“He just had a stroke 3 weeks ago” the middle aged woman states as we enter the home. Gazing at us from the next room are the faces of concern and worry on family members, for infront of us lays our patient drenched in sweat on the back mud room floor, unresponsive. I attempt to talk to the patient with nonsense replies. “AJ, grab the reeves” my partner states.
*Disclaimer* Now if you’ve never read my stuff, you may be expecting a story of heroism and valor to follow. How we moved quickly with appropriate intervention’s in order to save this patients life. We did things to make a difference in the outcome of this patient. Where as that may be true in most cases, You’d be wrong when expecting this when reading my tales. For I deal in the WTF humor moments of my life.
I exit the mud room by squeezing my polar bear like frame through the partially opened door over the patient and past the fire men in a very “roomy” galley style kitchen filled with first in bags and various other equipment. As I make my way on the front porch off the porch my focus locks on the snow covered wood stairs which are not attached by screw’s, nail’s, twine, duct tape, safety pins, well frankly they were not attached by anything. As I made it down the stairs in one piece I noticed a flash of color to my left. By the time I noticed t’was already to late!
*PHWACK*
Something had just bashed the side of my boot around my ankle. As I glanced down in the white slate which was the snow covered yard I saw a bit of brown. Looking at it my brain could not make it out, what on earth was thrown at me? Dirty socks? Muddy snowball? Maybe an ugg’s boot? As I kept deciphering in my head I bent down closer. It has fur, definatly or wait is that fabric? Would some one throw a dead squirrel?
To my surprise (which I may or may not have let out a school girlish shriek) it jumped up and darted off in the opposite direct. Continuing my way on to get the reeves I chuckle “Ain’t no way they’ll believe me being struck by a damn rabbit, ain’t no way”
