Hey kids, I am moving my journal. To AOL. I didnt know I could get one without the aol service, but I can.

So, Gimme a few days to get it tweaked and up and running.

Then I shall be blessed with a hit counter!! yay!!!

But, I should update you all a bit.

Wedding went off without a hitch. I love being married. It IS different this time, I dont know if its because of doing it in the church, or because Dave, really truly is the one. But its comfortable and I am happier than I have ever been.

However, Daves mom was sick at wedding and she ended up in hospital on our week off.

Lung mass. She had a mastectomy yrs ago for breast cancer.

She was married 49 yrs and she is tired, and just wants to be with her husband who died 8 yrs ago. She has a sense of humor about it, (dying) and I love her to death.

She doesnt want to do anything about the cancer and I cant say I blame her. I know the chemo can kill you too. I am just sad cause I just got a great Mother in Law.

Oh yeah, heres my link!!

Add it, embrace it, visit it!!

http://journals.aol.com/traumamammam/Behindtheheadset/

xoxox Donna

Current Mood: apathetic

Good lord.

So, we are here at work, I am taking calls, and feel the slight pangs of hunger. I decide I am gonna make some broccoli and steam it on the stove.  There is a lipton ice tea pot on the BACK burner, that is always there. Our stove is the ceramic top. Ya know, the burnerless kind?

The ice tea pot? Yeah, its electric. Which one would wonder why it is on the stove in the firstplace.

No, it shouldnt be there. Often, I move it. Today, I did not.

So, in the middle of doing test tones, and screens for our Monday nite department check, Melody goes...

"HEEEEY, I smell something burning!"

I yell, "Oh, its my broccoli!" and take off for the kitchen.

I WISH it was the broccoli.

The tea pot was leaning hard to starboard in a bubbling gray ocean of goo. It was SMOKEY in there. I yelled for Kurt, my coworker, who is a firefighter. He comes in, laughs, grabs the pot and runs out the door and puts it in our sand filled cigarette 5 gallon bucket.

We then, tried to "vent" this ourselves. There was alot of smoke. We have a small little round fan, set it on the floor, opened doors to direct the smoke out.....aaaaaaaaaaaaannnd?

It blew back into the comm center.

DAMMIT!

Now I gotta call a supervisor. Ugh.

Kurt calls the fire dept and asks them to come, but without lights and sirens. God bless them for coming in "stealth mode".

They vent.

So does Our director.

I tell her what I did, admitted it, and she gets angry and puts it on ME, that I shoulda moved it off the stove to begin with.

I start to get mad at that point, as I have seen on our stove,

Bread in its bag,

Dishtowels,

gladware,

paper plates, OOOOH the list goes on.

None of which I might add I LEAVE on the stove. My stove at home is pristine, aside from burner covers.

And I have moved that stupid tea pot numerous times when I did cook. It was getting busy and I had to come back into comm center. A mistake pure and simple. No need to make me feel like crap about it.

Anyways, after 15 min, the smoke cleared, fire left and I was left to clean the burner.

Our spatula had "taken one for the team", as when it was melting, I used it to get as much of the stuff off as I could, in fact, I used some gladware!

Well, about then, I was wishing I had died from smoke inhalation. Rather than face the boss, and face the clean up.

However, ceramic stovetop owners, take heart!

Comet. I love comet! I am going to send them a letter telling them how wonderful there product is!!!

With minimal elbow grease and about 1/3 of a can, it ALL, yes ALL came off!

Thank You, Jesus.

Now, I just gotta face the boss about this tommorrow!!

So, THANKS to firemen this week! My heros!

xoxo Donna

  911 Pet Peeves

Ridiculous reasons people call 911

- my electric is out (when mine is out, I call the electric company.)

-wanted to see if my phone works

-wanted to program this in SPEED DIAL on my phone (is it that hard to dial!??!?!)

-this isnt an emergency. (then when the police get the call and yell at the person for calling for something so stupid, they say,  "WELL I TOLD her it wasnt a REAL emergency" Blame me. pffft. oh yeah, sorry, it was the fake kind.

-my kid is missing. But saying in a tone  like you didnt get the morning newspaper. Well, I take that back, some people get mad when they dont get their paper, but when you have a 3 yr old riding a bike on the sidewalk and then they are gone, I expect people to be a bit more frantic.

-I am calling for my friend/daughter/insert human here......who lives in TOPEKA kansas. Calling 911 doesnt get you the cops out there, I gotta do the same thing YOU gotta do, CALL information, get the number and ring them. People actually get mad at me cause it takes so long...esp when I gotta google a city to find an area code to the city cause alot of times I get that they are in anytown usa but NO address, no area code, no nothin.

-People who let their kids play with old cell phones. Still works folks. And we cant TRACE cells, so guess what? kids call and call and they call me names, and try to generate fake emergencies and we still have real calls to take. Sometimes we get em to stop when we tell em the police are on the way.....(I imagine those kids in the fetal position jumping at every car that goes by or slows down and their moms wondering why they are so jumpy...it warms my heart), or the battery dies, or their parents actually get on the phone and we can end it. Actually, we had one little kid freaked out so bad last week, my coworker told him the po po was coming (he said police) and to stay RIGHT where he was and he was like "NO NO NO!! !DONT COME NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" and mom finally took attention and grabbed the phone. Then of course she didnt think it actually worked anymore.....argh. But it was funny that the kid got so freaked. Cause we were pissed and we were busy and they called for a good 30 min making our lives miserable.....

-people who dont know where they are on a cell. Pay attention to your surroundings. It makes it easier for us to find you. Northbound, eastbound, I may as well ask some people to solve E=mc2.

-flip side to that...people who "KNOW" where they are.....They are certain that they need x department, when in fact, they do not...I know the little idiosyncracies of the county, buddy. Then they get mad when I connect them and even madder when they find out I was right.

-people who call from a neighbors phone. I get THEIR address. They may NEED police at 123 street, but they are calling from 124 street. And they just dont GET It that EVEN if the cordless reaches to their address, it STILL comes up as their neighbors address on the phone.

-you called me. I didnt call 911. Hmmmm, I have your address, your name and it rang INTO me here at the comm center, but I called YOU? Did YOU hear YOUR phone ring, buddy? No, you heard me going ..."911 HELLOOOOOOOOOOO"

-nursing home calls. Nurses will be laughing on the phone during the call.

 1. Its recorded honey

2. act professional.

Age?I get "oooooooooooooh, ahahhahaha, I dont know, she was born in 1913." geee, I guess I will do the math.

Yet, when ems asks if the patient is alert and oriented, they dont even answer THOSE questions correctly half the time.....I have gotten. "yep, they are walking around"  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what does THAT have to do with alert and oriented?

But then, I have taken calls from nursing homes in the area where I have had to assist with cpr over the phone or they wanted me to stay on the line till the ambulance got there. I have seen possible hip fractures who were lifted up and put back to bed (cringe). Nothing suprises me there.

Anyways, I will write a few more stories out for you....been busy with the house, the dog and getting married in a month.

have a great day!!

xoxoox Donna

Havent been on much, due to work, lack of sleep, and alot of other factors.  One thing is, I dont have my dobe anymore. Apparently the idiot who sold him to me didnt pay HIS adoption fee thru hand me down dobes, and they came knocking on my door for their property back.

Don is in some hot water too. He got Bruce's ears fixed when the contract stated he wasnt supposed to have any cosmentics done anyways. OH WAIT! well, Don, the business guy, never read the contract. He told me so.

So, Bruce is back at the rescue and most unhappy. They called me and said he had housebreaking issues. He was impeccable in our dojo. I dont know if I can get him back or not.

So, Stitch up there has been a handful. She used to get worn out by him. Now its me. I refuse to take Stitch to doggie day care at Dons, so I am getting a mere 3 hrs sleep till Dave gets home.

I joined a gym and didnt get to go for a month, I havent tanned, its been hell.

I am going to afternoons in a week. I wont see Dave much, but the pup is kinda like a baby and we will work it out in shifts and at least, blessedly, I can get 8 hrs sleep a nite. I have been a bear.

Nothing memorable at 911 kids, but keep checking back and I will have more, I promise. I am off today and back to the grind tommorrow. Hang in there.

xoox Donna and Moby Dog

Heres my girl...this is what she has been reduced to.....vulgar, spread eagle crotch shots for all the male cats to oogle over.





Look at her face. It is not a suprised look, but rather, disappointment....a..."man, she KNOWS now!!"





Actually, she has been in heat and with the move and everything, I

never did get time to get her to the vet to be fixed. So, she has been

rubbing up and down on anything stationary and doing alot of self

cleaning.  She doesnt sit like a lady much anymore.





Actually, since we got the doberman, she hasnt been running around much anymore....actually, its been nice.





However, our dobie has been running for her. And he is 90 lbs or so...I am not sure what is worse.





The direct tv guy was pretty skeered of the dobie when he came to hook

us up. I assured him that Bruce (from the shark on Finding nemo) would

be fine, but Brucie Moosie kept rumbling about his being there, so I

didnt let him off the lead. I pity the person who breaks into our house.





Not much else going on...tired, still moving and cleaning, but wanted you all to know, I am alive!!





xoox Donna

 Here is the new Chopcinski residence.....We are in the process of moving, so I may not be posting for about a week. What else is new, right? ha ha...

I am off work for the next 3 days, so  we are planning on being moved by Saturday. Ugh. Wish us luck!!

xoox Donna

Well, here I am. This is my work station. 5 monitors, 3 keyboards, and 4 mice.

The first monitor on the left, would be the radio....that is where all the towers for the different depts call in to talk to me, regarding where I am sending them.

Next is resource....the pre-arrival cards for medical help.

Next is cml...where the 911 screen rings in, and I get the information, if I have any, (cells dont give any info) and I get a list of providers if they call from their home phone, for police, fire and ems.

Next is CAD, or computer aided dispatch. The call from the Cml, gets dumped there. (we used to have paper logs, but now we can type in all the info)

The last puter is the map. Pin points the address with cross streets, etc. All are arial views and I can see if house is by a river, pond, field...very nice for rural areas.

A few memorable calls I had last nite were..........

"I need to know how to make a harrassing phone call"  ?!?!??!??!! errrrrrrrr

and police never missed a beat, altho I was cracking up, and asked who was making the harrassing phone call....

"my sistah's babies, daddy"

So, that would be, like, your BROTHER IN LAW!?????????????? sigh.

Next one, was a woman whos baby was sick.

"Is she breathing?"

No.

Well, yes, when she coughs. lol....

Then there was another woman who was wanting advice, but we told her we cant give that. She didnt want an ambulance, we werent "qualified" now, since we werent nurses and she was gonna hang up. Went on and on about her condition, but as much as we pulled teeth, she wouldnt tell us.

Cause, we werent qualified. Damn.

Had another lady who wanted EMS who was a BLOCK away from the EMS station. But she was driving. Stated her dad was 76 and short of breath and they couldnt wait for ems. I rang them in, and THEY advised her to stop. She didnt. She kept naming off streets she was passing and then made the mistake of saying she was "just gonna run the red lights and get him there"

Wrong answer, Ms Earnhart.

I ring in PD and them them about her admission. I have EMS on side phone and my gf there is like..."does she KNOW she is driving AWAY from the ambulance??"

Yeppers, darlin!

PD, the crabbiest police dept of all the county, goes...."would you like an escort?"

OMFG!! Your KIDDING, right? Cause she flat out said she was gonna break the law, so lets reward her.

Furthermore, I am certain all cars will stop for the cruiser. I am not so certain they will stop for the car behind it. Cause she said, "OH hehehehe there is a cruiser in FRONT of me now"

Good luck!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Anyways, thats it for now...will post more this week. We are in the process of moving now.

xoox Donna

Checking to see if this works!

Oh, I got stuff to post...but thought you may wanna see the million dollar dog.

I adopt a Doberman too. Brute..Will put his pic up later....

http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=121544&j=t

xoox Donna

Last nite, I believe, was a full moon. Here is some of the madness....

First call, was a young man on cell who wanted police...stated it wasnt REALLY an emergency....Oh, if I had a nickle for each time I heard that.

I ring them in. He has a problem.

See, his mom was living with a drug user who got diagnosed with Hepatitus C. And him and his buddies are FREAKED out about it...(his words) and wanna know if by sleeping over there on the sheets and stuff if they can catch it.

Many things come to mind here....

1. and the police can help you with this HOW? Near as I can tell, they dont do battles with deadly virus's on a daily basis.  Its not their 'thing"

2. calling 911 for it. I admit, it shoulda been number one....I am agast.

3. the sheets. Is there like a big family bed there where Hep C man sleeps with all of them? Or is Hep C man, like the family pet, going from bed to bed? I shudder to think. "awwww mom, can Hepatitus C man sleep on MY bed tonight...PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE????  He he....Hep C man sounds like a superhero...a BAD superhero...Ok, a villain..sheesh.

k, next call.

Older lady, very polite, calling me honey and answering "Oh dear" when I ask her something. Her son is diabetic, and he may of drank a bit too. He is 50.

I LIKE being called honey. I was happy to take her call.

Went thru all the medical questions, then asked her if she wanted me to stay on the line with her....she said she was gonna put the phone down, unlock the door and flick the light on, and then she would be back. Ok, I will wait for the sweet old lady.....

waiting....

hear her walk over to door and on the way, she says.....

"The paramedics are coming to get you, you COCKSUCKER" (I dont have exclamation point, or I would put a few in....dumb keyboard)

My jaw hit the floor. She was so NICE to me, and she was when she came back. Perhaps I was the daughter she never had. Dunno.

I am not sure my mother has 'cocksucker' in her vocabulary, but I am glad she never called me anything like that....geeeez.

Next one.

Call from residence. Need EMS. According to the man, he and his woman went drinking.

Well, then ya gotta eat.

The two obvious post intoxication eateries are.....Taco bell and Dennys.

They chose Toxic Hell. Drive thru.

Girlfriends food didnt sit well with her and it was making its own 'run for the border'.....from where it entered. She starts hurling as he is driving. Rather than unrolling the window...(remember kiddies, alcohol DOES affect your common sense) she opens the door.

At 30 MPH.

And out she goes.

We must remember that Mr Man was drinking too. So rather than stay and call EMS, its best to get her home, get the keys out of the ignition and then call, which he does.

She is going in and out of conciousness....(she smacked a concrete something or other, I forget) but he did notice she had rectal bleeding.

HUH?????

He had me up until that point. How in the hell does he even THINK to look for rectal bleeding???  Unless it is a river of blood. Dunno.

Next call.

Two women need either Elyria police or Amherst....."whichever" they say.....

Uh, no...pick one.

So they do.

I ring em in.

They say they were almost raped. Interesting...I will stay on the line in case they need EMS.

Police ask how this happened.

Well, they are 'entertainers" and went to this 'dudes' house and told him they could only dance for him...but then he got a bit aggressive.

Color me dumbfounded again. This is in a little bfe town, not far from where I live. I didnt know the strip clubs delivered.

Chicka went on to describe that she runs a "legit" business and there is NO prostitution in it.

Why would you EVEN bring that up, unless, of course their is? oy.....

thems the calls.

Update on the puppy, I was getting about 3 hrs sleep a day, as I work nites and am up all day with the pup. I hit rock bottom and told Dave I couldnt do it again today. I am done. Spent. Overtired. She is doing fabulous and is so funny. I love her so much.

He called work, told them he would be late, and took the dog to DOGGIE DAY CARE in our city. 

God, I love this man. I so needed that sleep and feel so much better. I am gonna be using doggie day care ALOT, until she is a bit older.

Thats all I got for now, will try and post before end of next wk when we move into our house....

xoxo Donna

Current Mood: for a change

I have 4 kids. I raised them. I was constantly tired.But, I DID get some good blocks of sleep, now, looking back.

Such is not the case with our brand new pup. Dave nor I have gotten any good sleep. I think I am lucky to have gotten 10 hrs in the past few days...

She is eating, drinking, running around, acting like a hellion. She hates her crate, NO thanks to the airlines. Let me tell you the story.

Not only did the breeder NOT put on the sticker on the crate WHEN (or IF) he fed her prior to flight, but Continental didnt mark that they fed her either. So, we are talking 12 hrs without food or water and why that adds up to a very sick doggie when we got her. Oh, Continetals butt is on the line and I have faxed info over to them.

Breeders butt is on the line too, and I am working to have the CKC registration priveleges pulled so that he cant breed dogs anymore. I got three pics of pups and they dont look like the one I got. Oh, I love her and she probably was a runt....but, not what I was told I was getting.

To make matters worse, we had to do the Catholic Pre-Cana day, for our wedding requirements....

I work nites. So I take time off work,  (go home to sleep...HA!) at 0200 to get some rest before I have to be awake all day. 

Dave spooned me and I spooned the dog. Dog didnt wanna sleep. I laid there till 0400 with Dave who got about 1.5 hrs and was jealous. Stitch was doing the potty dance.  I put her on the paper, she did her thing, I brought her back to bed and THIS time, put her between us. I shouldnt have to have all the fun!

He then went to the couch with her, so I could get some sleep. I didnt get much.

So, we sat thru the catholic thing. Actually it was really nice to spend some time with him, and we found out things about each other. There was a mass for us, and we were served dinner. It was very nice.

My aunt puppy sat for us, and she has a yorkie cross who loved Stitch. I think it was good to get her socialized with another dog.

We came home and tried to spoon and take a nap, cause, well, I am working nites and you know Dave will be up with her.

No go. Dave to the couch.....

I am getting a crate tommorrow and putting in the earplugs.....

I *DID* realize that my Catholic upbringing had alot to do with the fact that I cannot sing. We had to sing of course, during our mass. And I never took music. Honestly, why do the put the notes in there? I cant read it. I fake my way thru the song, and hold a note or change the tone badly based on the Melodious angelical voice that we cannot even COMPARE to, leads us thru the hymn.

I look at the notes. Some are black, some are hollow. SOME even have dashes that look like little hills and connect to another note.

So, I am singing softly. Cause I suck...."Oh Lo-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOORD, who isssssssssss all GOOOOOD.." Holding notes cause I think they need holding. Listening to Dave sing miserably, voice cracking like he just embraced his first day of puberty and I am trying not to laugh.

Oh, and the Catholic Church no longer preaches the Rhythm methold. Yep, you heard me. Its NOW called, the "thermophysio method"

Cause women have to wizz on a 120.00 lutenizing hormone detector from Discount Drug mart....or Take their temps and check their cervical mucus DAILY, so see if they are fertile.

See, they figured out that not all women fall on a 28 day cycle. So, the rhythm method actually made alot of little new Catholics.

So, we saw slides on cervical mucus between a womans finger and thumb and learned how tacky or stretchy it can get. (I whispered to Dave "Hey, I am fertile" and he whispered back.."lets go!") Actually, I am not. We can be fruitful, we just cant have "fruits" I had a hysterectomy....ah well. Our fruit walks on 4  legs.

So, this woman tells us EVERY morning, the man gets the thermometer and she takes her temp and of course, does the dipstick thing. All this gets recorded on a flow chart. So they see when the egg on the way.

I am thinking....thats alot of work. Every MORNING? I couldnt depend on myself to do it every am, let alone expect Dave to. Hell, yesterday I was so tired, I put on TWO pr of underwear. I am losing it!

So, I dont have any funny 911 stories for you, but I will try to remember some in the next few days.

xxoxo Donna

Current Mood: must.....post..update........

I posted this on the site where I bought her....talking to other buyers and breeders for info....

The dog I always wanted is a bull terrier. Not a PIT, a bull....the target dog, the original party animal of Budwieser....

read on..

I considered myself to be an intelligent woman. I worked for a small and large animal vet for yrs. I had horses, cows, sheep, pigs, dogs, cats...etc....did the vaccinations on them and knew the problems. Since then, became paramedic and 911 dispatcher as it payed the bills a bit better, but.... I couldnt find a bull terrier in Ohio. Googled and found this site, and a breeder. Decent price and he shipped. He talked to us on the phone, comforted us with helping us choose the pup HE would for breeding,(sent a pic of just the three females) we have a lifelong friend with him and he will be there for us.....etc etc etc... All the stuff ya wanna hear. Got the contract and looked it over. Looked good. Paypaled the money. 900.00 for pup and shipping.Asked if he could hold her till 3-5 as we are moving into a different house. Sure, no problem. Here is where the fun starts. All of a sudden, I cant seem to get a hold of him anymore. I finally took a stronger stance and he did email, apologized, etc..I asked for pics of her. Got one on a blanket with a website underneath it... kaiser@kaiser www.photos-animaux.com A website with alot of other pets on it.....seemed odd. Why would OUR pup be on there? Hes selling her to me. Get another pic of her, after pulling teeth and markings on nose are different and there is no spot on the ear. We get the pup after MUCH protest, and she has no spot and her nose is almost all black, the pics he sent before had more pink. Hence, I got a different one. So, she is tiny. 2 lbs. For an 8 wk bullie. Not a mini. I am betting she is only 4-5 wks at best. Off momma, and worse off for infections... She is fed same stuff as he gave her Eukanuba, wetted down and she tore into it the first nite. She went down hill after that, with not drinking anything, I did the pedialite, the chicken broth, the rice and the burger, but she kept going downhill. Enter loose stools. Then with a tinge of blood. Fiance took her to a vet, and she was 8-10% dehydrated. Got fluids and force fed and fought it...(good sign) got wormed, neg on parvo, thank god. I got a 500 vet bill now. She pulled an overniter in the emergency clinic, and vet said she still isnt out of the woods totally. My question is, does this happen often? How can I report this guy to local authorities? The vet is appalled that the pup shipped this young. He said if it IS 8 wks, I got a runt....hardly the breeding stock I asked for. Her nose isnt as roman, but Gosh, I just love her anyways. Its killing me to work here at 911 tonight and have her sick. Someone throw me a lifeline. Is there any way to get this guy off here? hes got chihuahuas too. I worry he is more a puppy miller than a breeder. My pups vet cert is from MEXICO and in spanish mostly as her vaccinatiion booklet is too. OY. I dont even know if MEXICO has same standards as USA would have. I am in Ohio btw. I feel like a sh*t for getting her sent asap, cause I didnt wanna lose my 900 bucks, and she went thru hell and I am doing all I can to get her better. heres his ad...the bullie one has been pulled about a wk after he posted it. http://www.terrificpets.com/dogs_for_sale/viewad.asp?adid=17207 I fired him off quite an email. Help.... xoox Donna
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	hmm, I DID find he placed another ad....and the pics are the same. Two of em anyways. And the age of the pups you see, is what he shipped to me. http://www.terrificpets.com/dogs_for_sale/viewad.asp?adid=17006 xoxo Donna

Current Mood: sigh....

I called to wish my parents a happy anniversay and found out my mom was taken to the hospital.

She has Congestive heart failure, low potassium and needs two valves replaced. She had a colonoscopy friday and started bleeding. Dad took her in at 8am. In true mom fashion, she never calls to worry us, but I called and found out she was there. They think she has pneumonia too.

The stupid ER nurse changed her fluid bag as it was running low and popped a new one on before going up to her room. I went with her.

Took 15 min to get her up and assessed before we got in the room.

I get in there and there is 100CC left in the bag. She got 900 in IN 15 MIN!!!!!!!!!!

That is alot to overload a person with heart problems such as my mom. I treat people like that.

I read em the riot act and they put her on a pump. Yeah, NOW you wanna make sure she only gets 50 cc an hr, huh? grrrrr

I find out later, talking to my brother, she had a shortness of breath episode, coughing, TURNING BLUE and 4 nurses were in there. My mom NEVER did this before. SO, they give her lasix, lasix takes water off your lungs fast, so you can breathe....I know, cause I give it.

Lasix ALSO takes our friend, potassium WITH IT. So, now moms already at a critical level with getting her potassium back on track (too low, you have a heart attack, to high same....potassium is part of the 3 part injection for death by lethal injection.....sodium penathol to knock you out, succinyl Choline to stop breathing, Potassium to stop the heart....)

I called the Night nurse and told em they overloaded her earlier. She was like, "thats interesting, they didnt tell me that!" I told her to check the chart, when bags were changed.

I called her Doctor (family) which is also mine, who I love and told her to call me tommorrow. I left my number for 911 non emergency at desk for tonight....

Oh, the stress. I am really worried.

My brother is stopping at the house to let the dog out so my dad can stay at the hospital. We are working together to help them out.

Will update tommorrow....going to the hospital now....

xxoo Donna

Current Mood: worried about mom

When I ask my family or friends a question, and they dont answer right away or start adding info that doesnt pertain to this, I butt in, and ask the question, rephrase the question, until I get what I am looking for. I got this way from my job...sigh.

First call...from a woman who's daughter is having seizures...

I ask...."Has she had more than one seizure in a row?" oh....FYI, when I ask this, I mean TODAY.

"oh, shes had them before"

grrr not what I asked.

"Has she had more than one IN A ROW TODAY?"

"no." (see how easy that was?)

k, the saga continues......Lady states shes vomiting. Still seizing....

"Can you get the phone closer to her, so I can help you till they get there? Do you have a cordless, I ask?"

"yes..." I hear her transfer...

I ask, "Is she still seizing?"

I hear her yell, "HONEY, is she still seizing>?"

"ma'am, arent you in the BASEMENT?"

"no, let me get there....." argh, what WAS the point of the cordless??

"OH, Larry wilhelm is here" (like I know every firefighter in the county? Who the hell is Larry Wilhelm?????")

"who is Larry, I ask?"

"firefighter..." ooook, we disconnected.

Next call, on Operator line, whichs means I dont get a screen.

A heavy accented Indian woman is TDD, or typing to the deaf person who needs EMS. I tell her I have TDD, can you have the person call 911?

Instead, I get...

"his name is Eugene"

that helps.

I repeat the request. Tell em to call ME.

"eugene" Ok, I am lost.

KEERIST, the operator is probably harder to talk to than the patient. I give. I ask her questions and transfer to ems and let them deal with her.

Next...

Caller on I90...

"I need OSP"

HA..I will be the judge of THAT. ( I have no exclamation here at this terminal..sorry)

I ask him, as he is telling me all about this driver, ok, I interrupt him, and say, WHERE on I90.

I struck a nerve. He went Linda Blair on my ass.

"IF you wait a minute I will tell you, OK????????" (nevermind the fact I have 911 calls ringing in...I need to find out where he is at and hand him off to take the next one)

"OK" I said, in my bestest chipper, passive aggressive voice....

Silence...oooh, he is making me pay....

Finally, he tells me WHERE. THANK god.....

So, I say, "Ok sir, hold on for the highway patrol" (he he...some satisfaction....it was what he asked for, but I had to be sure)

Hes pissed. I hear him cursing in the background....Hell, I didnt tell him to tell me everything...I only want, where and what and I will tell you WHO.

Lastly, my last call was a Shortness of breath, called in by rainman himself. I repeated myself over and over and kept getting ":huh?"

He said this person had "emazeema" WHICH I am assuming is EMPHYSEMA.

Kinda like AmOOlance, you know the thing with all the bells and whistles and the paramedics...?

Anyhoo, kids, I am going home and going to bed....

Muuuuah....

xoox Donna

This is from a post I did earlier in the week, on a board I still post to. Verbal abuse......my ex was and IS still the master of that. I got a dish of it from him earlier in the week. He is still pretty self righteous. I just let it roll off. I dont have to take his crap anymore!! Anyways, I am attempting to kick a habit, I wish I wouldnt have ever started....I just want you all to know, that finally the fog that you will read below has cleared, at least until I cut my doses some more....

When I was going thru my divorce, I was put on paxil and xanax. For anxiety and depression. Pat was thrown in my face, his affair public, and I was stuck in the same house with him during the holidays. Usually, I research medicine. I was in tears in Doctors office and blindly accepted her prescription. I was at the absolute bottom of my life. Since then, I have gained 40 lbs and I really dont eat that much, or JUNK for that matter. I had night sweats CONSTANTLY which I attributed to hormones, as I had a hysterectomy. Even with a higher dose of hormones, the sweats do not stop. I tried to get off this on my own, cold turkey. HIGHLY not reccomended.

Since then, I have had what I THOUGHT was irritable bowel. Looking back, all this started after I started this drug. I since have a new Doctor who is helping me to get off this drug. I started a half dose of my meds. This past week has been awful. I have had vivid nightmares, graphic and violent, WHEN I can sleep, and I remind you all I work nites. I dont wanna leave the house. I dont wanna do ANYTHING around here. I have a constant headache. The horrid kind, that is in your eye. I am anxious. I ache everywhere. I have chills. I could cry at the drop of a hat and I have NOTHING to cry about. I have forgotten things, I wouldnt normally. MY JOBS depend on my mental sharpness. I am sensitive to light. Not good in a work area with computers, huh? My eyes are constantly blurry like I have a coating of vaseline on them.

All THIS, is the tip of the iceberg for MORE paxil withdrawls, but I wont stop now. I remind myself of a quote.. "when going thru hell, keep going" Now, she did correct my low thyroid and I find myself LESS tired...more of an insomniac, really....and my weight is slowly returning to normal...

My next cut from this will be every other day....I am gonna stick with this dose for a month...as.........

We found a house. One we really liked and priced well below what we were approved for. We WERE looking at huge houses, but its really just me and Dave for the most part....other than the new additions we will have...

A chocolate lab and a bull terrier. I am sure you all know what the lab is...many do not know about the Bullies...Dave and I knew we were made for each other when we realized we loved the same kind of dog..not a cheap dog, either, mind you....It is my intent to breed them as well, and make them affordable for others....I got a good deal on our girl who is coming from TX in march.....

http://www.thebullterrier.com/madcap/So,%20You%20Think.htm

If I could put a picture of the house, me, our dogs, I would....I havent a clue on how to add pix to this. I finally figured out links!

We should be moving the beginning of next month. I look forward to a house, and some dogs....I miss them so much.

I have some 911 stories to post tommorrow, I figured I would just slap em together with whatever mayhem may take place tonight...

Hope I havent bored ya all....

xoxo Donna

Current Mood: did you expect any less?

Ok, I am back. I hear I am missed. I am posting this AS I am working and have enough to put in here and I got three hrs left of my shift...it FINALLY slowed down.

Anyhoo, first things first. The house. This house we bid on once before and they wouldnt come down. Fate brought us to it again, so we bid again. THIS time the purchase agreement said, owner is aware of older roof...the last one didnt...hmmm

So, we get a home inspection after they accept our bid. Due to snow, he cant get up there, and we ask for an inspection of it when it warms up. They didnt like waiting. (we asked for 14 days, altho I knew it wouldnt take THAT long) I told em, fine, it'll be done by Monday. I paid for it, I have a right to know EVERYTHING, as the purchase is contingient on what we find. After all, they cant tell us HOW old the roof is and said they never did anything to it...ooook. 41 yr old roof...?Oh, I think not.

They get nervous ,Tell us NOW that they put a second layer on shortly after they moved in....which is the info we wanted in the first place..not a year it was done, even a guarantee, just an IDEA and they wouldnt say crap....NOW they do...pffft. Offer us a grand off. Nay, we say. And we sign off on it.

They call our realtor today. They will "pay" for roof and we will pay them back by adding it into our financing.(so, they are really not paying for it, WE are....and over 30 yrs....do I LOOK DUMB?)  Nah, dont think so......It was kinda funny. They wouldnt bend with us, now they are begging.....We slept good last nite and think it was an omen....sigh, more house hunting for us now..

Tonight was accident nite. The weather was NOT bad and there was a beautiful almost full moon. I told Dave it was gonna be busy and I was right.

First off, I work for the county. The whole thing is jurisdictional. This will come into play ALL nite...

First accident....from third party...(OH I hate those..the person who NEEDS it should call) for a person who is driving on rt 58 and pulled over and is just outside of wellington and his son is having a seizure...I ask for HIS number for a better location, they cant tell me anything.

I call him. I ask him where he is at, oh, lets say ALOT, and he keeps saying RT 58. SOMETIMES he tells me he is just past the S curves, sometimes he says he is closer to JVS. This poses a dilemma with me. Cause he is giving me a span of about 5 miles and two jurisdictions to choose from.

I tone out the EMS system, but advise them, I aint sure if its theirs or not. They round the S curves and see nothing. They call me and I said I would get out OTHER ems provider, and they stated they would still continue. Rock on....thats the way it should be...not "OOOH this aint mine"....it should be all about the patient, not fighting over who should be there..take care of them and if it ISNT yours, when the person whos jurisdictions IT IS comes, you go home....c'est lavie.

JUST as I am about to do this, dad states he is by Merriam road. They(EMS) passed the S curves, which is right by Merriam and didnt see anything.....I am confused....They shoulda seen him....I gave description of car,etc...

Dad then states, "I TURNED OFF 58, and I am ON Merriam"....Now he tells me, I only asked about 20 times....

*&^%$#@ sigh....well, THIS explains alot.

Call ems and tell em, ITS yours, he turned off and is on Merriam. And they found him.

Frustrating.

Next accident. States he is in Grafton. Gives me location, which AINT in Grafton, its in Eaton. People do not realize what a difference it is. I dont trust anyone in this county knows where they are at. I ask for the street names and find it myself.

This accident is a car full of teens, 3, bloody and injured. Ok, got em going.

Another 911 call. Someone who lives by the accident said they showed up on their doorstep. Ems is enroute already, and they leave.

Sherriff gets there and finds ALOT of blood but no patients....where did they go? Eventually, they make it back to the car.....

Had a rollover tonight as well. Teens again. Cant pin down location. Once again, they are at a jursdictional point. If they are south of such road, its one dept, if they are north, its another.....I do the best I can with the info they give me....it gets frustrating tho, as people just dont pay attention.

Had a woman call for Lorain county Police.

Oh, honey, its a little more complicated than that.

"Whats the problem?" Threatening phone call....

"where at?" Lorain county....(grrrrrr)

"K, where AT in lorain county?" (I wish God created people with GPS. They could look at themselves, at whereever God saw fit to install it, and there would be a red arrow like the ones at the mall that says YOU ARE HERE) Maybe, someday, people will EVOLVE with GPS. I believe in Darwin. It could happen.

"I just NEED the lorain county police...." (ooooh, she DEFIES me.....I asked her where she was at and she is STILL telling me she knows what she needs....summon up politeness and ASK a different way)

Well, its jurisdictional, I need to know where it happened, where do YOU live?

"By community hospital".

Then you need LORAIN police ( I say it sloooooooooow, so she gets it)...not the county, not the sherriff, that is who you need....

argh....

Other than the plethera of accidents and fights and people who are in Lorain county and dont know where they are at, it was an uneventful nite.....I hve 2.5 hrs left....Alot can change tho...

Will try and record some more stuff from the weekend and keep you all informed...

xxoxo Donna

Current Mood: my brain is fried

Doing a little testing here..... I feel like this is a mission impossible kind of thing.....I bought a paid account (Ok, ok, I spent 5$ to see if it was really WORTH paying) to see what kind of other options I got....

I do not know how to get anything up in the empty space of  "about this journal"

Empty.

Kinda like my head at times. What did my five dollah do for me then???

I am trying to get a picture on here now.

If you dont see one after I hit the post button, you will know my mission had failed....

Till Friday nite, my friends.....Peace out..

xoxo Donna

Current Mood: aggravated

So sorry.

As I have stated before, I just hate this forum. I didnt think anyone really read it anymore, and its not like the aol journal where we can see the hits. I never get alot of comments, so I just kinda pushed it to the wayside. But, I wasnt really regular in posting either. So, I will be more diligent for a month and see how things go, ok?

News. Dave and I are trying to buy a house. Or agree on one, I should say. And we are ready to kill each other. Lol.. I like a house and he doesnt like something about it, or vice versa. We bid on a house with beautiful old woodwork and he doesnt like the color and is gonna strip it all off and do it in oak or cherry. My thoughts? Um, ok....I have a pile of undies and socks by your side of the bed that cant make it to the hamper and you are gonna take on that project? But time will tell..lol.

Right now the seller is pissed cause we want to extend our inspection by 14 days. We had the home inspection at our cost and he couldnt get on the roof, as we had alot of snow. If I paid for it, I want it done. Furthermore, seller states they never did anything to the roof. It was built in 1963. I find it hard to believe that the roof is 41 yrs old. So, someone isnt being honest.

I hurt my back. Not doing anything noble either. I bent over to get some orange juice in the fridge and it went out. Went to dr and ordered an MRI WHICH my insurance denied. She suspects a herniated disk. I love OJ with pulp but I guess the pulp was too heavy.....lol...

Work. Nites is biting big time right now. I cant sleep on my days off and got on RX for ambien.

I am off for the next two days, so I will take notes on Friday and start giving you guys the scoop.

xoxo Donna

Current Mood: apathetic

Kids, I dont have alot of memorable 911 stuff, so I will let you into my life a bit.Cliff notes version for you all.

I have been married twice. First one I met in the navy. We were both corpsmans (medics). He was also a Pharmacy tech and was stationed on the Uss saratoga, aircraft carrier. We never really learned to live together as we were always apart more...like 8 mos at a crack. Had two children with him, who are now 20 and 18. He left me, and rather violently, by coming home and picking off kittens in front of me. I was in a corner of the house I couldnt get out of. He said he wished he would have had the 357 to "finish the job" and left. I took that as a threat. I got he guns out after he left,called our sitter and told her NOT to let him have the kids, I dont know what was going on.... got the dead animals out and the live ones who made it to safety (our cat had kittens like 6 wks ago) and went to the vet where I worked and boarded the living, and then took pics of the dead. Went to PD and filed report. When PD followed me home, HE was in the house with his gf, OUR babysitter and I was asked to leave. Never mind the blood on the floor or bullets in the wall. My kids were tucked in there, with them. The system sucks.

Later on, like a few wks later, the kids got to be too much for him and his gf and I got them back. Yrs later, when she tried to leave him, SHE was killed.As my son celebrated his 11th birthday party, I took phone calls in the barn, crying, not wanting to ruin his birthday party and tell him she was gone. They were closer to her than their own father at that time.  He found out she wasnt happy and looking to leave, she spent more time with my kids when he was in nursing school when he had visitation, and he said if she were to ever leave him, they would die on the Harley. And that is how she died. I fulled believe he meant to die as well, but didnt. She was talking to my current husband at the time, father of my younger two and needed help and wanted to tell him something and never got to, she was killed a week later.(next marriage is to a cop) The accident was under investigation, and they believed he did it. He had a gf he had a baby with during the marriage, and after SHE died, he moved out all her stuff as SOON as he got out of the hospital and never would take the kids to the grave. Moved in gf and wife #3 shortly after that. Which, I DO like his new wife. She is nice and good to my kids. I cant complain.

Next.

Was working at the animal hospital still, partially on welfare, got grants and went to paramedic school. Making min wage with two kids didnt cut it. Met next husband. Sarge. Electrician and oberlin college and went to school later for cop. He was dating someone at the time, and I asked him out anyways. I wasnt looking for a commitment. He was, sorta. He flipped a wig when I told him that I was gonna date others cause I got tired of waiting for him to call cause he was dating another. He said if I did, that would be the end of us. Young and stupid, I gave into him and spent many a nite waiting for him to show up and him NOT showing up. One memorable and totally sad Christmas eve, he never showed up. I remember spending it alone, crying, looking at the tree...my kids were with my ex. I didnt HAVE to be alone, but took him at this word he would show. So, I never went to my parents, altho, I should have packed up and went. They were an hr away.

Well, he dated three women at the college plus me. Jamie, Joey and Pat. Remember Pat, she will come into play later. I found out and was pissed after 2 yrs of dating. I broke up with him and he pursued me relentlessly. I got a knock on the door in medic school and was whisked outside to the courtyard where the cancer society had their jail promo going on and was put there. He came in and proposed to me. I accepted and moved in.

Finished medic school. He hated I worked overnite with MEN and told me it was HIM or my job. It was my dream job. I took a job at hospital as medical records clerk for 5 yrs and was unhappy. I was allowed to work ems as long at it was during the day. I understand it now, as he needed me home at nite so HE could play.

Then, I got to read a few articles in the paper, in which, Pat and Sarge were on the front page....read on....

http://www.morningjournal.com/site/news.cfm?newsid=4682522&BRD=1699&PAG=461&dept_id=46371&rfi=8

This was an older article. The one that caught my eye was in april and no longer in archives. It said that Pats testimony was trying to be discounted, as she recently traveled with him. That was in April of 2002. To Las Vegas. And she did, cause I know I didnt go. Reading THAT on the front page of the morning paper is NOT a good way to wake up. But with the article I posted, you can see how helpful she was to him....and why she was a witness in the case.

Well, I filed in August. I busted my ass and worked 80 hrs a wk. Had to buy a car as he left me with a dying truck when he found out I filed. I was driving a lease we got from his brothers a plan. Pat drives that now. I had to save up for my atty, apt, EVERYTHING in my apt from qtips to furniture and BUILT my life from bottom up. I walked OUT OF THERE with nothing more than a bag of clothes. He woudnt give me back my shotgun that he bought for me for xmas, cause he didnt want me hunting with another man with it. He gave me my crossbow back. ????????

He moved her in. He threatened he would get custody and he did. I had no money to fight him. He became super dad when he was never home to show the courts how upstanding he was and what a great dad he is. I was always home with the kids, took off when they were sick, and took care of the house and kids. He was always gone. He did disney with pat and kids, and too many purchases to even talk about.

Now? He does as he did married to me. Gone all the time at work. Never home.

He did take my son deer hunting this yr. Hes 10 and pulled him out of school for 3 days. There is a youth hunt the weekend before. You dont miss school with that one. He gave son the option to choose which one he would rather do. Son picked the 3 day thing.

And he got a deer that my ex wounded for him. But the deer didnt die and my ex brutally stabbed it a dozen times per my son. Not ethical, not the way I wanted him to learn and NOT the way my ex taught me to hunt either. I am not happy with the situation, but I hope and pray my kids will return to me someday.

Dave and I are house hunting with ROOM in mind for them. I keep praying.

Sorry if I depressed you all.

xoxo Donna

Current Mood: reflecting..sigh

Banner of a month here.

I have had some memorable 911 calls, but my life kinda took me in a direction that didnt involve posting here. I am sorry.

My father, after getting a stress test LAST yr (yes, you read it right) decided to go ahead with the cardiac cath THIS YR. Argh..

90,80 and 50% blocked in the Lateral Anterior Descending artery. The one that is affectionately known as the "widowmaker".

Soooo, he got two stents in the larger blocked ones. They are medicated as well. This translates into my father thinking that he can just eat what he wants.

I *tried* to be good, really I did. But when dad got lunch served to him in the hospital and they sent a huge cup of mayo for him, I lost it. I said he needs to eat healthier. He got rather upset and said he didnt wanna pitch the freezer full of food. He refers to the ham in there as "evil" now. My brother offered to take it off his hands. I told my brother, who is 32, that HE better change his ways, smoking and eating as a sport cause he will be where daddy-o is.

My mom tried to rally me to talk sense into my dad. I am a paramedic. I have learned this means: "everyone-wants-to-know-what-you-think-but-they-will-not-follow-your-advise-after-you-tell-them"  So, crossing my legs and leaning forward towards my mom, I said, "hey Mamasan....dont YOU need to have a heart valve replaced?"

Daggers shot from her eyes. Ow.

See, mom had Rheumatic fever as a child. She has had her heart valve damaged for it. Mom is 64. I think she got alot out of that damaged little valve and needs to get a new one.

Mom said tartly "WELL, as SOON as they can do it without cracking my chest open, I WILL"

Soooo, I am thinking. WHY would dad listen to YOU when you dont get proactive on *your* health?You cant walk 20 feet without breathing like you ran the Boston Marathon.... But, I bit my tongue. It hurt.

Dad has made some minimal changes. And I am bowing out of it. I love them to death and would rather have then around than the evil ham.

Then there is me. I have had some major abdominal bloating. Gastrointestinal stuff I dont want to mention, nausea, heartburn, abd pain. I go to Gyn, who is subbing for the one I love. She was condescending and NEVER examined me and said I was too young to get ovarian cancer. I had a hysterectomy yrs ago, but still got the eggs. Soooo, she ordered lab work. Thyroid and hormones. hmmmm.

I went home and thought more about it. I KNOW my body. I got pissed. I made another appt and I went back to same office and saw different doctor who said we should do a cat scan. So I had that done yesterday and will see the results next week.

I started taking Karate, and not from Dave but from his instructor. Its fun and I need to move around more.

Oh, and, Dave proposed to me yesterday. I said yes. We are going to do this right and get a Catholic priest to marry us, and have a nice reception.  I am so happy with him and he makes it so easy. He is my best friend and we do everything together. I am his marksman on Ghost Recon. Ya gotta love a gf who snipes your enemies for you.

I will keep track of stories and post them there. I am hating this journal as it wont notify anyone of updates, so I am afraid I am writing this and no one reads this. I would like to move it, or I would update it if I could get those options.

Love ya all..

xoxo Donna (Chopcinski) soon....lol

Current Mood: Thanks Dave!