How about a Believe it or Not stories!!

[blowry]

I'll start!

When I was around 10 yrs old...just a few years back LOL ( I wish!)
my grandfather raised chickens (yes for eating). He also had a rooster so...he would get baby chicks too! Well, I asked him for a fertilized egg.

We had the type of radiators that were cast iron...not the aluminum ones of today. The way my bedroom was I had them that were on two walls making a nice corner incubator...I also had wall to wall carpeting. I took some hay from Pepe along with the egg and placed it in the corner of the radiator....I would turn it everyday (I saw baby chicks being born at the Science Museum so thought...I am going to try this!) It takes 21 days for a chick to be born. I told my Mom that I could hear clicking inside the egg. Of course she played the game with me but, really thought I was out of my mind! On the 21st my Mom told me that there probably wasn't anything inside the egg besides an egg and told me to open it ...I cracked the egg open and there was a full size chick in it!! If I had waited another day or 2 it probably would have hatched on it's own.


Believe it or Not!

[Tink]

Awwwwwwwwwwww poor chickie!

When I was working on the ambulance service, things were still done the old fashioned way. We were on-call from our homes and rushed to the ambulance as needed. When we did CPR it was mouth to mouth without masks or appliances of any kind. More often than not, when you do CPR, the patient ends up losing the contents of their stomach from the strenuous chest compressions; so the person doing the respirations ended up getting a taste of their last meal.

On one occassion I was called and told since the patient was located between my house and the ambulance, I should go directly to the scene and the ambulance would meet me there. I beat the ambulance by several minutes, and found a lady whose family had dropped in for a visit and found her dead in bed. I pulled her onto the floor and started CPR with her family members standing over us wide eyed and frantic.

She'd obviously gotten up and had strawberries and cream for breakfast, then gone back to bed; probably because she didn't feel well. So there I was, doing CPR by myself when her breakfast decided to come back up directly into my mouth just as my partners came running in. The family members never even noticed as I spit out her breakfast and continued CPR while the other EMTs scooped her onto the stretcher and rolled her away.
When we got to the hospital, one of the nurses met me with a bottle of mouthwash, so obviously one of my partners had noticed. LOL
BLECH!

Believe it or Not!

[Janet]

Oh Tink, my stomach is just rolling! Time for me to move to another thread.

[blowry]

Awwwwwwwwwwww poor chickie!

When I was working on the ambulance service, things were still done the old fashioned way. We were on-call from our homes and rushed to the ambulance as needed. When we did CPR it was mouth to mouth without masks or appliances of any kind. More often than not, when you do CPR, the patient ends up losing the contents of their stomach from the strenuous chest compressions; so the person doing the respirations ended up getting a taste of their last meal.

On one occassion I was called and told since the patient was located between my house and the ambulance, I should go directly to the scene and the ambulance would meet me there. I beat the ambulance by several minutes, and found a lady whose family had dropped in for a visit and found her dead in bed. I pulled her onto the floor and started CPR with her family members standing over us wide eyed and frantic.

She'd obviously gotten up and had strawberries and cream for breakfast, then gone back to bed; probably because she didn't feel well. So there I was, doing CPR by myself when her breakfast decided to come back up directly into my mouth just as my partners came running in. The family members never even noticed as I spit out her breakfast and continued CPR while the other EMTs scooped her onto the stretcher and rolled her away.
When we got to the hospital, one of the nurses met me with a bottle of mouthwash, so obviously one of my partners had noticed. LOL
BLECH!

Believe it or Not!


EWWWW! Did she survive?

[Tink]

Sorry Janet, obviously I don't tell that story often. It just isn't good party conversation.

No Brenda, sadly she didn't.

[DianaB]

I can handle a lot of nasty things, but Tink, I couldn't do that!

[Forgivenmom5]

I admire you, Tink. That is TRUELY putting someone else before yourself.

[Gina]

Tink you are one special lady I will say. Not many including myself could do that :thumbup:

[Chandra Amaya]

I know alot of you have said you couldn't do it but when you are faced with the situation & know what you should do, you react first & think later. I think the hardest part of the medical field is holding someone's hand & being strong while they die. You do it without thinking but after they are gone & you have cleaned & prepared the body, that's when you lose it. I would go outside & cry everytime. I thought you would lose this as you got more used to it. I only did it for about 6 yrs but I never did. Every death still affected me that way. I'm sorry she didn't make it Tink. I hope you know you did everything you could & tried your best.

[Ponyup]

When my mom was little, 4 or 5 she was out playing in the play house (actually build out of wood not a plastic one) & stepped on a nail (she was wearing shoes). It went through the shoe, through her foot & out the top. My grandma heard her screaming & had to go pull her off the board. Believe it or not.

[Tink]

Right Traci!
The clinical training takes over and you just do it. There were many times I went home and fell apart after, but I never fell apart at the scene. What was reallly hard was that living in a rural area that I'd grown up in, I did know many of my patients or their families. The absolute hardest though was when a child would die. Those always hurt the most and longest.

[blowry]

When my mom was little, 4 or 5 she was out playing in the play house (actually build out of wood not a plastic one) & stepped on a nail (she was wearing shoes). It went through the shoe, through her foot & out the top. My grandma heard her screaming & had to go pull her off the board. Believe it or not.



OUCH! I've done that before but, it didn't come through the other side. Hurt like heck though!

[goofywife]

My dad had been in the hospital for a few days. I was visiting him on Wednesday He said the angels were with him and he was going home on Monday. I said yeah Dad your going home. He no I really mean it, I am going home on Monday.

Since, we promised him he would not die in the hospital we brought him hom on Saturday. On Monday he went home to the lord, just like he said.

[Lissa]

Mum can correct me if I'm wrong, but if I am that means they lied to me ;)

When I was born my folks were expecting a boy, so when I came out a girl they didn't have a name ready. My dad went home for the night and Mum and I were in the hospital(she had a C-section, I was cross-legged and breach so they didn't have a choice). My mum thought it over and decided she thought Melissa was a neat name and was gonna tell my dad when he got there the next morning. Well when he got there, before Mum said anything, he said that he thought Melissa would be a good name. So they came up with the same name independently.

[blowry]

My dad had been in the hospital for a few days. I was visiting him on Wednesday He said the angels were with him and he was going home on Monday. I said yeah Dad your going home. He no I really mean it, I am going home on Monday.

Since, we promised him he would not die in the hospital we brought him hom on Saturday. On Monday he went home to the lord, just like he said.


I am so sorry to hear of your dad's passing. Sounds like he saw a better place to be. I do believe that when we die we see our loved ones that have passed, God and angles. Almost like the are there to gently take our hands and lead us to a better place. When My grandmother died (several years ago) she saw her brothers (passed on) looking at her through the window. She also saw my cousin (that had passed 3 years before) in the corner of the bedroom.) A big smile came onto my grams face. We knew she was going to a better place....with no pain.

[Lopsi]

My grandfather was like a Dad to me. He passed in 2001, but the night before he passed, he reached his hands up into the air and and said, "Hi Dorothy, I'm ready, let's go home."

Everyone puzzled over who Dorothy was for a long time. No one wanted to ask my grandmother because they were scared Dorothy was an old flame or something. Finally, someone mentioned it to her... her reply?

Dorothy was his 2 year old sister who died a few months before he was born. He had never met her, but he grew up knowing that his big sister Dorothy was watching over him. And he finally got to meet her that day.

[judy]

My mother always told me that I was born with a caul, which was considered good luck. Sue sold it to a sailor because the belief was that they would never drown at sea if they had a caul.

(I just looked it up: In medieval times the appearance of a caul on a newborn baby was seen as a sign of good luck. It was considered an omen that the child was destined for greatness. Gathering the caul onto paper was considered an important tradition of childbirth: the midwife would rub a sheet of paper across the baby's head and face, pressing the material of the caul onto the paper. The caul would then be presented to the mother, to be kept as an heirloom.

Over the course of European history, a popular legend developed suggesting that possession of a baby's caul would give its bearer good luck and protect that person from death by drowning. Cauls were therefore highly prized by sailors. Medieval women often sold these cauls to sailors for large sums of money; a caul was regarded as a valuable talisman.)