Again, I don't have any pictures of this. Fail. Just use your imagination.
Yesterday, Friday, we helped set up a booth at a conference we will be at for the next several days. Picture me, pushing a plastic cart through the bottom of a parking garage when kablooey, the wheel pops off and the cart does its best Jenga inspired free fall, essentially coming apart in mid-air. As I was picking up my dignity, and the various things I'd strewn on the ground, someone pointed out that my leg was bleeding. Sure enough, I lost the fight. A had a decent gash in my leg. Darn. Plastic cart: 1 Me: 0.
No real time to fix it up, I pretty much let it be. Until that night.
We worked at an outdoor event last night in the desert. Do you know what deserts have?
Flies. They have flies. Eww, I know. Eww.
After swatting, yelling, threatening and probably convincing a few patrons that I had tourettes, I finally gave in. Because, lets face it, there is nothing more gross than being road kill. Nothing. So I sulked over to the ambulance at the event and asked, simply, for a band-aid.
Fail number 2.
Before I knew it, I was IN the ambulance, on a stretcher with not one, but four medics saying, apparently to myself, "it's really not that bad, I really just need a band aid!" After being hushed and introduced to everyone, they walked me through the procedure. "Maggy, this is just water"..."ok thanks David, I really just want a band aid....David, I know you want to let it breathe but there are flies...FLIES David, I am living road kill and there is nothing more vile." He muttered to his boss in Hebrew and proceeded to ask me how I got the wound. Another girl opened up a bottle of alcohol. A third guy sat over my shoulder. "It happened this morning, anyways it's ok, I really just want to cover it up", more muttering to the boss who kept checking in on us because they had closed me INTO the ambulance.
Suddenly, somewhere between convincing them to cover it up and watching him inspect the iodine, I got it.
I snapped my head up and scanned the ambulance "wait...you guys are bored, aren't you?!" I said, looking around at all 4 - including the driver, who had moved back to sit with us. A moment of silence and then....they laughed, guilty as charged.
Maggy: 1. Medics: 0.
Before you knew it, we were friends...they made fun of my Hebrew, I made fun of their need to play doctor and bam, I was fully enjoying my first trip inside an ambulance. Somehow though...I still left with a stupid big gauze patch on my leg. (Medics:1) On the bright side, I was able to calmly help the rest of the night without being worried about - well you know, road kill. *shudder*
So there you have it, I should have taken a picture but that would have been too much. No? Next time. Wait...not next time. Don't worry Sue, we're not looking for danger.
Have a lovely weekend friends...hug your local medic :)