Maybe not such a good idea

Ok. Today, I gave my donation at the lab, so I can start my new job coming up down south.

I can't believe how much this cancer thing has actually effected my day to day living. I am so backed up right now with house work, school things and doctors appointments I don't think I'm ever going to catch up.

Well.

Since with this new job I maybe running calls both emergency and 10-96. I showed my face, and my doctors release, at my other volunteer fire company and picked up a couple of calls.

I love being a part of a volunteer fire company. They pay for my education, and I give back time. Plus, doing the runs sharpens my skills to use later in my daily job.

Well, last night we got an assault. PD was on scene.

Scene safe. BSI.

We walk in to an "alternative lifestyles" party.

No big deal. My other job is direct sale for romance enhancements. My partner was a country boy. His eyes were bugging out. Me, on the other hand, was ok with the situation.

The lights were on in the banquet room when we first arrived. Glitter covered everything. Our patient was on a bench at the door, with a small puncture wound to the scalp. The club asked us it they could resume the party. I believed it was alright, if it was cleared with the officers. I had seen the wound. I flushed it with saline and was applying direct pressure. I sent my partner for the stretcher and board.

There was enough light to safely board and collar this patient in the front. Plus, I sympathized with club owner. Time is money, and patrons were leaving.

Remember.

I did say scene safe. BSI.

Most of my colleague laugh at me; because, my gloves are on before I even get out of the front I wear them up to transfer of care.

Well.

When those lights turned off, black lights came on.

Proteins glow in black lights. Proteins would mostly be bodily fluids.

That couch was a glowing with small splatter marks and what looked like down under creases (ladies remember this).

This couch was PRETTY POPULAR.

I must have had a look on my face; because, my patient thought I "found" something bad with their head wound. Truth is there was a splatter mark right next to their ear.

I collared my patient, and load them on to the backboard.

I placed them on the stretcher with O2, and took off.

By the way, that box was is bypass for a hour so I decontaminate myself.

I am so glad I'm not the clubbing age anymore.

I'll ALWAYS remember the first critical fail.

SCENE SAFE.
BSI.