A case of the sillies, a bout of the crazies, a bit of lunacy, or what are all medically known as ‘Snooker-Loopy.’
I swear, it goes around like a virus. One person has it, then three out of five people in his vicinity get it, and it spreads. I came down with a case myself recently, and it’s horrific! It’s like a sugar rush, but the sugar is your oxygenated blood, which, unless one of a few heart-stopping events occurs, is endlessly supplied. Continue reading ‘Medically Known As ‘Snooker-Loopy’’
Update: Mr Evitts survived, and is to this day alive and well.
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You’re about to learn something new about me. I love to SAY I’m going to be blunt about something, but then I’ll take four hours to explain it.
So, I’ll be blunt.
Just over five hours before this post I was released from debriefing and then had lunch after a shocking accident.
As some of you know, and if not will now know, I’m in my late teens, and as such, I attend school still, but it’s almost over. The two local high schools run a program called RASP. RASP is a program that connects the two local high schools’ choice of subjects to allow greater range of education to the students.
I was at the other school this morning, as I am every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, waiting for the Maxi-taxi (tiny bus-taxi) to come and get us, when a small bus came careening through a fence on the other side of the oval. It swerved away from the oval full of screaming and panicking students into the scrub, rammed through a tree, and came to a stop around ten to fifteen metres from me.
I sprinted and leaped over the fence like a professional hurdler, like I never thought I could move, and I came up to the bus to see the driver slumped backwards. A teacher and student were desperately trying to pry the door open, but had only opened it ajar. In an adrenaline-fueled ‘Hulk’esque moment, I grabbed the edge of the door and ripped it off its dented body and hinges, bending it back on a forty-five degree angle in the direction doors aren’t meant to go. The girl who had tried to open the door stuttered in a scared tone that the man wasn’t breathing. I checked for a pulse, and I suddenly blanked out. There wasn’t one.
I knew what to do, but I didn’t know if I could do it. Oddly enough, as I was thinking this, I grabbed the man’s arm, and hoisted him out of the seat, and onto the ground. I began compressions with the girl giving breaths, but she grew scared at the man’s slowly changing hue and slathered mouth, and ran off, and I honestly don’t blame her. As I was about to start breaths, a bystander suddenly appeared and began giving him breaths, and I continued compressions with renewed vigor. The man lapsed in and out of heavy breathing, stopping when I stopped compressions, starting when I started, so I had to just continue, even if he was breathing. Even when breathing, the man had no pulse.
Between five to fifteen minutes later, after several more lapses of breathing and no breathing, and still no pulse at all, the ambulances came in force, with police and fire brigades. A total of three ambulances, three police vehicles, two State Emergency vehicles, a Mack Semi-Trailer truck with tow-cable attachment, and one fire engine.
After a good half hour of waiting, I heard he was taken to the hospital, and the report then was ‘Has pulse, is breathing, and has a good blood pressure.’ The report then changed to ‘In critical condition.’
I was shaken, on the brink of crying due to the stress of not knowing the state of the man, but now I’m fine as if it hadn’t happened. No students were hit or injured, and none of the fourteen elderly on the bus at the time were injured.
I’ve been told up to 100 times today that what I did was ‘perfect’ and that ‘I couldn’t have done the righter thing’. I was also congratulated a few hundred times, had my hand shaken more than twice by several people, and I was told that, because of my quick, and precise, efforts, the result of the man’s life has been drastically improved, and if he lives, it will weigh solely on my actions.
So, yeah. I was a Big Damn Hero today.
I don’t feel like it though.
All I kept saying is, “I did what I could.” to every piece of praise I was given. It was like an automated response.
But it’s true. I did what I could.
I did what I could…
I just hope I did it quick enough.
I’m not falling for that one. YOU CAN’T GET ME WORLD! OH NO! I’M WATCHING YOU!!
Ahem. So. Hi. I’m Balketh, and this is my Blogforge, where I forge a blog. Hopefully I can put it to some personal use, and not let it rot in the blogosphere like millions of other blogs. Hehe.
Right… Where do I start? Ah, well, I really don’t like having to talk about myself in the biographical, or introductory format, so I’ll say this: Take the plucky, young hero from any of your favourite fantasies, and take the wise old mentor, and mash the two together. Take that lovely squishy… Thing, and put it in the head of a big body, and there you go.
Want to know what I like, what I don’t like? Want to find out that I can be a cruel, opinionated bastard, but it’s really me just being blunt and defensive, all while I hide my soft inner self, and yet yearn and pine secretly to be loved?
Well, you just kinda DID find out, but, meh, you’ll find out in more detail if you read the other crap in this blog. Essentially, the main page will be for news/updates, and I’ll categorize everything else, because I’m a neat-freak like that on rare occasions – Hey! You just learned something about Balketh! You leveled up to level 2!
Right, so, basically, I’ll be whining, bitching, jabbering, and etc, on me, my life, and the semi-interesting things that happen in it.
Man, I’ve just been jabbering on and on… Time to FINISH HIM!!
FATALITY!!!
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