Kimberly?

Yes, on one ride, they did. For the record, I had on clean underwear. .

Your mamma would be proud! :rofl:

I've cut the clothes off several accident victims preping them for the ER. The clothes were cut so when we lifted them from the ambulance gurney to the hospital gurney they fell away to save time in the ER. Had one nurse (on her way to work) with all in one pantie hose thing s on. Trust me, neither her or I cared, yes, she lived. Too many other did not. :(
 
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If you are asking about my "patients" that is privilege info. ;)

If you are asking me, yes. :rolleyes:

If you are asking Kim, no she does not wear any I am told. :yikes:


What was the name of that famous song by the Safari's back in the 60's :dunno::dunno:

Thinking............................

Thinking ...........................

Thinking............................

;);):wink2::rofl:

Ben.
 
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My only ambulance ride didn't include any clothing removal, but after they got the Orthopedic Surgeon in from his golf game (really... two hours)...

There was a huge gorilla of a guy who got to pretend my arm being flat on a board, was his only mission in life, as he put most of his rather massive upper body weight down on it... while his buddy pulled on it.

The Ortho started this "fun" after the first X-Ray with, "Well we have one chance to set it, but after that we'll have to schedule surgery."

Luckily, I'd had plenty of morphine at that point in time, so listening to them setting my dual-greenstick fracture just above the wrist of both bones, was odd to hear -- since it couldn't possibly be MY arm making all that noise! (It was.)

Crunch, crackle, crack...

The Ortho shot an X-Ray and decided he wanted a little more tugging and pushing.

Crunch, pop!, crunch... That time was a little sore with a couple of "pinches", but nothing serious.

Another X-Ray... heart rate way up now, but otherwise just sore at this point. Sweating forehead.

"Okay, that'll work. Now you'll be in a cast from your shoulder to your wrist for probably about eight weeks and at least another three weeks after that in a forearm cast. We'll just see how fast you heal up."

All went well.

Getting flexibility back in an elbow that's been immobilized for 8 weeks was the hardest part. More snap, crackle, and pop. Took a long time until I could hyper-extend it again.

I can make the wrist make pop noises pretty much at-will.

But I got to keep my clothes on. ;)

The poor dude at the 7-11 I walked into and flopped my busted arm on the counter in front of, turned kinda green. Shock is a wonderful thing. I didn't really even feel that part.

Sitting in the bumpy Ambulance ride hurt worse than anything that whole day. No meds in the Bus because they were assessing me for head trauma. I got to play 20 Questions. ;)
 
Clean underwear?


Underwear?


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I hope I never get a ride in an ambulance (air or otherwise).

A friend of mine did - he was shot, by another guy turkey-hunting the same property, the property owner let two groups on his land and didn't tell either group another was already out there. He got shot by someone in the other group. He said he remembered two things specifically about that helicopter ride: Seeing his own foamy blood, "I've shot enough deer through the lungs to know what that means, I have a new son at home - at least I got to see him for a couple weeks." And hearing one of the medics counting, "One, Two, Three, ..." Turns out the guy was counting the pellet holes.
 
Kimberly:

Having been thru a major trauma I can tell you that you will lose all body modesty. After a while you just give up on it. I do recall one time lying in the bed with my bottom exposed and having 4 women standing around my bed looking at my arse and I realized that none of them cared :)
 
Kimberly:

Having been thru a major trauma I can tell you that you will lose all body modesty. After a while you just give up on it. I do recall one time lying in the bed with my bottom exposed and having 4 women standing around my bed looking at my arse and I realized that none of them cared :)

Gotta agree with this perspective, I had a third degree burn on my bum and dealing with things became rather routine with medical staff: "here, I'll just hold those out of your way" when bandaging. Sorta funny, the doctor wanted to look at my ass every other day for about six weeks.
 
Car wreck?

Whatever, sounds like a LOT of fun.

Oops sorry I'm behind and missed the question, Spike.

High speed bicycle wreck many moons ago.

I did end up under a parked car, but it wasn't moving. :)
 
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