplish in 1,001 days, and to then start trying to do them on January 1, 2008. After much thought and deliberation, I was able to come up with 101 things I thought were plausible, but still required some major effort on my part.
I created this blog in an attempt to chronicle my 1,001 days and the evolution of this project. On the right-hand side of the blog, you will find my list. I willstrikeout those that I have accomplished, along with the date it was completed. I will also make updates in it about my progress, successes and failures. I'm definitely going to be asking for help and input, and I'll be sure to blog with pictures and other forms of evidence.
I'd love for you guys to go check it out, let me know what you think, and maybe start your own! I'll link you ;)
Yours,
Sam
P.S.--To the anonymous commenter that said I was really cute: Thank you :)
P.P.S.--Go check out my roommate's 101 in 1001 here!
I created this blog in an attempt to chronicle my 1,001 days and the evolution of this project. On the right-hand side of the blog, you will find my list. I will
I'd love for you guys to go check it out, let me know what you think, and maybe start your own! I'll link you ;)
Yours,
Sam
P.S.--To the anonymous commenter that said I was really cute: Thank you :)
P.P.S.--Go check out my roommate's 101 in 1001 here!
12.27.2007
Redskins Jersey!
Dear Chris Cooley,
Just wanted to let you know that you are amazing. You are so amazing, this broke little college student/EMT blew $50 for a jersey. Having said that, please go kick some Cowboy tail this Sunday. I will be very disappointed if we don't.
Love always,
Sam
12.26.2007
Active Labor
"We got a pediatric BVM?"
"Yeah."
"Alright...what about the IV boxes; all sealed?"
"Yep, both sealed."
"OB kits?"
"Two of 'em, not like we ever need them," I say with a wink. I hear the pre-alert go out, and we stop checking off the rig to listen.
"Station 1, active labor." My partner glares at me.
"Really, Sam? Didja have to go ahead and jinx us like that?" I jump out of the back and look for the medic.
"John, I'm going on this." As the daughter of an OB/GYN, long-time volunteer in the birth center, and employee at an OB/GYN's practice, I feel confident that I could deliver a baby.
"Oh thank God," he says, "I really didn't want to take another guy."
As we climb back into the ambulance, I text my dad.
"Might deliver a baby!" I receive a prompt "Holy S," in reply, and I chuckle to myself, double-gloving in anticipation.
We arrive to the local meat packing plant to find a woman who is 28 weeks pregnant and has contractions five minutes apart. I hold my breath, wondering what I got myself into. Me? Deliver a baby? I must turn a bit pale, because John leans over and asks if I'm alright.
"Oh, yeah, doing great!"
En route, John starts an IV and I time contractions. 5 minutes. 3 minutes. A minute and a half. 20 seconds.
I check to see how dilated she is as John bashfully pretends he's talking to the driver. She's not. She's not dilated. Beautiful.
My hand goes numb every twenty seconds as she squeezes the life out of it.
"Just keep breathing, you're doing great."
"She's not due for another three months," she groans as she attacks my hand once more. Through her contractions, I try to figure out her Gravida/Para numbers, but give up each time she screams. As we roll into the delivery suite, the nurse starts asking questions I don't have time for.
"Who is she?"
"Melinda Saunders, John gave that in report."
"Well what are her G/P numbers?" I groan as I try to help our patient into her gown.
"She's only ever delivered here. They should be on file."
"But what are her numbers?" Melinda drops her jewelry on the floor, and I see her diamond ring slide under the toilet.
"I. Don't. Know." I do not have time for this, and neither does she, I think as crawl around on my knees trying to recover the escapee ring.
"She's only 28 weeks?"
"Yes, I know."
"Well this is too early."
"Yes. I know."
"How dilated is she?" With my patient grabbing the bathroom railings as another contraction happens, and my ass sticking straight up in the air indecently, I sigh. Did this woman pay any attention to the report?
"She's not dilated."
"What?"
"She's. Not. Dilated," I repeat as I stand back up, handing Melinda her ring. Attempting to help her move the IV through her clothes and back through the hospital gown, I hear the nurse open her mouth again.
"Here," John says as he presses the PPCR to her chest, "it's all here." Thank God for helpful partners, I think as I help Melinda into her bed.
"Well, I just have to go talk to the doctor about this," says the nurse as she leaves the room, having obvious difficultly moving, what with the stick lodged firmly up her backside.
"Need anything, Melinda," I ask, letting her squeeze my hand again.
"A new nurse," she says through a smile. "What's your name again?"
"Sam. Samantha."
"Did you know it means name of God?"
"Oh wow, no, I didn't."
"Yeah, my mom was named Samantha; she never let us forget its meaning." I smile, and she lets go of my hand.
"Thanks, Samantha."
"Of course."
"You're really good at this stuff." I laugh and thank her as we head for the door.
"She wants ice chips," I say to the nurse as she comes back in the room, "and a softer pillow." She smiles at me through another contraction, and I can't help but giggle and I see the nurse put her hands on her hips and blow the bangs out of her face.
"Yeah."
"Alright...what about the IV boxes; all sealed?"
"Yep, both sealed."
"OB kits?"
"Two of 'em, not like we ever need them," I say with a wink. I hear the pre-alert go out, and we stop checking off the rig to listen.
"Station 1, active labor." My partner glares at me.
"Really, Sam? Didja have to go ahead and jinx us like that?" I jump out of the back and look for the medic.
"John, I'm going on this." As the daughter of an OB/GYN, long-time volunteer in the birth center, and employee at an OB/GYN's practice, I feel confident that I could deliver a baby.
"Oh thank God," he says, "I really didn't want to take another guy."
As we climb back into the ambulance, I text my dad.
"Might deliver a baby!" I receive a prompt "Holy S," in reply, and I chuckle to myself, double-gloving in anticipation.
We arrive to the local meat packing plant to find a woman who is 28 weeks pregnant and has contractions five minutes apart. I hold my breath, wondering what I got myself into. Me? Deliver a baby? I must turn a bit pale, because John leans over and asks if I'm alright.
"Oh, yeah, doing great!"
En route, John starts an IV and I time contractions. 5 minutes. 3 minutes. A minute and a half. 20 seconds.
I check to see how dilated she is as John bashfully pretends he's talking to the driver. She's not. She's not dilated. Beautiful.
My hand goes numb every twenty seconds as she squeezes the life out of it.
"Just keep breathing, you're doing great."
"She's not due for another three months," she groans as she attacks my hand once more. Through her contractions, I try to figure out her Gravida/Para numbers, but give up each time she screams. As we roll into the delivery suite, the nurse starts asking questions I don't have time for.
"Who is she?"
"Melinda Saunders, John gave that in report."
"Well what are her G/P numbers?" I groan as I try to help our patient into her gown.
"She's only ever delivered here. They should be on file."
"But what are her numbers?" Melinda drops her jewelry on the floor, and I see her diamond ring slide under the toilet.
"I. Don't. Know." I do not have time for this, and neither does she, I think as crawl around on my knees trying to recover the escapee ring.
"She's only 28 weeks?"
"Yes, I know."
"Well this is too early."
"Yes. I know."
"How dilated is she?" With my patient grabbing the bathroom railings as another contraction happens, and my ass sticking straight up in the air indecently, I sigh. Did this woman pay any attention to the report?
"She's not dilated."
"What?"
"She's. Not. Dilated," I repeat as I stand back up, handing Melinda her ring. Attempting to help her move the IV through her clothes and back through the hospital gown, I hear the nurse open her mouth again.
"Here," John says as he presses the PPCR to her chest, "it's all here." Thank God for helpful partners, I think as I help Melinda into her bed.
"Well, I just have to go talk to the doctor about this," says the nurse as she leaves the room, having obvious difficultly moving, what with the stick lodged firmly up her backside.
"Need anything, Melinda," I ask, letting her squeeze my hand again.
"A new nurse," she says through a smile. "What's your name again?"
"Sam. Samantha."
"Did you know it means name of God?"
"Oh wow, no, I didn't."
"Yeah, my mom was named Samantha; she never let us forget its meaning." I smile, and she lets go of my hand.
"Thanks, Samantha."
"Of course."
"You're really good at this stuff." I laugh and thank her as we head for the door.
"She wants ice chips," I say to the nurse as she comes back in the room, "and a softer pillow." She smiles at me through another contraction, and I can't help but giggle and I see the nurse put her hands on her hips and blow the bangs out of her face.
Remember "Bud"?
You guys remember my run in with a concrete floor and my fellow student who helped me through the ordeal? Well, he's started a blog (trying to be as cool as me, obviously), and I know he'd love for you all to stop by and say "hi!"
Go check him out here and tell him Sam sent you ;)
In other news, I'm working on a post right now. I'll get to it soon, I promise. Ya'll can back off now haha.
Merry Christmas, incidentally!
Yours,
Sam
Go check him out here and tell him Sam sent you ;)
In other news, I'm working on a post right now. I'll get to it soon, I promise. Ya'll can back off now haha.
Merry Christmas, incidentally!
Yours,
Sam
12.20.2007
Congrats!
Just wanted to say congratulations to Liv, Drew and Steve for passing their EMT-B state tests! I know you guys are going to make great providers, and I can't wait to work with you all :)
Also, congrats to Kyle for testing. We all know you're going to pass and do an amazing job...Use those ALS skills ;)
There's a possibility I'll be getting my EMT-I come this spring (ALS skills such as intubation, IVs, EKG, etc. in VA). I need to investigate further, but that would be super awesome, and provide me with ridiculous amounts of blog material, haha!
As soon as I figure out how to write again, I will. There's something to be said for having everything okay in your life; makes things like writing easier. Hopefully I'll get my stuff together soon. You'd think lying around the house all day recovering from surgery would be a perfect time to blog. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
Yours,
Sam
Also, congrats to Kyle for testing. We all know you're going to pass and do an amazing job...Use those ALS skills ;)
There's a possibility I'll be getting my EMT-I come this spring (ALS skills such as intubation, IVs, EKG, etc. in VA). I need to investigate further, but that would be super awesome, and provide me with ridiculous amounts of blog material, haha!
As soon as I figure out how to write again, I will. There's something to be said for having everything okay in your life; makes things like writing easier. Hopefully I'll get my stuff together soon. You'd think lying around the house all day recovering from surgery would be a perfect time to blog. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
Yours,
Sam
12.17.2007
I feel weird...
I don't know what it is. I've been trying so hard to write, and I just can't. I know what I plan to write about, but for some reason it just is not coming to me. There's always a moment that strikes where I feel like I have to write. Something hits me, and it's urgent. And if I don't feel it, I just can't produce anything worth reading.
Things in my life are a little chaotic right now, and that usually helps me write, but for right now it's definitely impeding the process. As soon as I have something worth writing, I will. Thank you for always bearing with me.
I'm out of the hospital and healing nicely. Thank you for all the good thoughts and well wishes! At least it was laparoscopic, and they didn't have to gut me like a fish (apologies to any surgeons who might be reading--you're great people).
Oh, and AD, congrats on the Wall Street Journal bit! That was awesome :) Oh, and apparently I could take on 21 5-year-olds in a fight. We rock...obviously you a little bit more than me (wall street journal, 35 kids, etc.), but still.
Keep in touch.
Yours,
Sam
Things in my life are a little chaotic right now, and that usually helps me write, but for right now it's definitely impeding the process. As soon as I have something worth writing, I will. Thank you for always bearing with me.
I'm out of the hospital and healing nicely. Thank you for all the good thoughts and well wishes! At least it was laparoscopic, and they didn't have to gut me like a fish (apologies to any surgeons who might be reading--you're great people).
Oh, and AD, congrats on the Wall Street Journal bit! That was awesome :) Oh, and apparently I could take on 21 5-year-olds in a fight. We rock...obviously you a little bit more than me (wall street journal, 35 kids, etc.), but still.
Keep in touch.
Yours,
Sam
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