I just got out of the ER. If you have a minute you should read this story. It is one of those that belongs on some tv show or some shit.
This patient comes in for a bad leg wound, really bad. He ends up in my room so the others and I start trying to break dowm the problem. He explains that he is a professional hunter, and he had a an accident a while ago.
His name was Dash, and he went duck hunting by himself earlier that day. Him and his dog where walking through the woods, in the middle of nowhere near Redding Ca. He was a true redneck, so of course he was drinking heavily despite the fact that it was 9 am. He reached his little aluminum boat, threw all of his stuff into it (including his 12 gauge) and started to push off. He then jumped into the boat. At this time the gun is pointing directly at him. The boat rocked back and forth for a minute, then crashed back into shore. The gun then fell over and went off, placing a slug right in the thigh of Dash.
He is in the middle of nowhere, bleeding all over the place and drunk. SUCKS.
After collecting himself. he decided to scoot backwards on his ass into the wilderness, hoping to find someone or something. HE scooted for hours and hours, every once and a while laying down and deciding to just give up and die. Every time he did this his little black lab would bark and start pulling him by his shirt, telling him to keep going (this is why I love dogs, so loyal). So this happened multiple times until finally he came across a cabin. He reached the door, rang the bell, knocked, no one home. Fuck.
He then grabbed a chair on the porch, threw it through the window, and crawled inside. After searching for a while he couldn't find a phone, so he decided to just give up again.
Then what happens of course, the little black lab pulls him into a back room that has a phone in it. (I am not shitting you, this is 100% true).
So the medics take forever to find the place, but finally get him and fly him to us. The guy is near dead, but is currently doing better by the hour.
The best part is that the name Dash came from his family that came with him. It stood for "Dumb Ass Shot Himself".
I'm not the best story teller, I hope I did this some justice. That is if anyone actually reads this.
Hope you feel better Leeloo!
This patient comes in for a bad leg wound, really bad. He ends up in my room so the others and I start trying to break dowm the problem. He explains that he is a professional hunter, and he had a an accident a while ago.
His name was Dash, and he went duck hunting by himself earlier that day. Him and his dog where walking through the woods, in the middle of nowhere near Redding Ca. He was a true redneck, so of course he was drinking heavily despite the fact that it was 9 am. He reached his little aluminum boat, threw all of his stuff into it (including his 12 gauge) and started to push off. He then jumped into the boat. At this time the gun is pointing directly at him. The boat rocked back and forth for a minute, then crashed back into shore. The gun then fell over and went off, placing a slug right in the thigh of Dash.
He is in the middle of nowhere, bleeding all over the place and drunk. SUCKS.
After collecting himself. he decided to scoot backwards on his ass into the wilderness, hoping to find someone or something. HE scooted for hours and hours, every once and a while laying down and deciding to just give up and die. Every time he did this his little black lab would bark and start pulling him by his shirt, telling him to keep going (this is why I love dogs, so loyal). So this happened multiple times until finally he came across a cabin. He reached the door, rang the bell, knocked, no one home. Fuck.
He then grabbed a chair on the porch, threw it through the window, and crawled inside. After searching for a while he couldn't find a phone, so he decided to just give up again.
Then what happens of course, the little black lab pulls him into a back room that has a phone in it. (I am not shitting you, this is 100% true).
So the medics take forever to find the place, but finally get him and fly him to us. The guy is near dead, but is currently doing better by the hour.
The best part is that the name Dash came from his family that came with him. It stood for "Dumb Ass Shot Himself".
I'm not the best story teller, I hope I did this some justice. That is if anyone actually reads this.
Hope you feel better Leeloo!
sophronia:
holy shitballs, that's one crazy story!