I mentioned in my previous blog that I had to phone the ambulance for a girl that passed out in the hall after I got my blood work done. Last night at 2:00AM, had another incident. I was all snuggly in bed, surrounded by the cutest kitties ever, when I was woken up by a bunch of screaming outside. I looked out my bedroom window to see a girl screaming at this dude who kept falling over. She was swearing like crazy and kept mentioning “bleeding,” which I didn’t know if it was him or her. She stood him up and he fell back down. Then she yelled “Then stay on the ground then – I can’t deal with this anymore!” She started walking away and came back thirty second later, screaming again. She got him stood up and this time he fell pretty hard (he was clearly drunk). Half of him was on the road. She left at this point. Soooooooo…..I called 911. I told the dispatcher that I was up on the 10th floor, watching with my binoculars. She asked if he was breathing, which was a little hard to tell from up there. I said he wasn’t moving. She said she was sending an ambulance, and I told her I would run down and check on the dork. Ugh. And the street he was on was behind my building and I basically had to run half way around the whole block to get to him. I got to him and asked if he was ok. He mumbled. Oh good – I didn’t have to touch him. I asked his name and if he was hurt. More mumbling. I said I called an ambulance because I didn’t want to see him be the next passing car’s speed bump. He then asked if I would just come closer and make love to him. I said thanks for the offer but I’ll pass. Ewwww. I stepped away from him, said to turn on his side and go to sleepies. Thankfully, he listened. I saw the ambulance way down the street so I blinked my iPhone camera at them. They got him sitting up and talking and hooked up to get his vitals. Two cop cars then showed up. I told the EMS the story and then again to the cops. Dude started to get a little rowdy at that point. They thanked me so much for calling. The cop said she wishes more people wouldn’t just turn their backs on these types of things. I told them that I never could and never will. I bid them all adieu then went around the block again to get home. Back home, I had my bedroom window still open and could hear the guy screaming that he was going to kill everyone there and their families. Good times. You can kinda make out a couple of the paramedics here, a bit of the stretcher they had just loaded him up on, and the cop car:
I took a sleeping pill, as it was now almost 3:00AM. I also decided to take the day off today so knew I could sleep in a bit.
I had a good day today. Still feeling better each day, and even the headache is improving. Mind you, I took some Tylenol this morning so it wasn’t quite as bad. It’s been almost migraine strength for three weeks now. Getting a wee bit tired of it. At least the pills took the edge off. I hate taking anything because I’m always afraid of getting rebound headaches. Sometimes you gotta though. I relaxed most of the morning then went to the airport for before noon. I couldn’t believe what happened when I was leaving my apartment though. I made it down to the elevator when the smell hit me. My dearest Abby took a big, wet poo on the floor then tried to cover it up by knocking my flight bag over on it. I didn’t notice when I picked it up and put the bag over my shoulder. I looked down and had poo smeared all over my shorts, shirt, purse, phone and hand. Ugh! I ran in and changed, scraped what I could off my bag and phone and raced out the door. Running a tad late now. Even the guy in the airport tower noticed that I was taxiing a little fast and made a funny comment over the radio. Fortunately, made it over Lookout Golf Course on time to do a little fly-over for the awesome Wise Guys Charity golf tournament, before the shotgun start.
It was a fun but very tiring flight. It was hot, humid and I had full tanks of fuel, which adds a great amount of weight to the plane, making it harder to pull it through the maneuvers.
On the home front, I’m happy to report that Sarge came back home from Mike’s:
It was so good to see him. Mya, on the other paw, wasn’t too thrilled and avoided him by jumping up on my bookshelf and engaged her laser-eyes. Pew-pew!
Today’s symptoms: Energy was actually decent considering the night I had. I’m glad the headache is slowly improving, but still has a long way to go. ***sigh***
Lizzy McFly 