Yup
Monday, 30 November 2009
I take that back...
I guess you are pretty amazing after all.
Mmmm so, busy weekend. Great time, paranormal activity, 2012, frankie & benny;s, babies.
Babies are gorgeous, all wrinkly and pink and cute with teeny noses and lips.
I'm listening to Joni Mitchell right now "you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone" she's so right. I'm not letting any of the incredible people in my life slip through fingers, if I can help it. I guess, we should steer clear of the energy drinks and keep away from the booze :)
Lykke Li is also worth a mention, her music is sooo nice!
Thursday, 26 November 2009
I think you've forgotten that I exist.
Yes, so er, if you are still interested please let me know.
feeling a bit unwanted over here... ?
feeling a bit unwanted over here... ?
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
I LOVE PARAMEDICS
I do. I love paramedics. They are amazing. I want to be a paramedic.
I have had several experiences involving paramedics, pretty much every single one of them involving the summer of '08.
I'll never forget the time I was finishing up my paper round, when I saw an ambulance drive past the old people's home, I was thinking "oh God, I love the old people, please don't let them die" I watched the ambulance drive past, lucky the old people were fine, the ambulance was driving up the corner of the rode I was standing on, standing still, listening as the sirens wailed like monkeys. I saw the ambulance indicate as it turned up my road, I was thinking "please let it not be Jean's heart again" I love Jean. I followed it up the road and wasn't too surprised when I discovered the paramedics unloading all their gear outside my house. "here we go again" were the words, I recall, travelling through my brain. Yesss my father is a drunk twat, and he drunkenly decided that he was 'having a stroke' and therefore, phoned and ambulance, what a load bollocks, well they took him away regardless, giving us time to clean up the maggots and shit, until he was checked out later that day :) It was probably the third time we'd had paramedics at the house, before I'd moved in with my nan.
Now that was an exerpt of my depressing alcoholic father story for ya, now let me tell you why I love paramedics:
Well, these paramedics that came to the house were pretty awesome, they were two sexy women and they were very nice, one of them looked like the lesbian paramedic, Dixie, from casualty and the other was tall and skinny with long dark hair, they were both proper nice to my dad, even with him falling in and out of conciousness as he swigged on his whisky. He was being proper rude to them as well, they were going to just leave him there at first, seeing as there was nothing wrong with him, other than the fact that he was a drunk twat, so they had no grounds to take him away on, so he just lazed around, at this point, my mum was getting desperate, seeing as our front room was full of maggots and other disgusting bodyily fluids, so the paramedics, showed some mercy, they offered to take my dad upstairs for a bath, that was a very brave thing to do, seeing my dad in the nudey pants. Sooooo they did that, and they discovered he had a massive infection on his leg, so they did have to take him to hospital. It was at this point they spent four hours trying to get him out of the bath, dressed and back in to the ambulance, whilst my nan and I cleared up downstairs. These paramedics were amazing. They did us a massive favour, if they hadn't done that, my dad probably would have died from the infection, seeing as he was too drrunk to control it, he needed to go for regular check ups to see if the infection was going away. Eventually I think it went away, but he lives in the YMCA now, so he's still a drunk. I'm not upset by it though, tbh, I fint it quite amusing, I wrote him a christmas card the other day, anyone ever sent a christmas card to the YMCA? Well I am planning on posting it there.
Yes so basically, paramedics do so much for us, if you think about it, they may not enjoy bathing drunk alcoholics, but they do it, they probably don't enjoy scrubbing down unhygienic old ladies, but they still do it regardless, they are such an important part of our society! Screw casualty! The real hardcore lovers are out there in big white vans with flashing lights! I want to be one of those lovers, they are hot hot hot. You don't need to go to medical school either to become paramedics, so that won't be too bad!
sorry if I've depressed you with my sad father story, but here's a nice picture of a man in green shorts, doing what Mike Byrne is probably doing right now.
I have had several experiences involving paramedics, pretty much every single one of them involving the summer of '08.
I'll never forget the time I was finishing up my paper round, when I saw an ambulance drive past the old people's home, I was thinking "oh God, I love the old people, please don't let them die" I watched the ambulance drive past, lucky the old people were fine, the ambulance was driving up the corner of the rode I was standing on, standing still, listening as the sirens wailed like monkeys. I saw the ambulance indicate as it turned up my road, I was thinking "please let it not be Jean's heart again" I love Jean. I followed it up the road and wasn't too surprised when I discovered the paramedics unloading all their gear outside my house. "here we go again" were the words, I recall, travelling through my brain. Yesss my father is a drunk twat, and he drunkenly decided that he was 'having a stroke' and therefore, phoned and ambulance, what a load bollocks, well they took him away regardless, giving us time to clean up the maggots and shit, until he was checked out later that day :) It was probably the third time we'd had paramedics at the house, before I'd moved in with my nan.
Now that was an exerpt of my depressing alcoholic father story for ya, now let me tell you why I love paramedics:
Well, these paramedics that came to the house were pretty awesome, they were two sexy women and they were very nice, one of them looked like the lesbian paramedic, Dixie, from casualty and the other was tall and skinny with long dark hair, they were both proper nice to my dad, even with him falling in and out of conciousness as he swigged on his whisky. He was being proper rude to them as well, they were going to just leave him there at first, seeing as there was nothing wrong with him, other than the fact that he was a drunk twat, so they had no grounds to take him away on, so he just lazed around, at this point, my mum was getting desperate, seeing as our front room was full of maggots and other disgusting bodyily fluids, so the paramedics, showed some mercy, they offered to take my dad upstairs for a bath, that was a very brave thing to do, seeing my dad in the nudey pants. Sooooo they did that, and they discovered he had a massive infection on his leg, so they did have to take him to hospital. It was at this point they spent four hours trying to get him out of the bath, dressed and back in to the ambulance, whilst my nan and I cleared up downstairs. These paramedics were amazing. They did us a massive favour, if they hadn't done that, my dad probably would have died from the infection, seeing as he was too drrunk to control it, he needed to go for regular check ups to see if the infection was going away. Eventually I think it went away, but he lives in the YMCA now, so he's still a drunk. I'm not upset by it though, tbh, I fint it quite amusing, I wrote him a christmas card the other day, anyone ever sent a christmas card to the YMCA? Well I am planning on posting it there.
Yes so basically, paramedics do so much for us, if you think about it, they may not enjoy bathing drunk alcoholics, but they do it, they probably don't enjoy scrubbing down unhygienic old ladies, but they still do it regardless, they are such an important part of our society! Screw casualty! The real hardcore lovers are out there in big white vans with flashing lights! I want to be one of those lovers, they are hot hot hot. You don't need to go to medical school either to become paramedics, so that won't be too bad!
sorry if I've depressed you with my sad father story, but here's a nice picture of a man in green shorts, doing what Mike Byrne is probably doing right now.
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