Hubby is in a type of business group that organises a lot of events. Some are family orientated, others couple orientated, a few just for business people. This week there was a special event where we were given options to look behind the scenes in various environments, We were lucky enough to get a glimpse behind the scenes at a local hospital's 'Flight for Life' programme.
There was an email sent out that said that there was also a 'one in a lifetime' chance for one person to volunteer and be the 'victim' and after being 'moulaged' they would go up in the helicopter for a while and then 'arrive' at the hospital,
and go through the paces of being the trauma victim.
This hospital is Trauma 1 rated which, my understanding is, can take the most severely injured.
So Hubby read the one off e-mail and considered doing it but then thought of me being left there with the other member of the group - at a bit of a loose end, so he thought better of it.
I read the e-mail, thought it sounded amazing and e-mailed straight back to volunteer myself, not even thinking of Hubby (besides they are his 'associates' in the group).
So I got there a little bit early for the make up artist (a nurse) to use her bag of tricks on me to create my injuries. Who knew that the blood used is actually a zesty mint flavor?
Thank goodness I had remembered to shave my legs!!!
The matching underwear was however largely ignored as they went for a leg wound and a head laceration.....
It was pretty cool to see them explain what they were doing and why.
Then it was a case of waiting for the helicopter to land and meeting the crew. They were the nicest chaps ever.
We were soon joking around - talking about where we could fly - what I wanted to see in Denver. It was surreal to have a pilot ask ME where I wanted to fly over....in my city.
Because we are 5280 ft above sea level, helicopters have limitations here. The flight for life program has been operating for over 20 years and they have worked through several helicopters. They currently have 4 helicopters available. They fly where ever needed and are also used for inter hospital transfers. But they are single roter helicopters - they work best for mountain rescue and altitude flying.
Someone asked if they couldn't use bigger helicopters like the Military - but apparently the finances just don't allow.
I was amazed at how small the helicopter is - (and how clean)... there is just room for 2 nurses the pilot and one patient. In very extreme cases they can take a 2nd patient but it hinders what they can do treatment wise on board the craft.
It was amazing to see some of the city's landmarks from above. And the straight roads all in grid form. I was strapped on the gurney inside the helicopter but sat up for most of the flight. I was so close to the pilot - closer than my passenger is to me when I am driving in the car....
It was just all fascinating. And then we flew towards my house and hovered over it before heading back. It was so quick. You could so see the benefits of transporting patients this way.
And then I got my neck brace put on, my fake EKG leads, my Oxygen monitor and my oxygen mask and we were set to land......
Oh and the nurse told me that in laying me down flat, I would be, erm, very intimate with him, erm, between his legs for a bit......and normally patients don't need this explaining as they are so out of it.....
So the group were waiting for us up by the helipad.
They had called me in as '29 year old female (Hubby had apparently laughed a lot at this), involved in ATV collision with head lac and lower leg trauma.'
It's the nearest I am going to get to an apprearance on Casualty. I loved it. (Next life, I could be a medic?).
It was bumpy and jerky getting from the helicopter stretcher onto the hospital one.
It was interesting to hear the other members in the group react to my fake injuries too!
Hubby, who came with me when I was getting prepared with my injuries, said it was really quite awful to see me getting wheeled down a hospital corridor when though he knew it was 'pretend'.
Even though this was carefully planned and orchestrated, there was a little mix up. The hospital had been really busy that day as there had been a shoot out where 2 bank robbers had been shot dead and 2 policemen injured and they had all arrived here a few hours earlier. So Trauma 10 - their most high tech room, was a crime scene.....and so they took me to a 'lesser' trauma room and started to evalutate me.
But pushing me down the corridors, some Doctors were unaware I was a fake and yelling things to the paramedics and nurses...apparently. I kept my eyes shut most of the time. IN CHARACTER of course.
When I finished role playing and sat up, we listened to a lot of explanations from the medics etc and then walked to the board room to meet the COO and hear figures......the hospital takes over a BILLION dollars a year....etc etc.
Got some strange looks walking down the corridor with these wounds, I can tell you!!
Then I washed away my trauma fun and went with some of the nurses etc out for a meal. It was full of their humbling experiences, their views on health care reform, the stories that have stuck in their minds the 20 years plus experience they shared. Their 12 hour shift implications on their lives etc.
IT WAS AMAZING. Always good to have these life altering situations, every 9 or 10 days or so is about right for me.....
And on the drive home in the dark, the north side of I-25 was shut down. Traffic stood still. 16 police cars there maybe....a tractor trailer collision with a little car. I think they were seriously waiting for one of the flight for life crews to land..... ironic, amazing, humbling.
And I drove home just that little bit more carefully. . . . .
I tweeted the other day how I had tidied up the guest room properly and was just sort of wishing that we were getting a more exciting visitor than the Mother-in-Law. But today, her first full day here, she has been quite helpful, taken my mind off things and besides that she brought me chocolate and a Hello! (yes even though I'd just been there) - so she's not in my bad books JUST yet.
Invariably, MIL has the ability to cause chaos around her. Pretty much in the same way that I cause electrical objects to fail left, right and centre, she can cause a train to be delayed, a fire alarm to go off, a coat just to rip - you get the idea.
But this one is quite a classic even for her. She arrived last night with two HUGE cases. (This is from Miss 'I don't travel light' Mumof4). They were massive. And one of the first things she said to me last night, as Hubby schlepped said cases through the door, was 'You didn't tell me about the one case rule!' to me her least favourite daughter in law.
I know nothing about said rule. I flew Thursday direct with BA and was allowed 2 cases. Well she flew Monday, non direct and was CHARGED for her 2nd case. In front of father in law too. This is therefore, obviously, my fault.
Not only this but she was stopped at security and pulled to one side for bringing a Christmas Cake in her handbag. The way she told it, the security people in Philly guessed the round mass to be cheese. Rather than just TELL them she proceeded with a sort of 20 questions approach of 'Nope! Not cheese, try again!' Honestly.
Anyhow, she paid the extra for the 2nd suitcase. These would be the new ('no they were NOT CHEAP' to Hubby of Mumof4) suitcases - the 4 wheel ones that are supposed to be easy to manoeveur and not fall over. Well OF COURSE hers fall over, so she is planning to return them to the store when they complete their transatlantic journey - with the receipt - to tell them that they fall over when they shouldn't. OF COURSE it is not her packing.
BUT she doesn't want to pay for 2nd suitcase to return to UK. Hubby is also returning to UK the same day as MIL (different flight) but wanted to check in ZERO BAGS. (Men!). He wants to stay a few days in London before meeting up with his folk and his brother for his 40th birthday. The plans are ridiculously complicated involving plane, small car, football match, all you can eat and possibly Chuck Berry. And the 2nd case that needs to get back - free of charge - possibly empty - maybe with Hubby, but he's obviously not too keen.
It is not even worth suggesting things. Or arguing. Or saying to pack the damn case differently. Because she is the sort of woman to stand in the store all day with the bloody receipt, pulling said case around until it toppled over to prove her point.
And somewhere, in my kids, this gene could well float.....................................
Must keep telling myself. 'She MEANS well. And she brought Walnut Whips. She MEANS well. And she brought Walnut Whips........................'
...and at least she plays with the kids.
Bee was going to a dance on Friday night, I think the boy she likes was planning on going too. All the 6th Graders were invited - it was over at another school.
She picked out her outfit Thursday night and then gave me a shopping list for Friday - some oils she had heard worked ever so well on curly hair. So I got similar oils and some lip gloss on Friday, as instructed. (trying on the good mum front).
One of her friends was coming home with us Friday after school. Once home, they got snacks, went up in her room and the music came on.
Took me back.......to the 80s...when I did very similar things...(at other people's houses) and it meant everything.
I went in later to check on them. They were in her bathroom - friend helping Bee with her hair. Straightening it, using my heat repair spray on it.....like they had been doing this glamor lark for years. The friend has an iPhone (she too is 11) and they were watching VIDEOS on it.
I felt about 100.
The friend went home to prepare herself with her designer gear. Bee applied and blotted lipgloss 10 times. I showed her how to do a tiny bit of blue eyeliner (a la 80s) and a smidge of mascara. She has very pretty eyelashes already.
I offered a pair of my cool flat shoes that went with her outfit. Hubby scowled throughout.
She went out looking age appropriate (I think) with another girlfriend to boot. They were so excited. And I so wanted them to have a good time.
The really funny thing was that they were asked to bring a 'personal care item' to the dance. I think it was part of a fundraising for a hostel close by.
So 3 trendy girls walk down my path. - heading to the Friday night dance.
The friend in the designer bleached jeans holding 3 toothbrushes.
The friend with supermodel skinniness and furry boots, holding 2 boxes of soap.
And Bee, in my shoes, holding a 4 pack of toilet rolls not the slightest bit embarrassed.
Am sure that at 11 I would have gone for something 'other' than toilet rolls!!!!!
They came back at 10.30 and I took one of Bee's friends home. They giggled away and told me how they had danced on the stage. There had been a dry ice/smoke (?) machine. Their friend had done 'the worm' 3 times. Hope that was a dance move, not a boy?
She had a great time out. They were already talking about the next dance for Christmas.
She is growing up and drives me up the wall, A LOT but I think she's doing ok.
She went to bed at 11pm. At least she got to lie in!!
I am now the only non US citizen in this house.
Hubby was sworn in today. Came home with his certificate and a little flag etc.
He called me in the car to tell me he couldn't actually get sworn in (he is the worst for winding up.....) as there had been an issue with an old speeding ticket of mine which had hindered his case.
Of course I fell for it...started going into how I HAD sorted the mix up out - they had actually assigned it to him by mistake....anyhow - he was describing the ceremony whilst I was still plotting evil ways to make him pay for having me going.
Today he said there were 68 new citizens sworn in during his 'session' - from 30 different countries.
Apparently, this INS procedure, compared to Green Card/Legal Alien application, is 'a piece of piss.'
Still need to get a new appointment for mine. Still worrying about 'the test.' Oh and I also fell for him telling me that Jan 1st 2010 would bring in a new test with double the question..... Yes, I am truly that gullible.
Now comes his job of getting a US passport.
He was planning to do it expedited - as he has a trip out of the country in less than 2 weeks. So he phoned for an 'emergency appointment' and they gave him a day he can't possibly do (can't remember why) - and the only other day is the day he flies and it may not process in time.
So he has had to cancel his flight, lose his $600 and wait a few days....because then he flies to UK within the 2 week time frame so can hopefully get one before then,
Whilst he can keep his UK passport and could, in theory travel on that, he has had to give up his Green Card already....so getting back into US could prove tricky.
It is all very complicated. Very.
My friend coming into London made me put a brave face on a bit. We had tickets to see Billy Elliot and I figured I would maybe sleep if it was naff - remembered seeing the film a few years ago and liked it but didn't love it.
We had brilliant seats. Could see the orchestra and the conductor which actually made it more interesting for me. It used a heavy northern dialect throughout which surprised us. That together with all the miners strike references, the Margaret Thatcher puppet, Michael Hesseltine (?) hair...must have been wasted on a lot of the foreign theater goers.
We got the tube home (via quick stop to buy ground almonds.....) and saw this interesting ice cream shop...had to have a photo ...but no ice cream as we were still so stuffed from our amazing excellent meal at lunch - Salt and Pepper near Harrods. Excellent.
My friend then came back to my room to help me pack. She was the cutter outer of labels on new clothes - the turn it inside out-er of things in case UK customs got me. Very helpful, saved me some time.
Packed, she went to bed and my insomnia, worrying started again......
It was most certainly one of those over analysing life situations....get me home, stop me thinking....
I remember feeling like this once before as a student in Austria. Again I was alone...and in a bad place (mentally) and just needed to get back to people and busy life.
Maybe a shrink could evaluate me and tell me this escapism is really unhealthy for me.... that I need to confront my demons etc.
But I just don't think I can do that right now....
Ended up waiting a lot. Taking things out of my bags that I didn't want to take back to America...didn't care to. Had 2 showers. Brushed teeth several times. Watched bad soap omnibuses on tv.
Hell at one stage I was even dancing along to Zumba bloody infomercials and tempted to even phone and order it...but figured the box set with free shaker thingies would be available here too.
Breakfast....when my friend and I had a laugh and compared school mum stories and the mad over achieving UK mums VS mad overachieving US mums . . . .
And then it was taxi time... Paddington....a goodbye....Heathrow Express.....on the way home.
The flight was quite empty. I had a whole row to myself. They didn't make a fuss about my ridiculous amount of hand luggage.
I was asleep before we took off. Saved some tears....
I woke up to hear meal selection....but was asleep by the time it got to me so didn't have any which was fine, had no real need.
Watched one film....and read the papers and magazines....and slept some more.....
Watched the map.......it was a 10hr flight in the end but it was ok.
And then we landed......nearly nearly home.....
Immigration was a breeze. Figured this may be my last time as a UK citizen through the control....
Waited for bags forever it seemed. One came through...the other took 20 minutes to get out. I have had babies quicker ffs!
Denver has very strange trolleys (to accomodate skis) but got it all on....
Hubby and Rory picked me up. Kept it all together and kept hugging them until Hubby was worried about airport police glaring at our car in the drop off zone....
Headed to school to get the others who all seemed pleased to see me. Hugs all around and was brought up to speed with their week on the drive home....all the stuff we need to sort out....
Was already texting/phoning in the car (Hubby driving).
Have now
RSVPed for a party for Mac.
Told Bee why she can't straighten her hair every day despite what the book may say.
Got Paddy a lift to Basketball scrimmage (?) tomorrow night.
Okayed Paddy playing in a basketball game on Saturday morning.
Spoken to both of Bee's friend's divorced folk to agree to car pool/drop off their daughter.
Called to confirm middle schooldance location times etc for Bee's dance tomorrow. ....
Then it was home for more hugs, dinner and little presents before the kids got to bed.
Hectic already, but it is what I have needed to throw me into it. To get my head focused a bit.
Showered, ready for bed. Waiting for Ambien to kick in......
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Thank you all for your comments. It really really made a difference to the support and made me feel far less alone.
You bloggers, you.....yet again....come to my rescue. :) A hug to each and every one of you.
x
I have been away in London for the past 4 days.
Yes, London England.
Some of you close friends know this - to many of you others, I could have shared this news and maybe met up with you - but this trip was already quite earmarked. It was a break I needed but which has left me in turmoil.
1/2 of me never wants to set foot of this side of the pond again. Ever.
Then some of me just wants to come back here and be really English.
And a bit of me just doesn't even care if I get up tomorrow.
But I have missed my kids so so much. I despise myself for leaving them for my own disasterous self centered reasons. My break and 'quest' for 'me time' has fucked me up (excuse my French) in a way I let possible. I am sick to my stomach and find myself at 1.05am paying silly hotel ££ to use their internet....I just can't sleep.
My bags are packed to return to America Thursday am..but if I lie in bed my mind just races and gives me no no hope.
I met a dear friend tonight and we went to the theater. It was wonderful (Billy Elliot) and it zoned me for a while. Like many things these 4 days, I was wholly unworthy of it all.
I head to Heathrow tomorrow (today). I am going home. To see my kids and decide what to do. To hug them so hard and remember they are my only reason for being.
Sat here in reception in sunglasses to hide my tears.
You know when you have looked forward to something so so so TOO much. Well it's not a disappointment at all, you just then find reality hard afterwards. It's maybe the crash and burn. I don't know.
I had vodka at lunch to chill a little - and I don't drink.
I am not taking hardly worn shoes home with me - my bags are over weight but I am happy to leave them here - that is just so not me.
Even shopping with my friend today - was just no big thrill even though I normally LOVE shopping in UK.
I am a mess. A fuckwit. Who is going to try and lie down on a bed and watching mind numbing tv. Until it is time to go.
x
Who Knew lyrics
Songwriters: Martin, Max; Moore, Alecia B; Gottwald, Lukasz;
You took my hand, you showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh huh, that's right
In everything you said to me
Yeah huh, that's right
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
?Cause they're all wrong
I know better
?Cause you said forever
And ever, who knew?
Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no, no no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you a friend
I'd give anything
When someone said count your blessings now
For they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
But they knew better
Still you said forever and ever
Who knew? Yeah yeah
I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we, until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened?
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
?Cause they're all wrong
And that last kiss I'll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes it harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling, who knew?
My darling
My darling, who knew?
My darling I miss you
My darling, who knew?
Who knew?
Feeling a bit down to say the least. Don't feel like blogging so much as an outlet. Too much going on in my head. Need to keep busy. Wanting to just focus on Hubby and kids for a while - to know what is and should be far more important. And make the best of things. Life is just too short.
Mother in law arrives at the weekend to stay for Thanksgiving (this year I am going to try and at least be more American in the sense of being a lot more thankful for what I HAVE and not just crave what I WANT). As much as mother in law bugs me, I think I need the company right now. And I have a big Christmas project fpr Hubby which I started and now must finish. Will be unique, but very time consuming but I am determined to do it all.
Hubby went and did his American citizenship this week, passed with flying colors and they wanted to swear him in that very afternoon but he had a meeting to get to. So he gets sworn in Friday. Still haven't got an appointment for mine. Another big change to come. Maybe it will make me more patriotic and socially aware? God knows I need to become a MUCH BETTER PERSON.
Peace out peeps.
x
