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  1. This isn't something I have ever really entertained no do I have in the least any respect for someone that cheats on their life partner, yet it seems to become pretty common practice these days to have a "romp on the side". This conversation became the topic of discussion today after a friend seemed pretty upset. He explained that years ago his father had an office affair, although very fleeting, that his mother found out about. I must admit, his father would be the last person I would have thought to have an affair. He's the ultimate family man working hard so his family never has anything they need. In fact, they are the hardest people in this world to buy gifts for cause they have everything their hearts desire and then some. He explained that his mother occasionally broaches this subject with it becoming more intense as the years have come and gone. Now it seems she's doing this with outsiders being in their company. Now I have worked in the Oil and Gas industry for the last 8odd years and know for a fact that very few of those guys are faithful to their partners. It's something I hate with a passion and loose all my respect for those that have affairs. Surely, and I might be old fashioned here, if you declare your love to a person in sight of God and the witnesses present you do everything in your power to keep that love alive? While I know the blame isn't to be laid at the door of the cheating party alone, since a marriage or relationship is a two way street and I believe there's a reason the person goes out and looks for "new" meat. It still in my mind does not excuse the act of cheating. Surely if you are not "getting it all" in the bedroom you discuss this with your partner and find a solution that suits the both of you? Now siding with either of the two people involved here will make or create one massive argument with my friend and being a lover not fighter I tend to avoid confrontation as much as possible. For years he "sided" with his mother wondering what she must have been going thought over the last years. Now it seems he's "siding" with his father. Saying and I quote "He's human, humans make mistakes. The man has worked his ass off to provide my mother with everything she wants in life. How long must he suffer for what he's done?" I suppose this would be one way of looking at, but I'm not completely convinced by his statement. In my mind the ultimate betrayal of trust is cheating on your husband or wife. you place your future, your life, in the hands of the person only for them to basically throw it back in your face. in a sense it shows you that "you are not worth it" when it comes to doing what you can to safe your happiness and love. Personally I am more vengeful than I should probably be. I will not stand for anything like that. Had I had the proof and knowledge that my wife is or has been cheating on me, that will be the end of the relationship. Sure this goes against the "do everything you can to save the relationship" that I mentioned earlier mainly because I believe that once it's reached the stage of cheating, it's to late. I will not go to any extremes though, I am not that type of person. I will simply collect my stuff and walk out. Maybe I am being naive in believing that the promise made to "love and to hold" should be a lifelong commitment that requires lots of work and even more communication. Either way, there's no excuse in this world to justify cheating on your partner. People don't simply fall in and out of love as it pleases them. To me, a person that cheats on their partner are lower than snake shit on the sea bed.
  2. Saw this the other day and have been thinking of writing this into my first aid courses. I mostly provide courses to men so it might have the desired memory effect.
  3. You have got to love the field we are working in. Things like this would make for brilliant reading
  4. A fire fighter was working on the engine outside the station, when he noticed a little girls nearby in a little red wagn with little ladders hung off the sides and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle. The girl was wearing a fire fighter's helmet with the wagon being pulled by her dog and cat. The fire fighter walked over to take a closer look, "That sure is a nice fire truck," the fire fighter said with admiration. "Thanks," the little girl replied. When the fire fighter looked a little closet, he noticed the girl had tied the wagon to the collar of the dog and the testicles of the cat. "Little partner," the fire fighter said, "I don't want to tell you how to run you rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cats collar, I think you could go faster." The little girl replied thoughtfully, "You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren."
  5. The "thumb measuring" thing must have skipped South Africa, it's the only country I know of that manufacturers and sells extra large condoms.
  6. Had I known reading the below was so funny, I spend more time reading these and less threads.

  7. So if you are on twitter and need to see (or read) some of the dumbass stuff patients tell MD's, like: "Infectious? That's good, right?" "I've had mucus after I eat for 20 years!" "Yes, it's a normal parasympathetic response to aid digestion." "Well, make it stop. It's gross." "You can do all the proskate checkin' you want but u ain't stickin' your finger in my ass!" Then do yourself a favour and check out this twitter account set up by an MD to tweet all his "dumb ass patients".
  8. Before we are allowed to lift off with a patient, we have to make contact with the MD's in our regional office to discuss the patients condition and discuss treatment en-route seeing as they have loads more flying hours than we do. After conference calling with the MD, the patient was transferred to our stretcher the Aggrastet placed on the syringe pump at 17ml/hr with the ECG and Stats connected to the patient. As per my discussion with the MD, the patient was placed on a 60% re-breather mask at 6L/min. Where after we transported the patient to the awaiting air plane. Upon arrival at the airport, we started packing the King Air and transferred the patient to the stretcher provided on the plane. We removed the stretcher from the plane, and transferred the patient (weighing +/- 145+ kg’s) to it. With the help of my crew and the Pilot’s we loaded the patient in the plane. While trying to secure the stretcher to the lifeport / Aerosled it was noticed that the left hand bracket at the head of the stretcher was bent and therefore made it impossible to secure the stretcher to the Lifeport / Aerosled. It took me and my crew approximately 10min to convince the maintenance dude that the bracket is bent preventing the stretcher from being secured. We again removed the stretcher from the plane while the maintenance dude went to fetch another stretcher. It was at this point that I noticed the first stretcher supplied is a normal camping stretcher that has had the brackets welded onto the aluminium bars to enable it to fit the locking mechanisms of the Lifeport / Aerosled. I decided to cover my ass and phoned the my office and explained to them that the stretcher bracket was bent. They again told me that they will phone me back as the MD at the regional office would like to know why the delay in taking off was so long. I explained to the MD what the situation was as well as my thoughts on the stretcher having been “modified” to fit the Lifeport / Aerosled. Once the maintenance dude arrived with the replacement stretcher. We strapped the patient in and prepared for takeoff. At this point we were approximately 2 hours behind schedule with the patient’s condition remaining unchanged since we started the transport from ICU. The flight itself remained uneventful with the patients vitals, fluid intake, fluid output as well as pain score being monitored and documented. Approximately 20min prior to landing the patients started de-saturating to 89% while on the oxygen flow and I felt my ears “popping”. At this point I increased the flow of the Oxygen to 10L/min. The pilot told me to “strap in”, after ensuring we were strapped in, they performed an emergency decent and received priority landing authorization from CPT air traffic control. I noticed the patients PVC’s (Pre-Ventricular Contractions) increased in frequency although still irregular in nature as a result of hypoxia due to the sudden decrease in cabin pressure (3000ft/min according to the Pilot). This made me decide to get my shit sorted and ready the Atropine should it be needed since the increase in PVC’s also resulted in the patients heartbeat slowing to 55b/min. As soon as the plane levelled out, the patient’s heartbeat increased again to 90b/min with the frequency of the PVC's slowing down slowly. The landing went smooth as per normal ops however approximately 10 – 20sec after touchdown, the aircraft started shaking violently. I recognised the feeling as that of a flat tyre. We continued taxing for another 8 meters to clear the runway where the pilot stopped the plane and proceeded with the shut down procedure. The pilot exited the plane and returned to confirm that the wheel on the nose gear had in fact deflated. Again I had to phone my office in Windhoek and tell them this. My managers first reaction "You are joking!" Sadly I wasn't joking nor will I ever joke about this type of thing. Needless to say, at that time of night (18:30) there was nothing to be done and we had to spend the night in Cape Town.
  9. OMG! I generally defer from reading topics that do not appeal to me when it gets to the topic itself. In this case, "Lifeline" is something that has no meaning to me since we do not have anything similar to it where I am from. Then I started "hearing" the chatter about this topic in the chat rooms and decided to read it. In my honest opinion it was a complete waste of time. The first few posts actually had something to do with the original posting then it just turned into the usual "I am this" and "You are that" posting. It always seems to be the same people that hi jack threads and turn into their own little personal kingdom and domain. Why is it so hard to stick to the original posting? Why does someone always have to start questioning the others methods, professionalism, ethics, training or ideas on this job? When will you people actually start realising that we are in the same business, however we do not work according to the same protocols nor do we work according to the same set of rules. Freaking hell, this is supposed to be a site for adults and professionals to discuss issues relevant to the job.
  10. From one lost and found soul to the next, Welcome back dude... Oh and sorry about the tri nations and super 14...
  11. It actually saddens me to see this type of thing. I to like most of you that has aired their views here spend more than just a few hours in the air when the call arises. I suppose the main difference here would be that we don't have helicopters. I am not lying when I tell you that it takes in excess of 7 hours to arrange a chopper should we need it. The last mountain rescue I did, it took in excess of 12 hour to find a suitable civilian helicopter to assist us with the extraction. I would rather you say thank you for having access to this resource than bickering and fighting. But, that's just my humble opinion from the dark continent...
  12. Well now folks, as promised the update on the 2nd Mountain Rescue we had two days ago. This one however, I was not even close to being prepared for. The initial call came through as follow: A 72 yo (yes, it's not a typing error) went hiking on the Brandberg mountain and fell two days previously. The caller indicates that her father who was hiking with the patient when he fell approximately 6 meters and sustained a fracture of the hip and open fracture of the ankle. He apparently stayed with the patient until the both of them realized that they are running out of supplies. This is when the friend / fellow hiker decided it's time to get his ass off the mountain and summon help. He left the injured party there with all their food and water (approx a cup full) and started the hike down the mountain. During this 5 hour hike, night fell and he took the safe option and slept on the side of the mountain. Once he arrived at their vehicle, he was himself severely dehydrated and claims to have lost conciousness. When he came to, he was laying beside their vehicle in the sun. Not knowing how long he lay there, he got into the vehicle and drove 2 hours to the nearest town where he then phoned us and gained some (first aider) attention. Being that it was nightfall by the time he phoned us, there was nothing we could do but await first light. According to the GPS co-ordinates we were given, there was no way we would be able to walk up at night. One of the local guides informed us that the GPS co-ordinates would put us in a valley approximately 500m wide and 1km long. He also assured us that we would be able to land a helicopter in this valley with ease. Thus we started trying to arrange a helicopter for the rescue. Sadly we have no medical helicopters in Namibia and have to co-opt civilian helicopter should the need arise. We were told by the flight co-ordinator that the Air Force refuses the use of their helicopters which, according to my knowledge are the only ones with winch attachments. We were however told that we would be able to use the Presidents helicopter at a cost of USD 11 0000-00 per hour (multiply by 7.40 to reach local currency). In the end, we managed to get a Squirrel and set take off for 8am seeing as it's in the shop for routine maintenance. Come 8am, we are ready and rearing to go. The owner of the chopper tells us he is going to try and find the stretcher insert that came with the chopper. Apparently they purchased the Squirrel with the view of making it a medical chopper but never managed to get it off the ground so they turned it into a sight seeing helicopter. Eventually they return with the stretcher attachment at about 09:40 only to find that they fitted an A/C system that now causes the stretcher attachment not to fit. I then decide a scoop with some cargo straps will do the trick, not to mention I am so pissed you can boil an egg in my ass. Long story of fuel, check etc short, we take off just after 10:00. Its a 1:35 flight to the GPS co-ordinates atop the west side of the mountain. Upon arrival, we circle to find a safe landing spot. During our circling we see a search party waving hands at us. We find a safe landing spot approximately 400m from the actual GPS co-ordinates. I grab my jump bag (weighing about 14kg's) and we start walking to wards the GPS co-ordinates. My colleague walks towards the search party. After about 30min we meet up again, whereupon my colleague informs me that the search party apparently came up last night and searched the whole of the valley without success. They did however find a spot lower down the mountain where two sets of tracks become one. They are apparently on their way there again. I walk towards that area, find a nice size rock and look down. There's no way the chopper will land anywhere except the bottom of the mountain. We make a decision to keep walking down, while the pilot goes back to the chopper and flies it to the bottom and waits for us. We judge it to be about 4km's to the bottom. This decision I regretted before I even suggested it. Bearing in mind that both my colleague and myself are clad in the following attire: 1) Normal safety (steel toed) shoes, 2) Royal blue flight suits, 3) Sun glasses We have a total of 500ml water for each of us and no hats / caps. Down we start, me carrying my jump bag and my colleague carrying the scoop and spider harness. Luckily we decided to send the pin-index (small) 02 cylinder with the pilot to the chopper. The walk down goes pretty easy at first, then the sun starts stinging and the temperature starts rising. It reaches 35+ Deg C, we keep walking. Knowing that this 72 year old has been on the mountain 3 days with a cup of water, a broken "hip" and ankle. We decide the chances of him still being concious are slim at best. Knowing also that this leopard (yes, wild leopard) country we have even less hope of finding the guy alive. on our way down, we stop a few times and swap loads. I take the scoop and my colleague takes my jump bag. We keep walking, then we come across the first leopard track. It's bigger than my hand, and fresh. We keep walking and resting in the little shade we can find. The chopper pilot decided to fly over head a few times to see if he can spot anything, then on his fourth flight he motions to us that the search party is lower down. He turns around and circles the area over the search party, then heads down and lands at the bottom of the mountain. With the end in sight, we keep pushing. Our water by now is long gone, I don't have a single smoke on me, we are sweating profusely and the boots are hurting like a bastard. Again we come across fresh leopard tracks, this time however there's about 3 sets of leopard cub tracks to. So now we have a mother leopard in a ravine of a mountain that will be seriously protective over her cubs. We pass more than one lair where they sleep, our climb becomes harder. At time we have to jump down rocks in excess of 2 meters high. My colleague start walking away from me, my smokers lungs burning, my mouth is dry and the top back part of my palate is on fire. I am not longer producing saliva, I am at the beginning stages of severe dehydration but, still I push on. I decide to have a seat again on a huge rock, my colleague took a route somewhere to my right. Then I hear someone speaking, thinking it might be my colleague I call his name, no answer. Again I hear a voice and again I call his name. Thinking he might be complaining aloud as I am doing in my head. Then the voice answers directly below me, it's the search party. Then I see my colleague, he's gone past their position, I call him back and direct him to the voices. Then I start the way down, it takes me about 10min longer, the original GPS co-ordinates are about 4km's out. Eventually I arrive and low and behold, there's a 72 year old man laying on the ground talking up a storm. He explains that he has not eaten anything in three days because he did not have water to wash the dry food down with. We get the IV set up and push the first litre of fluids rapidly. He gets some colour back, we change to the next litre of fluids, this one we take slightly slower. He is also given 10mg Morphine IVI for pain, we sit and talk a bit more then we move him onto the scoop and strap him down. Just then the pilot arrives, he walked up to make sure we found a live patient. This is where we then decide to talk extraction. We are all in agreement that there's no way we are carrying the patient down, we decide to have my colleague hike down with the pilot and remove the doors off the squirrel. They will then fly back up, hover with one skid on a rocky outcrop and we will load the patient. Should there be enough head wind and power, I will oard and we will fly to the awaiting plane in town. Off they go, the search party leader has water, and I drown myself in it. Even the water burns my palate, by this time I have stopped sweating to. After a few more minutes we decide it's time to move the patient closer to the rock for loading. After another hour the chopper is heading our way. By now I sure everyone is seriously worried about us. We never had time to inform the office that we have to hike. It's been about 5hours since they had any comms with us. The chopper heads up, way up. They make contact with the office "Ops normal, had to hike to pt. co-ords completely off". And they head back to our "landing rock". At this time I explain to the search party that they should load the patient slowly to give the pilot chance to compensate for the extra weight. With the left skid on the rock, the patient is loaded diagonally into the chopper. I hang back and await the pilot's thumbs up. He lifts off, then sets it back down on the rock. I get the thumbs up, approaching with caution I put my jump bag in, then I get in. sitting with my legs dangling out the side, patient to my left. We are heading down the mountain to fetch the doors. The wind rushing past us is so nice and cool, my mouth is still dry and not producing saliva yet, all I can think of is "I need a smoke!". As we land, there's another guy standing at the pickup truck of the search party. He's smoking and has more water! I walk up to him and ask for water and a smoke, to which he smiles and takes out the packet of smokes and offers me one with some water. It's yet again one of the best and strongest light smokes I had in my life! We finish fitting the doors and fly to the little town called Uis to where the King Air is awaiting our arrival. We load the patient over, and head to Windhoek. As a side note, yet again, I lost 3kg's and this time moved from page three of the national news paper to front page! I am now famous LMAO. The only remaining side effects I still have is the slightly infected abrasion on my left elbow and the tell tale dark colour urine indicating that I am still dehydrated.