Sunday, August 21, 2005
Spam on my Blog?!? Oh Hell No...
First it was junk mail. Then pop-ups. They even harassed us for a while through instant messages. But now for these spammers to tag up on my personal weblog like it's a brand new brick wall on some sidestreet in Brooklyn is crossing the line.
Spyware, Adware, Cookies, Worms, Bugs, Viruses, Trojans, Dialers, Scripts, Scanners, Homepage Hijakers, Toolbars, Keyloggers... ENOUGH!!
I'm fucking pissed. And this endless flood of internet advertising has to end. Or at least be controlled.
I'm writing to my congressman. It won't do much, but what else can I do?
Now that I'm done bitching... back to current events.
I haven't updated in a while and it's been pretty busy lately.
Last week I worked at the Warped Tour and my lil bro came along with us on my ambulance. The concert was great. I saw Atreyu, My Chemical Romance, and The Offspring. I didn't get to see any other bands because I was busy transporting injured to the hospital. There were so many patients, I think we did about 80 transports.
The week went by rather quick. The regular day to day transports. Had a couple of mishaps with the ambulances over the past two weeks.
Two days before Warped Tour I got stranded in Jersey when my ambulance broke down on our way back to Columbia Hospital. We had an intoxicated patient who had gotten the shit kicked out of his and we were transferring him from Palisades General Hospital over to Columbia. That was an interesting experience. We finally got towed after another unit came to complete the patient transfer. There pictures of the towing available on my photo album.
I almost flipped the ambulance over once while responding to an emergency. It was a very frightening experience. However we made it safely to our emergency after Ryan and I almost had heart attacks ourselves.
Wednesday night we headed out to van Gogh's with Lori, Crystal, and Dana. Of course Cindy, Salzman and Soto were there as well.
On Thursday night I worked with Lyonel on the BLS overnight. That tour went well.
We all went out on Friday night. It took us forever to get out there but it was nice once we were there. It was a nice reunion. From the ESob it was Cindy, Sal, Fern, Armando, Tommy, and Nadine. Louis came out as well. From AMR it was Lori, Saltzman, Crystal, Soto, and Dana. We also brought Priscilla out. That was the source of a whole drama that night. If you have clearance, click here for details.
Louis got into a car accident that night. I found out today.
The last thing he remembers clearly was when we were all outside and Soto had pulled up in front of the lounge driving my car. It was the the last time I saw Louis that night. He asked me if I was coming back and I told him I would.
I was only going to drive Soto and Dana to Lori's car. But once we came back to the lounge the police was outside making everyone leave. Lori came close to getting arrested so we all took off in different directions.
I have to admit I forgot Louis. I feel horrible.
He called me today and told me that he remembered someone driving him home. But he cannot remember who it was. He thought it was one of us. He says he thinks that someone may have drugged him. He thinks he may have even been involved in a fight. He phone is gone. He watch is gone.
He also thinks he may have imagined someone driving him and that he may have been driving himself. Someone rear-ended him on 108th Street and then he hit a parked car. The cop asked him if he was driving drunk and Louis told him that someone else was driving but there was no one to be found. He spent the night at New York Hospital of Queens.
I feel horrible because it's not like us to leave anyone behind. Especially when they've been drinking. We never do, but the one time we did, look what happened.
Thank God he's okay. He's very weak, and his arms are useless at the moment. His ribs are bruised and he's in lots of pain. This sucks.
Well after saying all that, the rest of what I have to blog is pretty stupid but for blogging's sake, I'll put it up.
The next day I worked at AmsterJam on Randall's Island and saw Snoop Dogg, 311, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Wyclef Jean. I missed the Performances by Fat Joe and Hector El Bambino.
After the concert we all went to Life Cafe and hung for a while.
That's all the news for now.
I hope Lou figures out what the hell happened on Friday night.
Doc Out.
Spyware, Adware, Cookies, Worms, Bugs, Viruses, Trojans, Dialers, Scripts, Scanners, Homepage Hijakers, Toolbars, Keyloggers... ENOUGH!!
I'm fucking pissed. And this endless flood of internet advertising has to end. Or at least be controlled.
I'm writing to my congressman. It won't do much, but what else can I do?
Now that I'm done bitching... back to current events.
I haven't updated in a while and it's been pretty busy lately.
Last week I worked at the Warped Tour and my lil bro came along with us on my ambulance. The concert was great. I saw Atreyu, My Chemical Romance, and The Offspring. I didn't get to see any other bands because I was busy transporting injured to the hospital. There were so many patients, I think we did about 80 transports.
The week went by rather quick. The regular day to day transports. Had a couple of mishaps with the ambulances over the past two weeks.
Two days before Warped Tour I got stranded in Jersey when my ambulance broke down on our way back to Columbia Hospital. We had an intoxicated patient who had gotten the shit kicked out of his and we were transferring him from Palisades General Hospital over to Columbia. That was an interesting experience. We finally got towed after another unit came to complete the patient transfer. There pictures of the towing available on my photo album.
I almost flipped the ambulance over once while responding to an emergency. It was a very frightening experience. However we made it safely to our emergency after Ryan and I almost had heart attacks ourselves.
Wednesday night we headed out to van Gogh's with Lori, Crystal, and Dana. Of course Cindy, Salzman and Soto were there as well.
On Thursday night I worked with Lyonel on the BLS overnight. That tour went well.
We all went out on Friday night. It took us forever to get out there but it was nice once we were there. It was a nice reunion. From the ESob it was Cindy, Sal, Fern, Armando, Tommy, and Nadine. Louis came out as well. From AMR it was Lori, Saltzman, Crystal, Soto, and Dana. We also brought Priscilla out. That was the source of a whole drama that night. If you have clearance, click here for details.
Louis got into a car accident that night. I found out today.
The last thing he remembers clearly was when we were all outside and Soto had pulled up in front of the lounge driving my car. It was the the last time I saw Louis that night. He asked me if I was coming back and I told him I would.
I was only going to drive Soto and Dana to Lori's car. But once we came back to the lounge the police was outside making everyone leave. Lori came close to getting arrested so we all took off in different directions.
I have to admit I forgot Louis. I feel horrible.
He called me today and told me that he remembered someone driving him home. But he cannot remember who it was. He thought it was one of us. He says he thinks that someone may have drugged him. He thinks he may have even been involved in a fight. He phone is gone. He watch is gone.
He also thinks he may have imagined someone driving him and that he may have been driving himself. Someone rear-ended him on 108th Street and then he hit a parked car. The cop asked him if he was driving drunk and Louis told him that someone else was driving but there was no one to be found. He spent the night at New York Hospital of Queens.
I feel horrible because it's not like us to leave anyone behind. Especially when they've been drinking. We never do, but the one time we did, look what happened.
Thank God he's okay. He's very weak, and his arms are useless at the moment. His ribs are bruised and he's in lots of pain. This sucks.
Well after saying all that, the rest of what I have to blog is pretty stupid but for blogging's sake, I'll put it up.
The next day I worked at AmsterJam on Randall's Island and saw Snoop Dogg, 311, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Wyclef Jean. I missed the Performances by Fat Joe and Hector El Bambino.
After the concert we all went to Life Cafe and hung for a while.
That's all the news for now.
I hope Lou figures out what the hell happened on Friday night.
Doc Out.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege.
So about an hour after posting my last entry, as I brushed my teeth and got ready to go to bed my phone rings.
It was Jose Meza.
So much for the Twelfth Day.
He needed someone to cover the overnight shift and he had exhausted all his options. So I agreed and he showed up at my house around 1 AM in M-1, to drive me back to work.
I worked with Howie, this real doofy chinese guy. He's madd cool but he's so oafish. LOL. We had a good tour though. We did three calls and we even managed to sleep for a few hours between our first and second calls.
When I got back to base, I ran into Lori who did not have a partner because Crystal was out sick. She got partnered with Ryan and I jumped in the back to get a ride off the base.
I was so tired that I passed out the minute I sat down. When I woke up we were responding to an emergency at Buena Vida Nursing Home. I ended up riding along for half of their tour until they got called into Manhattan. I got off right before the entered the Triborough Bridge.
I took the subway over to Cin's house, gave her a little die-cast police car I had bought for her at 7-Eleven and then fell asleep on her couch.
I woke up and went to dinner with Priscilla and Cindy. Then we met up with Moe & Mo and headed out to Last Call. Sal came a few minutes later and then Ryan met us there, and then he and I took a ride out to Glendale to pick up Lori.
We did the usual drinkin, chill, vibe thing and then we bounced around 3:00 AM. The ride over to Jamaica and Woodhaven (where we were dropping Lori off) was interesting....
Sal drove the rest of us all home.
In the morning I got to work really early again and fell asleep on a chair in the garage. Ryan never showed and I ended up riding with Saltzman, old school style.
We headed out into the city and found ourselves stuck in the middle of a fire scene, and we got boxed in by a couple of ladders and engines. Since the EMS Chief on scene said he didn't need us at the moment we just hung around and took pictures. LOL.
Later that night, back to Cindy's house to change and wait for Lori. We went out to NuBar and ran into Fern and Armando there. Lori brought her friends Billie and Cathy. The two ghetto-est "suburban" Queens girls I have ever met.
We had fun, danced, drank, chilled and then we left around 3 AM again. These two girls were gonna smoke up, so Lori and I were going to walk with them when they ran into some guys and somehow agreed to go home with them and smoke there.
???
Lori was not very comfortable with the idea, and I thanked God she wasn't all gung ho about it as well. However these girls were going to go regardless, so Lori was going to go and take care of them.
So, of course I had to follow as well. The guys were actually cool people, but I still couldn't get past the fact that these girls were going to just simply go with them and smoke. These girls already had their own weed. Sigh. Thus, the title to my blog.
Lori and I finally managed to hurry them out of there after they finished smoking and get them home. Then she drove me home. We talked and then chilled in front of my house over a cigarette.
I think my body pulled an override and made me catch up on all my missed sleep. I woke up at 7:04 PM. I didn't get that groggy feeling that I usually get when I sleep that late. I just felt like I had woken up at 9 AM on a normal day.
I just chilled today, downloaded more music, uploaded pictures (in the new fire album and the old miscsellaneous album) talked to Crystal since we were both bored off our shit, and then updated this blog. It's late now and I got work at 11 AM again.
Off to bed.
Doc Out.
It was Jose Meza.
So much for the Twelfth Day.
He needed someone to cover the overnight shift and he had exhausted all his options. So I agreed and he showed up at my house around 1 AM in M-1, to drive me back to work.
I worked with Howie, this real doofy chinese guy. He's madd cool but he's so oafish. LOL. We had a good tour though. We did three calls and we even managed to sleep for a few hours between our first and second calls.
When I got back to base, I ran into Lori who did not have a partner because Crystal was out sick. She got partnered with Ryan and I jumped in the back to get a ride off the base.
I was so tired that I passed out the minute I sat down. When I woke up we were responding to an emergency at Buena Vida Nursing Home. I ended up riding along for half of their tour until they got called into Manhattan. I got off right before the entered the Triborough Bridge.
I took the subway over to Cin's house, gave her a little die-cast police car I had bought for her at 7-Eleven and then fell asleep on her couch.
I woke up and went to dinner with Priscilla and Cindy. Then we met up with Moe & Mo and headed out to Last Call. Sal came a few minutes later and then Ryan met us there, and then he and I took a ride out to Glendale to pick up Lori.
We did the usual drinkin, chill, vibe thing and then we bounced around 3:00 AM. The ride over to Jamaica and Woodhaven (where we were dropping Lori off) was interesting....
Sal drove the rest of us all home.
In the morning I got to work really early again and fell asleep on a chair in the garage. Ryan never showed and I ended up riding with Saltzman, old school style.
We headed out into the city and found ourselves stuck in the middle of a fire scene, and we got boxed in by a couple of ladders and engines. Since the EMS Chief on scene said he didn't need us at the moment we just hung around and took pictures. LOL.
Later that night, back to Cindy's house to change and wait for Lori. We went out to NuBar and ran into Fern and Armando there. Lori brought her friends Billie and Cathy. The two ghetto-est "suburban" Queens girls I have ever met.
We had fun, danced, drank, chilled and then we left around 3 AM again. These two girls were gonna smoke up, so Lori and I were going to walk with them when they ran into some guys and somehow agreed to go home with them and smoke there.
???
Lori was not very comfortable with the idea, and I thanked God she wasn't all gung ho about it as well. However these girls were going to go regardless, so Lori was going to go and take care of them.
So, of course I had to follow as well. The guys were actually cool people, but I still couldn't get past the fact that these girls were going to just simply go with them and smoke. These girls already had their own weed. Sigh. Thus, the title to my blog.
Lori and I finally managed to hurry them out of there after they finished smoking and get them home. Then she drove me home. We talked and then chilled in front of my house over a cigarette.
I think my body pulled an override and made me catch up on all my missed sleep. I woke up at 7:04 PM. I didn't get that groggy feeling that I usually get when I sleep that late. I just felt like I had woken up at 9 AM on a normal day.
I just chilled today, downloaded more music, uploaded pictures (in the new fire album and the old miscsellaneous album) talked to Crystal since we were both bored off our shit, and then updated this blog. It's late now and I got work at 11 AM again.
Off to bed.
Doc Out.
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Thursday, August 04, 2005
The Twelfth Day
Prologue
Picking up from where this blog left off last week, Monday was the beginning of a very long couple of days, with all kinds of new friends and new experiences. The next few days consisted of this new "after-work crew" hanging out at Rec Room, Life Café, and Kellogs. After 11 days of straight working and hardly being home, here I sit (finally), relaxing on the eleventh day.
White Smoke
Late on Wednesday night, Mike asked me to work on Thursday for an early shift. Now, Thursday is my day off but I was down for the extra hours because I really needed the cash. So I agreed to be there bright an early, and went to dinner at White Castle with the Soto, Salty & Lori.
Well, I head to work early Thursday morning when my car overheats on North Conduit Avenue. Yes, that's right.... my brand new car broke down. Well, I let the car cool off and manage to make it to base by 7:30 AM with a plume of white smoke rising from the sides of my hood, looking like the the locomotive to the Bushwick Avenue Express.
I was supposed to be at work by 7:00 AM to drive an ALS unit, but now I was too late so they sent me out with this guy Abe Jaffe. It was a good tour, but I was definetly in a shitty mood cuz of my car problems.
Back At The Bars
That night we went out to the Rec Room again, and hung out with - who else - Salty, Soto, Ryan, Lori, Crystal and Cindy! René and Monique showed up later and that made the night even better.
As the night progressed people started going home unitl it was just Soto, Lori and Myself waiting for Meza to join us. We walked over to Life for dinner when Soto got a call about working the overnight tour with Ivylesse on the BLS unit.
Stethoscope Drama
Just as Soto was finishing his food, this crackhead who had been chilling at The Rec Room comes in to pick up some food and notices us sitting by the windows. He turns and says, "You guys forgot your stethoscopes, and I'm keeping one."
Well, we all thought he was kidding. However, he really kept one and took off on his bike. The three of us stood there in disbelief for a few minutes and Soto went back to base to work. Lori and I stayed behind waiting for Meza, and with his help ending up retrieving our lost artifact.
Touring With Lori
I learned earlier that night that I would be driving a long distance transport to Arlington, Virgina on Friday morning. So I decided to sleep over at the base since I had no transportation.
Lori decided she wanted to work that job with me as well, so we spent the night at the base in 361. I woke up at around 7:30 in the morning and started getting ready for the day ahead. Lori was dead asleep and I had to wake her up because the temperature in the back of the ambulance was become hazardous to her health.
Once we hit the road and were almost over by our pickup destination, the call got 87'ed. So we ended up working a regular local tour together.
An Off-Duty MVA
After our tour, Lori and I were hanging around the base when Meza asked us to do him a favor and drive over to the BP Station on Metro and give the crew that was there another gas card because theirs was malfunctioning.
As we pulled around the corner, we noticed the flashing lights in the middle of the street and two of our guys extricating a passenger from the backseat of a old Buick that had collided with left-turning Nissan. We rolled up with our lights and the medic asked us to transport the pediatric patient that had been in the other vehicle.
We went over to Wykoff Heights Hospital and got back to base after midnight. Lori was nice enough to drive me home that night.
Living at The Base
Little did I know that the following night would mark the beginning of my living at base for a few days.
We had all planned on going out again that night; so after I finished my Saturday tour with Ryan, I hung out in Operations with Diane until everyone got back from their tours.
We went out to Van Gogh's again and then back to Life to met up with Pierre. Cindy got madd sick (details here) and disappeared at one point. I found her sitting on someones stoop all sick.
Soto borrowed Lori's car to drive Salty, Cindy, and Crystal home. I stayed behind and then Soto and I went to base, chilled with Lynn and waited for Lori to return from driving Pierre home. Then we all fell asleep in 395. (Pictures from this night can be found in the album entitled Bar Hopping.)
Dave Matthews
In the morning, we woke up and got ready for our standby at the Dave Matthews concert.
The concert was a lot of fun, and Black Eyed Peas was great. I never got to watch Dave matthews because things started getting hectic towards the end of the night. I had one patient with a broken arm, and another one that was found unconscious. (Photos)
After the concert, it was so late that I decided to attempt to drive my car home. Crystal and I got stranded over by JFK, and decided that our best bet was to head back to base and spend the night there.
Meza hooked it up and we stayed downstairs in the gym/lounge.
Back on the LIRR
The next few days were my ordinary run of the mill days. Pierre was nice enough to drive over to the Jamaica LIRR station, since his unit does the overnight Jamaica standby.
Last night, I called Major World and had my car towed back to the service department. Then we ended up at Van Gogh's again, with Cin, Ry, Soto, Salt, Lor, and Crys. We hung out for a good while and watched the Mets loose the ball game. Afterwards Lori dropped me off at Penn Station.
As I waited on the station platform for my train, I ended up having a conversation with a Police Academy recruit who was also going home out to The Island. She asked me if I ever thought about going into PD and I told her I wasn't against the idea and about how I thought it would be awesome to work ESU.
We talked the whole way and she kept saying I should be a cop and I kept telling her I'd think about it. LOL.
Bummy Day
Today I slept till 1 PM and just lay around, watched three episodes of Star Trek, downloaded music, and updated this long ass blog. Tomorrow is Friday, so I'm sure I'll find myself hanging somewhere.
I'll update sooner next time. This was a whole lot of writing.
Doc Out.
Picking up from where this blog left off last week, Monday was the beginning of a very long couple of days, with all kinds of new friends and new experiences. The next few days consisted of this new "after-work crew" hanging out at Rec Room, Life Café, and Kellogs. After 11 days of straight working and hardly being home, here I sit (finally), relaxing on the eleventh day.
White Smoke
Late on Wednesday night, Mike asked me to work on Thursday for an early shift. Now, Thursday is my day off but I was down for the extra hours because I really needed the cash. So I agreed to be there bright an early, and went to dinner at White Castle with the Soto, Salty & Lori.
Well, I head to work early Thursday morning when my car overheats on North Conduit Avenue. Yes, that's right.... my brand new car broke down. Well, I let the car cool off and manage to make it to base by 7:30 AM with a plume of white smoke rising from the sides of my hood, looking like the the locomotive to the Bushwick Avenue Express.
I was supposed to be at work by 7:00 AM to drive an ALS unit, but now I was too late so they sent me out with this guy Abe Jaffe. It was a good tour, but I was definetly in a shitty mood cuz of my car problems.
Back At The Bars
That night we went out to the Rec Room again, and hung out with - who else - Salty, Soto, Ryan, Lori, Crystal and Cindy! René and Monique showed up later and that made the night even better.
As the night progressed people started going home unitl it was just Soto, Lori and Myself waiting for Meza to join us. We walked over to Life for dinner when Soto got a call about working the overnight tour with Ivylesse on the BLS unit.
Stethoscope Drama
Just as Soto was finishing his food, this crackhead who had been chilling at The Rec Room comes in to pick up some food and notices us sitting by the windows. He turns and says, "You guys forgot your stethoscopes, and I'm keeping one."
Well, we all thought he was kidding. However, he really kept one and took off on his bike. The three of us stood there in disbelief for a few minutes and Soto went back to base to work. Lori and I stayed behind waiting for Meza, and with his help ending up retrieving our lost artifact.
Touring With Lori
I learned earlier that night that I would be driving a long distance transport to Arlington, Virgina on Friday morning. So I decided to sleep over at the base since I had no transportation.
Lori decided she wanted to work that job with me as well, so we spent the night at the base in 361. I woke up at around 7:30 in the morning and started getting ready for the day ahead. Lori was dead asleep and I had to wake her up because the temperature in the back of the ambulance was become hazardous to her health.
Once we hit the road and were almost over by our pickup destination, the call got 87'ed. So we ended up working a regular local tour together.
An Off-Duty MVA
After our tour, Lori and I were hanging around the base when Meza asked us to do him a favor and drive over to the BP Station on Metro and give the crew that was there another gas card because theirs was malfunctioning.
As we pulled around the corner, we noticed the flashing lights in the middle of the street and two of our guys extricating a passenger from the backseat of a old Buick that had collided with left-turning Nissan. We rolled up with our lights and the medic asked us to transport the pediatric patient that had been in the other vehicle.
We went over to Wykoff Heights Hospital and got back to base after midnight. Lori was nice enough to drive me home that night.
Living at The Base
Little did I know that the following night would mark the beginning of my living at base for a few days.
We had all planned on going out again that night; so after I finished my Saturday tour with Ryan, I hung out in Operations with Diane until everyone got back from their tours.
We went out to Van Gogh's again and then back to Life to met up with Pierre. Cindy got madd sick (details here) and disappeared at one point. I found her sitting on someones stoop all sick.
Soto borrowed Lori's car to drive Salty, Cindy, and Crystal home. I stayed behind and then Soto and I went to base, chilled with Lynn and waited for Lori to return from driving Pierre home. Then we all fell asleep in 395. (Pictures from this night can be found in the album entitled Bar Hopping.)
Dave Matthews
In the morning, we woke up and got ready for our standby at the Dave Matthews concert.
The concert was a lot of fun, and Black Eyed Peas was great. I never got to watch Dave matthews because things started getting hectic towards the end of the night. I had one patient with a broken arm, and another one that was found unconscious. (Photos)
After the concert, it was so late that I decided to attempt to drive my car home. Crystal and I got stranded over by JFK, and decided that our best bet was to head back to base and spend the night there.
Meza hooked it up and we stayed downstairs in the gym/lounge.
Back on the LIRR
The next few days were my ordinary run of the mill days. Pierre was nice enough to drive over to the Jamaica LIRR station, since his unit does the overnight Jamaica standby.
Last night, I called Major World and had my car towed back to the service department. Then we ended up at Van Gogh's again, with Cin, Ry, Soto, Salt, Lor, and Crys. We hung out for a good while and watched the Mets loose the ball game. Afterwards Lori dropped me off at Penn Station.
As I waited on the station platform for my train, I ended up having a conversation with a Police Academy recruit who was also going home out to The Island. She asked me if I ever thought about going into PD and I told her I wasn't against the idea and about how I thought it would be awesome to work ESU.
We talked the whole way and she kept saying I should be a cop and I kept telling her I'd think about it. LOL.
Bummy Day
Today I slept till 1 PM and just lay around, watched three episodes of Star Trek, downloaded music, and updated this long ass blog. Tomorrow is Friday, so I'm sure I'll find myself hanging somewhere.
I'll update sooner next time. This was a whole lot of writing.
Doc Out.