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I come from a family of volunteer firemen (Grampa, 4 uncles, 2 counsins, and one of thier wives) and nurses (Mom, and 2 aunts). I was an EMT for a year and a half before I got married and moved overseas. I was also on the first responder team at a factory I worked at for a while.
My point is I`ve been around lots of people on the worst nights of thier lives and I was calm, cool, and professional. Burns? No problem. Car crashes with multiple victims? I`m on my way. Heart attacks, broken limbs, blood and gore...never phased me. But now I`m married.
Last night my wife went into the bathroom during dinner and seemed to be in there an awful long time. Just as I walked over to the door to ask if she was okay, it opened she crawled out, collapsed, and said "Help". She was consious, but doubled over with abdominal pain. Skin was pale, cool and clammy. She was coherent, but too weak to move. I carried her to bed and called a neighbor who`s an M.D. and he came right away.
I was able to keep it together enough to start writing down a history AFTER he examined her and administered some meds.....but I was a complete basket case. Ryoko is fine today and we`re both relaxing at home. The Doc called early this morning to check on us. After my wife seemed okay my daughters laughed and said I looked like I was about to die on the spot.
I`ve never fallen apart like that around someone who was hurting, but man when it`s somebody you love all the experiance goes out the window. I never knew I was such a wuss. ( Hey Jerry, if you knew, why didn`t you tell me? Oh wait you did.) Maybe I aughta change my handle to "Sissy-boy". I`d try "Girly-boy", but that would be an insult to some tough girls I`ve known.(You were in labor for 36 hours??!! Hell, I don`t want to do anything that feels GOOD for 36 hours.)
My point is I`ve been around lots of people on the worst nights of thier lives and I was calm, cool, and professional. Burns? No problem. Car crashes with multiple victims? I`m on my way. Heart attacks, broken limbs, blood and gore...never phased me. But now I`m married.
Last night my wife went into the bathroom during dinner and seemed to be in there an awful long time. Just as I walked over to the door to ask if she was okay, it opened she crawled out, collapsed, and said "Help". She was consious, but doubled over with abdominal pain. Skin was pale, cool and clammy. She was coherent, but too weak to move. I carried her to bed and called a neighbor who`s an M.D. and he came right away.
I was able to keep it together enough to start writing down a history AFTER he examined her and administered some meds.....but I was a complete basket case. Ryoko is fine today and we`re both relaxing at home. The Doc called early this morning to check on us. After my wife seemed okay my daughters laughed and said I looked like I was about to die on the spot.
I`ve never fallen apart like that around someone who was hurting, but man when it`s somebody you love all the experiance goes out the window. I never knew I was such a wuss. ( Hey Jerry, if you knew, why didn`t you tell me? Oh wait you did.) Maybe I aughta change my handle to "Sissy-boy". I`d try "Girly-boy", but that would be an insult to some tough girls I`ve known.(You were in labor for 36 hours??!! Hell, I don`t want to do anything that feels GOOD for 36 hours.)