Bits and Pieces

Steve Whitehead’s EMT Spot is the host of the latest edition of the Handover Blog Carnival.  This month’s theme was a moment when things came together, clicked, worked, made sense.  He was kind enough to include your truly and a memory from the old days when a partner I hated proved to be a great caregiver, then went right back to being her normal larger than life self.  head over and read the other great submissions.

In other news, the first part of the test is tomorrow.  Thanks to all of your support, I won’t let you down.  The test might, but I won’t 😉

The San Francisco Paramedic Association, in an attempt to improve bystander CPR in the City, is sponsoring free CPR training on the steps of City Hall on June 1st.  I will be there and hope to bring along the Chronicles cameras to capture such a neat idea.  Happy 50th birthday CPR!

Ambo Driver needs our clicky clicky skills in keeping a bad review of a local vendor in the number one spot on google.  Do your part.  I expect each of you to click the link at least 5 times over the next 24 hours.

And over on Facebook Ms Paramedic mentioned calling her work conveyance the “hamberlance.”  I prefer to call it the Amber Lamps after we watched this video featured on Tosh.0.

Amber Lamps sounds like Mark Glencorse’s Senior Prom Date…no?

EMS Anthem

FDNY EMS Paramedic Farooq Muhammed, the man behind the Call 911 music video last year has done it again.

This new song, EMS Anthem, was premiered at the FDNY’s 9th annual EMT and Paramedic games to rave reviews from Chief of EMS John Perrugia and Emergency!’s Randy Mantooth, who was on hand at the games.

Being the fanboi that I am I immediately went to Farooq’s facebook page and became a “fan” (liked it).  No less than 30 minutes later he has sent me a friend request and a personal comment thanking me for supporting him.

Nice guy.  I sent him a link to Chronicles and I’d love to get him a Seat at the Table before long.

So please to enjoy another positive voice for EMS – Farooq Muhammed and EMS Anthem.

STUDY BREAK – Bad Romance

On The Rocks sings Bad Romance by Lady Gaga. On the Rocks is the University of Oregon’s premiere all male a cappella ensemble. Official Website: On The Rocks on iTunes: Check out more On The Rocks videos, as well as their sister group, Divisi:

Thou Shall Always…

I heard this song on the satellite radio a few years back and always seem to come back to it when I need to scream at the world.

I give you Scroobius Pip vs Dan le Sac

And here are the lyrics, my favorite being, “Thou shall not pimp my ride. Thou shall not scream if you want to go faster.”

Thou shalt not steal if there is direct victim.
Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets.
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimmy Hendrix or Syd Barret in vain.
Thou shalt not think that any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a pedophile. Some people are just nice.
Thou shalt not read NME.
Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they’ve become popular.
Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.
Thou shalt not judge a book by it’s cover.
Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.
Thou shalt not buy Coca-Cola products.
Thou shalt not buy Nestle products.
Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend’s best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.
Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls’ pants.
Use it to get into their heads.
Thou shalt not watch Holyoke’s.
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave before it’s done just because you’ve finished your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just ’cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied but you’re never gonna fucking talk to.
Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.
The Beatles? Were just a band.
Led Zeppelin? Just a band.
The Beach Boys? Just a band.
The Sex Pistols? Just a band.
The Clash? Just a band.
Crass? Just a band.
Minor Threat? Just a band.
The Cure? Just a band.
The Smiths? Just a band.
Nirvana? Just a band.
The Pixies? Just a band.
Oasis? Just a band.
Radiohead? Just a band.
Bloc Party? Just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys? Just a band.
The Next Big Thing.. JUST A BAND.

Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English speaking countries as to those that occur in English speaking countries.
Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music,
thou shalt not make repetitive generic music,
thou shalt not make repetitive generic music,
thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.

Thou shalt not pimp my ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When I say ‘Hey’ thou shalt not say ‘Ho’.
When I say ‘Hip’ thou shalt not say ‘Hop’.
When I say, he say, she say, we say, make some noise kill me.
Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish you girlfriend was a freak like me.
Thou shalt spell the word ‘Pheonix’ P-H-E-O-N-I-X not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Bradley at the club last night by saying ‘Is it’
Thou shalt think for yourselves.
And thou shalt always, Thou shalt always kill.

My new hit single

I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days… El Paso by Marty Robbins. A great old folk song about love, death and courage. Kind of like a day at work right? No?
I wander into the house singing, “…something is dreadfully wrong for I feel…” and my girls laugh.

We ran a job the other night that I wanted to pass along based on the outcome but it needed context. In comes Marty and the song in my head.
So, with the greatest respect to Mr Robbins, I present the following lyrics to a song I wrote.

El Burrito
(Sung to the tune of El Paso by Marty Robbins)

Out in the west part of town that I work in,
We were dispatched to an emergency,
The caller has a girl who’s tummy does hurt her,
She’s feeling faint and she can’t rightly breathe,

A young girl is ill and we can’t stop to dawdle,
We have to hurry and get there real quick,
She could be suffering, painfully hurting,
So many reasons she could be so sick,

The night is cold as we pull out the door,
Siren and horn are so loud,
Weaving and turning,
Though nothing is burning,
Someone does need us,
And we aim to help.

So with patience I

Buckle my seat belt and put on the headset,
Hearing the screech of the brakes to my right.
The handsome young driver had stopped to let us pass,
The young lady behind him distracted by night.

Just for a moment we pause at the corner,
Making sure no one is injured or dead.
Would we have to leave the young girl unattended,
Just because somebody didn’t see red?

I thought of the young girl you needed us then,
Somewhere alone in the dark.
Half way to her place,
I only the see the face,
Of the young driver
Who just broke to swerve,

Far away from

The bumper she torn off the car right infront of
Another that had stopped to yield to our cause.

Dispatch is calling, our patient is falling,
Out of her chair and she’s now on the floor,
No one is injured down here at the corner,
I climb back in the engine and slam shut the door.

Lights again flashing away we do go,
Driving so fast in the dark.
The ride is a short one
And now we’ve arrived there.
I jump out just soon as the engines in park.

And at last here I

Am in the hallway of the teen girl’s flop house,
Wondering which girl needs ALS care.
An angry adult has appeared from the back room.
I ask a question which evokes a glare.

“My name is Happy and I’m here to help you;
Did you report a life threat to a child?”
Shouting loud swear words a young girl appears,
I need to get this place a bit less wild.

Something is dreadfully wrong for I see
A teenager sitting just fine.
Though I am trying
To find out what happened,
The adult is screaming,
And starting to whine.

So I ask

The young girl just what is the bother,
Wondering what her response would entail.
She says that she’s thrown up from a bad burrito,
“I must not have heard that , please give more detail.”

All of this panic turns out to be nothing,
The adult who called us I desire to flog,
All of the damage they’ve done just for nothing
“This is gonna look great in my blog.”