Dance at the wood choppers ball.
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Posted:Jun 13, 2012 7:32 am
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2012 8:38 pm 5522 Views
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The who attend Survival Camp are senior cadets and most are "experienced campers". None the less, they attend two weeks of classes on review of equipment. How to use an axe, bow saw, knife, compass, etc. How to find your way in the woods, What what plants you can touch and what you should not touch, what you can eat and what you can not eat. Safety/First Aid(standard). A 101 things to review and remember. When they get out into the woods/forest then they are shown advanced camping that will save your life if you get lost.
Moving on, the are now out in the field with their group instructors. It is day two, so the camp should be established and lessons will start.
0730 (7:30am) A radio message comes in from Yellow group. A male camper has (in their words) almost chopped off his leg and they need the "Doc" to attend their position right away. The casualty has been given first aid and his leg has been elevated.
The only way to them is to hike through the woods, because that is where they are, in the woods at x/x coordinates (all camp site coordinates were worked out before camp started).
So I grab my medical backpack (around 60 to 70lbs), radio and utility belt and wait for a senior staff instructor to meet up with me. Off we go at a good pace down the path. As they say, when you hear hoof beats, think not zebra. Well, I tried to think , but that darn zebra was at the back of my mind.
We arrive at the camp site. are wandering around like nothing has happened, eating their breakfast. By one of the shelters (there are no tents, only ponchos and sheet plastic to make shelters out of) are two instructors sitting with the casualty. His leg has been wrapped with compression bandages that makes his leg look three times it's size. It was elevated on.......a running shoe. So much for elevation, unless his heart is in a hole under his butt.
I unwrap the bandage and remove the dressing to have a peek. A small amount of blood on the dressing, the wound? Well lets just say my wife has taken off more skin shaving her legs than the axe did to the boy's leg. It was a glancing blow, an abrasion to the Tib and what would be called a "bone bruise". Nothing broken and nothing serious. It is going to hurt like heck for a few days, but he can get back to full training. Well we are here I check the rest of the for foot blisters and a quick once over to be sure everyone is OK.
Now a relaxing hike back to main camp. At least I am getting a lot of exercise here.
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GPS locators on your phone
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Posted:Jun 12, 2012 8:47 am
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2012 10:20 am 5514 Views
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Hay folks, sorry to post twice on one day, but I just read a news item about people who are upset with being tracked on their cell phones. I hope I am right, but it seems there is a command to turn this feature off and on. Who knows for sure eh?
Any way I like this feature especially for seniors(alzheimer's) and the very young. Why? 911 is the main reason. People dial 911 and for some reason get disconnected. The operator passes the notice to the police. The officer asks the operator to ping the last call, the operator can give the area from the cell tower, and if the phone has GPS active, can get a grid location. I have heard it done many times. Most of the time it is a playing with the cell phone.
About a week ago I was sitting in my vehicle and a call came across, the operator received a call to 911 and all the operator heard was a weak "help" and the call was disconnected. It was assigned to an officer and he asked for the location.
To make a long story short, the location was in a wooded area. Three cars responded. The officers saw a group of playing in the bushes but nothing else. The operator was able, with an area map, to say the location was in the wooded area just past a curve in the road. One of the officers said he was there, and the operator said the phone should be 50 feet in front and to the side of the officer. An unconscious female was located just off the path, a drug overdose. The officers carried her out to the roadway and was met by a EMS unit and the female taken to the hospital. I later found out she had recovered OK.
If it can save lives I am all for it. If a person is worried about their privacy and freedom, then don't do criminal acts, or take the battery out of your cellphone so you can not be located and no one will know where you are.
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Sesame Count at Camp
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Posted:Jun 12, 2012 7:13 am
Last Updated:May 12, 2013 6:10 am 5413 Views
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At this camp there were two log cabins for the males on staff that housed four bunk beds and a wood stove in each cabin. Then there were four smaller log cabins, three for the females on staff that housed two bunk beds and a wood stove in each cabin. The forth cabin was the First Aid Post that was divided by a curtain down the middle and housed the medical inspection room on one side, and a single bed and wood stove on the other side for the medical person.
There was a large kitchen, a one person solar shower, and a very large cabin that housed the CO and a class room. Other than out-houses those were the only buildings. The all slept in four person tents.
Now picture this. It was lights out and the were all settled in their tents. Duty staff were sitting at the end of the wood sidewalks waiting for the ankle bitters to drop off to sleep.
From one of the tents came a loud slap and a voice said "one, one dead mosquito, ah ah ah."
All was quite again.
Then came another loud slap and the same voice said "two, two dead mosquito's. ah ah ah."
All was quite again.
Then came the slap and the same voice saying "three, three dead mosquito's, ah ah ah."
This went on to eight dead mosquito's and then one of the duty staff said " I don't know who that is, but you had better shut up and get to sleep."
All was quite for a short period, then came that same voice with "one, one mad instructor, ah ah ah." and the Camp Count went to sleep.
True story #2 ")
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Summer Camps, and Excitement
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Posted:Jun 11, 2012 8:48 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2012 10:40 am 5167 Views
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Grouch's post on his boyscout adventure reminded me of exciting camps I was involved with. I provided medical care at Boyscout camps, Girl Gide camps but mostly Cadet Camps.
My first camp, and two further camps, was a Cadet Survival Camp located in Northern Alberta 50 miles(80k) from the nearest small town and 10 miles(16k) from a country gravel road down a wilderness one lane track/road. It had been raining and parts of the road were impassable except with a 4x4 vehicle.
We had been getting the camp ready for the to arrive in two days. I was organizing my First Aid Post/Cabin when one of the staff members came in and advised me one of the junior members was missing. He had borrowed a cross country motor bike and had been gone for two hours. It was dusk, he had not returned and they were organizing a search party. The young man was not familiar with the area and anything could have happened. I grabbed my first aid back-pack, radio and utility belt and headed out on foot with the search party. There were gullies and hills to check before we hit the forest area.
A shout from the left, they had located him. He had gone over the lip of a five to six foot gully. When I got to him he was not breathing, unresponsive, pulse very weak and thready. A member was dispatched back to camp to get the 4x4 while I worked on the casualty. Time was critical. Airway was established, secondary done, no broken bones, no bleeding, IV in place. Examination showed we were still in trouble and had to transport NOW. The town clinic was advised we were on our way and the casualty would need further transport to the closest hospital. All vital information was given. The Camp Commander had been informed and was now handling all administration problems.
The truck arrived, the casualty prepared for transport, and O2 started. On the way out, the 4x4 was slipping and sliding in the mud and almost got stuck at the bottom of a steep hill. Thank gosh the driver was an experienced transport driver. The casualty was still not responding to stimuli but breathing was now regular. We made it to town in rather good time. Met at the door by the local Doctor, communication and further examination done and the casualty was transferred to his care and ready for transport to the area hospital.
Our involvement was over for the time being and we headed back to the camp at a much slower pace. As time passed, the CO kept us informed of the members recovery.
When time came for graduation of the cadets who took part in the six week Survival Camp, we were pleased to see that our casualty was out of the hospital and had been invited to the camp along with his parents, to take part in the festivities. He had suffered some brain damage but was expected to make a full recovery.
This is the abridged version of one of my adventures at the first camp.
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Vanishing cream
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Posted:Jun 4, 2012 7:46 am
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2012 10:02 pm 5154 Views
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The lady was taking off her make-up using a vanishing cream that tightens up the skin. Her was watching and asked "whats that mommy", her mother said "vanishing cream". Her replied "but I can still see you".
Watching his mother apply cold cream "to make her more beautiful" and then wipe it off, the little boy asked, "What's the matter, are you giving up?"
Just remembering Poet Dancer's post "Does your "Scent" give away your age"
Still laughing at that one. Thanks Poet.
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I have arrived
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Posted:May 28, 2012 7:30 pm
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2012 7:32 pm 6546 Views
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At least I think I have arrived. I have been blocked on a blog. At least I think I have been blocked. Does "only friends of ...... can post" mean your blocked? Yeah that must be it, because if it meant only friends can post, then some people would never have any posting on their blogs. My last post was even deleted along with my "you win" line. This is sooooo cool. I might start a blocked bloggers club. Any advice?
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My eating disorder.
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Posted:Apr 14, 2012 7:34 pm
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2012 7:33 pm 5080 Views
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First off, I love to cook and I enjoy eating. My eating disorder is, it takes me a long time to eat, a sandwich and soup, around a half hour. Supper an hour or so, Formal eating two hours minimum. By the time I finish supper I am the only one left at the table, well me and the three dogs that is. To me, eating is an art not just a necessity. Mrsdinty and I can make wine and a baguette last an hour.
I often wonder, do people in a restaurant who, when the meal arrives, eat and leave in 20 to 30 minuets really enjoy the meal?
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It is always funny when.....part II
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Posted:Apr 9, 2012 12:25 am
Last Updated:May 29, 2012 3:36 pm 4842 Views
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Saturday morning 07 April 9am, I am getting the photo radar vehicle ready to go on deployment. Equipment check, forms, blah, blah. Almost ready to head out and another member comes in and says he needs my help, the automatic overhead door in the cell bay area wont work, he got it open using the chain, but would like to fix it before he leaves. It is a secure area.
We checked the door, the motor for any shut-off or reset buttons. We tried the outside key lock, the inside key lock. Listened for any clicks or other noises when he turned the key. Nothing. Checked off and on switches on the wall. Above the open/close key operated switch is a BIG red button. "Could it be a reset button" I asked, "don't know he says", push it. Ok, I push it and nothing happened.
"I will go into the cell area and see if there is an electrical panel" I said. I open the door with my key and hear a muffled alarm down the hall. Of course, as I go, I notice a BIG red button at the guard desk, Big red buttons between every two cell doors as I head down the hall. Before I get to the door it pops open and as three officers barge in, the noise from the outside hall is deafening. "Whats going on, whats happening, is this a drill or for real" the lead officer asks. "Bay door is broken and we are looking for a reset switch" I said.
On the outside hall wall is a BIG green button that one of the officer pushes and all is quite. Seems I set off a panic alarm.
Oh well, off to work.
Upon return to the station at 6pm, I notice ALL the Big red buttons have been covered with big Xs of caution tape. As I enter the office area all heads turn my way, a few whistles and clapping, and the shift officer (jokingly) calls out, "and keep away from the fire alarms too.
Oh yes, when it happens to some one else it is funny, but when it happens to you, it sure can be embarrassing. And the reason the door would not work, someone pulled down a shut off chain on the motor.
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It is always funny when........part I
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Posted:Apr 8, 2012 10:58 am
Last Updated:May 29, 2012 3:38 pm 4414 Views
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When and if a call comes in and is assigned to a certain female officer sitting at her cubicle work station, she would always push her office chair back, jump up, turn to the left and run to her vehicle. No problem. Well, every one in this area was moved down one cubicle to the right. Eventually a call came in and it was her turn to respond. She jumped up, turned left and ran like heck.... into a cement pillar head first. She fell to the floor and was out only for a second or two. Every one came to her aid and an other officer responded to her call. She was taken to the hospital and diagnosed with a mild concussion and sent home until the next day.
When she returned to work the next day, she found the pillar wrapped in police line tape, a traffic cone at the base, and a pillow tied to the pillar at head level. Also the wheels on her office chair were removed.
Isn't it funny when it happens to someone else?
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Jumping to conclusions
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Posted:Apr 6, 2012 7:49 am
Last Updated:Apr 8, 2012 11:40 pm 4537 Views
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There are sure some grumpy people here in blog land who like to read other peoples answers and grouse about them to a point of being down right rude.
One thing I find is that they do not take time to read the whole answer and think about it. They scan what they want, miss some words or don't know the meaning of others, and jump to a conclusion.
It is like in a test and many get the wrong answer because they do not read the question. Many instructors(myself included) at the start of a test will say as they hand out the test, "read all the freaking question".
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