You've been in EMS too long when:

My original purpose of having a blog was to put some EMS humor up every now n then. I'm sure some of you have seen this stuff before, but oh well. Here's the first of several installments.

You've been in EMS too long When:

• When S.O.B. now means Shortness Of Breath and not necessarily how you feel about a person.
• When your spouse/significant other has his/her hands on you and the reason is practicing patient assessment, not passion.
• When you're on ambulance duty, you go home, and your own dog won't let you into the house because it no longer recognizes you.
• When members of the opposite sex are in the same vehicle in various states of half-dress and nobody notices enough to mention it or to be embarrassed.
• When the word "Latex" no longer immediately brings to mind safe sex, but the gloves that you wear.
• When family pets clear a path when they hear the tones drop so they won't get mowed over.
• When caffeine becomes a sedative.
• When you meet a person and your first thought is "Wow, look at those veins".
• When a silent and motionless child is no longer a desired sight.
• When you notice that your worst Non-EMS hair day isnt even close to your best EMS hair day, and neither you nor your partner care about it anymore.
• You know all of your frequent fliers' medical histories better than they do.
• When starting your P.O.V. you reach for the "Battery On" switch. (I do know a few ppl that require a battery switch due to the number of lights on their vehicle)
• When the utterance of the dreaded "Q word" on a slow shift causes people to start throwing objects at the person who said it.

Thats it for now, i'll do some more later.

"You'll have some of the best times you'll never remember with me, Alcohol"

Ah yes.
Halloween weekend. one of the more popular party weekends.
This year was no exception. I wound up at the bar i usually hang out at after cruising all over the place... Went to a nice lil bar to start, not far from the lil city i work in... I got as far as the front door. Scenery was nice inside, but i wasnt in the mood to fork over 1/4 of my beer money for the evening for a cover charge... So i drove thru a lil town between here and there that has a few bars and it was pretty busy there... Except one bar had the good old cover charge again and the other place just looked kinda shady... So i figured i'd head back to check out some bars around home now that it was later in the evening... The bar i went to last year that was totally crazy only had about 5 cars in the parkin lot this year. sooo, i went back up to my regular place, which was actually pretty busy. Then shortly after i got there, a large group of ppl showed up ready to continue the party from the last bar they were at. When they started walkin in, i realized that among them was Cory, a very good friend of mine; his gf Tana, and a few other ppl i was familiar with. Cory was the same guy who i was supposed to hang out with that day anyway. Cory, Tana, and i went out wednesday night for a while and had planned on meeting up for the party last night, just never got around to callin each other. So anyway, we all hung out up there for a while, got good and tipsy, listened to a very well stocked jukebox (alot of the girls were dancin. i think this bar attracted most of the "skimpiest costume possible" girls), and just had a good ol' time. Except when i was stuck on the dance floor, beet red, while Tana tried to teach me how to dance. YAH. Aint happenin. i can do your basic slow dance, but anything beyond that, fuhgeddaboutit. Anyway, hung out there for a while, everyone piled into Tana's mom's van and drove back to their place. (Yes, the driver was sober. nobody was in any condition to drive, other than her). Along the way, we had to do a rapid pullover cuz somebody on the van had a Yack Attack. other than that, the ride back was uneventful. Back at Tana's mom's place, one of the girls continued the yack attack then passed out on the couch, then her sister lit her hair on fire (not Pukie's hair, her own hair). I'm not talkin a little flicker, i'm talkin i look up and there's a plume of white smoke lingering above the table. We all laughed our asses off for a while (including the girl who's hair got lit). What happened was she lit one of those big scented candles, pushed it in front of her, then during a spurt of laughter proceeded to flop her head down in mid-chuckle, dropping her hair right into the candle. No harm done though. just funny, but somethin ya dont want repeated.
Not much else happened after that, just hung out with Cory for a while then we all crashed. I woke up way too damn early this mornin. woke up at like 7:20 with a raging headache.
drove home a bit later and passed out again for way too long, which wasted most of the day. ah well, the price of partying. I'm gettin close to that stage where the aftermath of gettin drunk is starting to outweigh the partying and getting drunk... maybe its time to slow it down? We'll see.
Anyway, not much else is new, just enjoying paramedic class, spending every monday and thursday in stitches of laughter for half the class, and jaws dropped to the tune of "Did he just say what i think he said?" for the other half. He's a damn good teacher though.
Hopefully next time i write here there'll be something more interesting to talk about than drunks and halloween parties.

Ticketitus, Ice Pack Attack, and early snowfall.

Yep, its been a fun week.
Paramedic class is in motion and right now we're in ethics, med/legal, blah blah blah. ya know, the CYA stuff but not the "Fun" stuff yet. I'd heard rumors of the sheer mass of the paramedic book, but Damn! "It's 'Uge tom, it's 'Uuuuuuuuuugggggggaaahh" 2100 pages or somethin like that. Ya know what I say? "Bring it on!"

So back to the title, one thing at a time...
I worked 1600-0000 a few days ago at QVA and started out the shift with a call for chest pains in a vehicle, PD on scene. So we get up there and it did not take us long to figure out that it was a local yokel with ticket-induced chest pain. She totally earned the ticket though... drove by the police station at about 50 (in a 30 zone), officer pulled out after her, clocked her after she went through a stop sign (the legal way, believe it or not) and after she went thru the sign, floored it. back up to 60 in a 30 with a badge on her ass... so after she turned at the next sign and gunned it goin up the hill outta town, pd hit his lights and pulled her over, she started flippin out, this that and the other thing... so officer went back to his car and she proceeded to get out of her car and start walking up the road. Mr Police man did not like this, told her to get in the car, she started having hot flashes, chest pain, the usual classic symptoms of ticketitus. Anyway, she signed off, bitched and moaned to us ambolance people about the officers attitude (which made his day). he was laughin whenever he wasnt talkin to her. so she got her ticket and went on her merry way, but not before almost whackin another car head on as she pulled out around the ambulance...

Then later on we had an EMS call up north for injuries from a fall. Got up there, jumped outta the rig, started walkin toward the house, and FD came out from behind the house with the Pt. on a board. Got her in the rig, warmin up (cuz she'd been outside for about an hour when it was in the 40s). On the way to the hospital i was breakin out ice packs cuz her knee hurt and she had a pretty nice goose egg on her head. The Ice pack for the head was fine. The ice pack for her knee on the other hand, struck a cold, brutal, embarassing revenge. All i wanted to do was activate the pack and put it on the poor womans knee when the ice pack said "Aha! Revenge shall be mine!!!!" Most ice packs i've used are those ones you have to just about punch to get to pop (my boss is cheap, she gets the bad ones) but by some unknown fluke, we had the ones you can pop with a mild squeeze... So i grabbed it, squeezed, and heard pop-pooosh! (pop being little bag of water bursting, pooosh being the entire bag exploding) Now, there are 2 directions such a bursting is going to travel. One being all over the pt, and 2 being, you guessed it, smack dab in the middle of my lap. Let me tell ya, if you've never had the thrill of the contents of an ice pack dousing your nether regions, it is, to say the least, refreshing.
Of course, fight or flight response kicked in, almost causing me to create NY's first convertible meat wagon. I was dancin around the back of the rig, trying to brush off the little chunks of ammonium nitrate that were all over me, then grabbing at towels in an attempt to dry off.
In the meantime, the other EMT who was in the back (QVA runs 3 person crews) was laughin her ass off and the pt was lying there trying her hardest not to laugh, even though i was laughin at myself. I can only imagine what the driver of the vehicle behind us was thinkin as i was dancin around the back of the rig. I wound up staying outside when we got to the hospital due to the large wet spot on the front of my pants. It was amusing, but not amusing enough to share with the entire ED staff, which i'm sure would have made their night.

Now for part 3 of the title.
Its not snowing here yet, but it's supposed to before wednesday night. Higher elevations are supposed to get up to 7 inches of wet snow over the next few days, but the lower elevations might see some accumulation tomorrow night. I have a feeling this winter is gonna be brutal. around here, it usually goes "the hotter the summer the worse the winter" and this summer was a scorcher here. we had, i believe, right around 30 days where it was 90 or better. we had one day this summer actually hit triple digits. 101 at 330 pm one day this summer. Thats pretty warm for upstate NY.

well, it's gettin late (or early depending on your outlook.)

Talk to ya soon

A&P is done, Paramagic is about to begin

A&P is finally over. Phew. And i managed to do pretty good in it. I think i got a 96 on the final and a 95 overall, or maybe its the other way around. My sister is kinda peeved at me. I quote: "You totally Suck! I studied my butt off and you barely cracked the book and you still did better than me!!!" Those were her words when she heard my score. My mom kind of felt the same way. I suppose i ought to mention that my mom, sister, and I are all taking the paramedic class. My sister and i are takin the original which starts in...16.5 hours and my mom is takin the advanced standing class, because she's already a Medic (or Level 3, or Critical Care Tech, whatever ya wanna call it) That starts right after Christmas. So i think the sibling rivalry has begun. My sister already made mention of kickin my ass on our first module exam. We will see, little sister, we will see. I think it's all in what you study and how you take the test. some people read too hard into tests and that can bite ya in the ass. The way i test is i look at a question and if the answer is a "gimme", no problem. If its somethin i'm not sure of, i can pretty much knock out 2 possible answers using the process of elimination, then if i'm still not sure, i've got a 50/50 chance at it.
So anyway, life isnt that bad with the exception of no full time employment. I'm probably gonna be driving bus for a few months but thats probably gonna take a few weeks to get in motion (no pun intended). Then in january, barring any unforseen circumstances, i go full time with an ambulance. As much as i'd love to be a bum for the next few months, my car payment and insurance and other stuff kinda require the paychecks to start comin again. not to mention paying for paramedic class. One ambulance i work for only pays for full-timers classes, and the other ambulance would reimburse me at the end. Yah right. Pay for the class out of pocket, then get it refunded and be stuck in Sh-t town for 3-5 years? I'm sorry. I do kind of enjoy the conveniences of small town life, but not this small town. It's like a cross between Varsity Blues and Pleasantville. You know, high school football, N.Y. Yankees, and highly apathetic residents. You would not believe the level of apathy in this town. I'm not even gonna get into it this time.
I would really rather live in the middle of absolutely nowhere, surrounded by woods, fishing streams, the occasional field/meadow, and a healthy population of huge whitetail deer.
Remember that book, My Side of the Mountain? I've always kinda dreamed about doing that. I'm not really that much of a hardcore Boondocker, but the thought has always appealed to me.
Well, i gotta go to bed.
Tomorrow is gonna be halfway busy. Study for CDL permit test, hopefully go Take CDL Permit test, tie up some loose ends here and there, then go dive into the paramedic class.
Let the fun begin!

The easiest code I never worked.

I worked the past few overnights at small city ambulance (henceforth referred to as V.O.)
Sunday night was cool. The emergency line did not ring once from 5pm sunday to 8am monday. it was a beautiful thing. You could tell that people were getting bored and antsy, because after a while, the ball busting, practical jokes, and relatively good-natured harrassment started kickin in big time. It was quite amusing. You all know how it gets. you have the random gags played on random crew members, then you have that one person who is just a glutton for punishment. You know, he's about 5'7", 120 lbs soakin wet, and always harasses the guys 2 times his size. It's amusing, really. It's like watching a hyperactive chihuahua pestering a St. Bernard. Big dog is sittin there mindin his own, then yappy lil dog starts jumpin around, makin noise, snappin at big dogs jowls... yeah. Shortly after little guy was pestering bigger guys, they grabbed him, stuffed him on the couch and proceeded to try to make a human pretzel out of him. Now a normal, sane person would say after that "Ok, these boys can tie me up in knots with ease, so i'll just take it easy for now." But as you all know, normal, sane people do not exist in EMS as a general rule.
So shortly after getting pretzeled, this kid is standin there in the middle on the lounge holding a water bottle. Now both of his tormentors/tormentees (I say this because it is a mutual affair. He torments them until they cant resist anymore and torment him in return) are in the immediate vicinity. The larger of the 2 is about 4 feet away from him with no obstacles in between, and the other is leaning over the couch talkin and keepin an eye on the TV. so what does pretzel boy do? starts talking to medic #2 (leaning over couch), takes slight step forward, then proceeds to make a sharp forward motion with the water bearing hand while squeezing the topless water bottle.... Direct Hit! Could not have hit medic more perfectly. A perfectly aimed shot of Raspberry Dasani right off the end of the nose, all over the face, and down the shirt. Don't ask who had the raspberry water in the first place. it was just sittin around. Anyway, all the rest of us start laughing, because we realize that pretzel boy just instigated another round of some kind of torture. So Medic #2 walks to the linen closet, pulls out a towel, dries off, then goes after pretzel boy. Nothin bad happened, pretzel boy just got pretty wet himself on several occasions over the next hour or so... wound up having to throw his uniform shirt in the dryer, so he cut a few holes in a hospital pillowcase and wore it around as a shirt. So that will give you an idea as to this kids' stature. That was pretty much the extent of that fun sunday. I couldnt sleep so i spent most of the night on the computer once everyone else went to bed. slept from about 5am ish to 730am ish, came back to hometown and worked hometown ambulance (henseforth known as QVA) So i got to sleep from 830 til about noon when we had a call for an OD up north... Routine transport, uneventful, other than all the construction on the way to the hospital... turnin a 2 lane into a 4-5 lane. yeah. its cramped.
anyway, the rest of that shift was uneventful, so around 330 i got cleaned up, and i left to head back to VO shortly after 4pm, which was when i got off duty from QVA.
I got back to VO, and the place is almost empty. 4 rigs are out and the only other EMS person there was Medic #2 from the night before. So we're just hangin around, i pulled my dinner out of the fridge, ate it, put down my fork and heard "***** Rescue, Medical Emergency, 70's male, unresponsive, CPR in progress." Being as how we cover that particular fire district, anyone within earshot would have heard 2 people (Medic and I) uttering various words and phrases of displeasure and dismay.
Now this is where the "Easiest code I never worked" phrase comes in.
Medic and I get in the truck and start haulin ass to the scene. I'm not too familiar with this fire district, so imagine my surprise when medic tells me that we're gonna beat the FD because it's right up the road from quarters.
We turned onto the road that this call is on, we're looking for the address, and up ahead we see some guy who appears to be fire police, and he's doin the windmill. So we get up to him, hit the brakes, and then he motions us to go farther. so we go a little more and my medic is already pissed about the windmill guy. If you're gonna flag an ambulance down, be in front of the house we're goin to, ya know? So we drive a little farther and it would appear from the addresses that we've passed the house. So we turn around, head back toward windmill guy, get near him, and he immediately goes back into windmill mode, then starts pointing behind us and motioning for us to turn around again. So we stop, i roll down my window, and say something along the lines of "Is this the house?" and he says "No! You gotta go back that way!!!" to which my medic (Who is driving) yells "Well if it's up there then why the f*ck are you wavin us down here?!" I dont think the windmill heard that comment though. So we whip a U-ey again, fly back down the road, and by this point i'm thinkin "This is gonna be ugly." I'm sure you're familiar with the phrase "Shit rolls downhill", and you know its gonna be ugly when the shit starts rollin before you even get there. So we get to an interstection and by now, medic is livid due to human windmills and bad directions. The only saving grace was that i looked over and saw a blue light thru the trees, pointed it out to the medic, and we finished our cluster littered journey. My medic was about ready to kill Mr. Windmill, because once we found the house, it turns out that Mr. Windmill was about 1/2 mile down the road from our destination. Apparently, my medic mentioned the situation to the fire chief, who was not amused either.
We jump out of the truck, i grab the Airway bag, Suction, ALS back, Medic grabs the monitor, we make a beeline for the door. Medic steps in, i hear a few words exchanged, followed by my medic saying "What? He's awake??" .......... So i start to back up a little and in pours the fire department, who is still under the impression that we have a paws up patient in the house.
Once medic hears the story, he tells me to go put everything away and get the stretcher and a stair chair. We got him out of the house and to the hospital uneventfully. Turns out the guy came inside his house and went down. Has a history of CVA, TIA, etc etc. so they figured he had a mini stroke or somethin... I'd like to know where the whole "CPR in progress" message came from.
My rather efficient imagination concocted some cruel story about calls getting switched between the 911 calltaker and dispatch... We get called for a code and show up to some guy who just had a TIA or syncopal episode, and some other dept. gets called for a syncopal episode/TIA and shows up to find some poor soul ART (Assuming Room Temperature)... Strictly my imagination, mind you. I dont believe that actually occured.
Why can't more codes be like that guy? It'd make life a lot easier. He did have somethin goin on though, because i asked the medic about his rythm (Which i was watching on the monitor in the hall by the nurses station) and the guy had PVC's, PAC's, elevated T-waves, and A-Fib.
Anyway, that call was the highlight of the evening. I had 2 more calls over the course of the night once i was paired up with one of the paramedics on the shift... Medic #2 was just there fillin in til everyone else got back. But yeah, the other 2 were nothin big, both BLS... one was an ankle injury that wanted to go to a hospital about 25-30 miles away around 2100, and then we had some guy with shoulder pain around 0400 who we took to the close hospital, with was only about 5-10 minutes from where the call was.
Well, i have other stuff to write about, but this has gotten way too long as it is and i need to go make some coffee.
So i'll write more sometime soon.
Peace

Mahogany Ridge

I need to get a life.
I've closed the Mahogany Ridge 4 nights in a row now. No, i'm not a raging alcoholic, just an extremely bored guy who has found a cool place to hang out. Most of my money spent at MR has gone into the Extreme Hunting game the last few days. Yeah, i've had a brew or 2 a night, but i havent been getting wasted... I'm between jobs and bored out of my mind. The bartender/owner is cool, we've been hangin around, talkin about hunting and all that other good shit you talk about when you live in East Ass Adalia. So Anatomy and Physiolgy is over as i mentioned last time i wrote, paramedic starts thursday. Maybe thats why i've been just goin with the flow lately... enjoying my last taste of freedom until december on holiday break from class. Anyway, back to the bar. Wasn't even gonna go tonite. Friend of mine from the Geneva area happened to be a few towns over tonite so i went to chill with him at his sisters house where he's stayin... hung out there for a while, thought about comin home and going to bed before 4 am for the first time in 3 days, but i decided to go see how the bar was lookin. I got there, it was a moderate crowd for the size of the bar... nice little hole in the wall type... really picks up once the snow flies though. It's on one of the main snowmobile corridors, so it gets busy once the sleds start rollin.
Anyway, i hung out for a bit, kicked some ass at the hunting game, and in the middle of the game, the calvary arrived. in the course of 10 minutes or so, about 15 ppl showed up. Among them, a bunch of girls, which was nice. Some nice lookin girls too, which is unusual. The lookers don't normally end up in small, middle of nowhere bars around here.... Anyway, just hung around, closed the bar for the 4th night in a row, and here i am.
I've gotta be up at 0430, so i'm not even bothering layin down... its already 3 am.
I dont know why my internal clock has done a total 180 over the past few days... i'm draggin ass all day and ready to rumble about the time 11 pm rolls around... Odd.
So i gotta find time to study for my CDL over the weekend. Gotta take the test tuesday mornin.
Working the small city ambulance i per diem at for the next 2 overnights. should be fun. 5pm to 8 am. So i'm probably gonna spend 6am to 230 pm sleeping today... get up, go home, shower, shave, go to work. Gonna be a fun few nights. Tomorrow night we're runnin 3 crews. One of the medics on shift and I used to have problems... He has a tendency to go wayyyy overboard with the ball-busting. The past few shifts, he's been pretty damn cool though. Then again, we have a new FNG to harass... and let me tell ya, new FNG is a glutton for punishment.
Then monday night i'm workin with an awesome crew. 2 crews on monday night, and both of the paramedics are great. the other emt is pretty cool too.

So i worked a code the other day with the local small town ambulance i work for... young one. 53 y/o woman. way too young. has kids younger than me. I swear, of all the shit that goes on during a code, the worst part is the family. You're dealin fine, u get done cleanin up, sittin outside tryin to unwind, waiting for the ALS to finish the paperwork, then the ER doors open, and out comes the family of the deceased. They're all teary eyed, hurtin, and then they thank you for trying. WTF do you say to that? "I'm Sorry"? I've always hated that, especially when my grandfather died. WTF are you sorry for? you didnt cause his death. I know its all in how ya mean it, but still. What good does "I'm Sorry" do when it comes to a death? i know it's just a variant of "My condolences", but it sounds like you have something to be sorry about when you say it. Yeah, i'm sorry we couldnt save your (insert relation title here) who just had The Big One, but saying i'm sorry almost seems like an admission of guilt. Drives me nuts. And it's still hard to say I'm sorry, or my condolences. their loved ones' life just slipped through your hands like grains of sand, there was nothin that could be done about it, and nothing you say can make it hurt any less. UGH. i dont know. i think i'm starting to ramble. Just wanted to get that off my chest.
So lets see, on to happier things, if i can find em... Hmmmm...
Had our FD Open House today... showin off the new trucks. they are SWEET. Twin American LaFrance Metropolitans, Black and Chrome with FDNY style stripes. I know, i know. "WTF? Black fire trucks?!" Yeah yeah, kwitcherbitchin. The look amazing. They may not sound all that nice, but once you lay eyes on em, they grow on ya quick.
How did we end up with black trucks, you might ask? We had a vote. Our normal truck color has been yellow (Not slime lime, regular old bright yellow) and white. the decision was pretty much between our standard yellow/white, Chicago style (Black over Red), or Black. Black won the vote 8-5-3. Even the ppl who were bitchin about the trucks bein black were sittin there droolin with the rest of us when we got em.

Well, i'm gonna end this with a very random thought:

Have you noticed that in almost all of the recent movies and commercials with talking animals, the raccoons have Italian accents? Whats up with that?

Alright. Time to go make some coffee. My mind craves it's clarifying qualities.
Talk to you soon, and remember: A closed mouth gathers no foot. (That comes in especially handy on shit calls.)
Cya

Will this one work?

Don't ya love it?
you spend an hour doing nothing but tryin to get a good intro blog together, you finish, hit publish, and...... all that work gets lost in the vast space of the internet. Yep, happened to me a week or 2 ago when i tried starting my own blog here. Oh well.
So I'm still trying to get used to this whole blog thing... Normally if i just start writing because i'm bored, it's on paper. It's alot safer, for lack of better wording... But who cares. Here i am!
I'm Adam, 22/m/ny. And no, not NYC. If i had a dollar for everytime someone hears i'm from NY and says somethin like "Ohhh, so how's life in the big city?" I wouldn't need a job... Which i need right now. Went in for an interview at a local relatively big city ambulance service today... well, yesterday now... My interviewers gave me the whole deal about all that was involved in getting started, and wow. LOTS OF TIME. So i'm gonna start there in January unless something 'uge changes... Now all i gotta do is find a job for the time between now and then.
I'm takin a paramedic class. We just finished up Anatomy and Physiology. what a cluster. I do extend some sympathy for the instructor because it was his first time teaching EMS students. Anyone familiar with this unique group of individuals (EMS personnel) knows that that is no easy task. The guy was kinda getting on some peoples bad sides because they did not like his teaching style, but then he pretty much signed his own death warrant when he commited one of EMS's biggest pet peeves. C'mon all you EMS people, you know what happened. He referred to us all as Ambulanc Drivers... He was talkin about how you gotta be careful collaring Down's Syndrome kids because of some ligament problem in the neck, then he said "I dont know if they teach you ambulance drivers that stuff or not, but i just thought it was an interesting fact." Ouch. Cold, doc... real cold. The thing is, i dont think the guy even realized that he was teaching paramedic students until about a week before the final... We told him we needed our scores asap so we could know how we did before paramedic class started and he was like "Paramedic class? what do you mean, paramedic class". Yeeeup, so much for the BSA motto of Be Prepared...
So anyway, I've been a basic emt for 4 years, firefighter for 5... currently Lieutenant/Medical Officer for the FD i Vol for... been there 4 years now. I like it. We have a bit of everything around us... Wilderness, State highway, rather popular lake with the boaters and the fishermen, its nice. The area is not too rural but not too overpopulated either.
other than that i work for a few area ambulances per deim... one in a small city and one within sight of the edge of the world... Anybody ever hear the phrase "Osceola, My Ass"? If you know which Osceola I'm talkin about, you will agree that it's pretty much on the edge of nowhere. actually, i think its on the other side of the border of nowhere.
Well, i have one of those useless job interviews tomorrow. Ya know what i'm talkin about... Only taking the interview as a screening for a job, but you have no intention of taking it due to that little fact of life named "Stuff changes"...
Well, it's 4 am and it is wayyyy past my bedtime... wait a minute... i think i gave up my right to sleep when i got that little multi-colored card that says EMT-Basic on it... so if you give up your right to sleep with your basic card, what do you give up for that card that says paramedic? I've heard various things.... A year of your life, the rest of your life, your sanity, pretty much everything... Whatever. Roll with the punches and kick some ass at whatever it is you do so you can laugh and send a one fingered wave to the dinks that laughed at ya when you announced your intentions. I've got a few of them myself to dish out once this is all said and done.
Talk to ya soon