Overdose in the arena, with the hockey stick..

I am not one to judge, or even be pissed off with what people do in their everyday lives. It is not my life, it is theirs and they can do what the hell they want with it. That being said, when one's daily life choices affect me (ie-make me have to work my ass off) then I will have no issue in becoming highly irritated with that specific individual.

I have to deal with the general public's life choices on a semi-regular basis, which (as I said above) doesn't usually bother me.

On a recent night I had to deal with a certain individual that had "over-indulged" on specific narcotic. I'm sure it was an accident and this person wasn't trying to get high...or intentionally hurt his or herself...no...just an absent minded little lamb, that took one to many pills... ...NOT!

This tard takes WAY-THE-HELL to many pills...or heroin (whoops) and decides to go and take in some of the local talent at the nearby hockey rink. So sometime during the first or second period, a hockey player notices "the drunk weirdo" at the back of the hockey rink "passed out".

Well passed out aint exactly the term but for arguments sake we will use that word.

"Drunk weirdo" had decided to conviently pass out and stop breathing in the furthest corner of the rink, while sporting the most articles of clothing a human being can possibly wear.

In my line of work...obivously i'll start by helping Chris* breathe while my counterparts cut off four pounds of clothes off so we can actually move Chirs* to a more suitable area of the arena.

We move Chris* and my partner is able to give him a drug (narcan) that usually helps in these hairy situations and almost completely revereses the effects of the Heroin, or oxycodone (which we have established is most likely taken of Chris'* own volition).

It is very interesting to see this drug work...it takes someone who either has intentionally or unintentionally overdosed on a narcotic from a totally unconcious-not breathing-state to a wide, awake, alert...almost enthusiastic state. It is really cool to see.

Long story short once the narcan takes affect, Chris* the hockey fan awakes only to find a ton of people gaulking. Chris* sits up, spits out some gum (that evidently Chris* was chewing during his stroll to the rink)...and says...."I didn't take anything I swear"...(insert eye-roll here).

After helping Chris* i'm truly amazed at how lucky I am to be able to help the public, how truly blessed I am to see people at their worst and help them to become their best and how truly NAIVE I am that I didn't even realise I was kneeling in piss and some other of Chris' bodily fludis the entire time.

Chris* and his crazy highjinks. I love my job!

Driving across Canada anyone?

Well one of my good amigos has asked me to be in his wedding party...on the guys side, next year in july. I am totally pumped and cannot wait...i'm even exited about wearing the damn groomsman dress that apparently is needed in such a custom.
With that being said, I started thinking about ways in which I could get my bad self and some friends to Vernon B.C for a frugal price. Flying...okay it's quick but sheeet it's tres cher. I don't really want to pay $750 bucks for only a flight,(....I might pay it for an all inclusive where I can indulge in the public drunkeness that sometimes is my life!) I thought of the ol' reliable train system but when looking into that I found apparently that nostagia is also expensive.
So thus far unless I take my personal vehicle (which won't make it outside of ontario) I think the RV is the way i'll be slummin' it to B.C.

I became excited about this prospect....shoot: see Canada, be able to drink while someone else is driving, don't have to stop of at hostel after hostel which no doubt are seedy at best in certain parts of our home and native land, did I mention the drinking possibly through the boring parts of Alberta and my ability to share it with friends. It sounded pretty exciting.

Realize how I used the term "it sounded"...after I had some time to process our adventure I began to think, with whom would I travel? Obviously my good friend the austrailian...(ha) he is a pretty cool travel partner.....hmmn....I started to think I could bring my friends...but none of them are included in the wedding. I began to serisouly realize what I had suggested.
I learned rather quickly when travelling through europe that people you don't know are gross to sleep beside....one of my friends put it best "I don't want to wake up and find some strangers GIANT back in my face". Aint it the truth. I began to think of all the weird shit that people do...ie-their bathroom routine (ew.....even that word grosses me out), their driving skills, the ability to keep my 5 year old-esque attention span while driving in said parts of Alberta.

So again after some realizations I decided that, that idea is out....I think unless I can bring my good friends...I will end up probably driving across Canada, in my car...which hopefully will work it's way across Canada. I can share a few laughs with my friend, share gas, tent and be able to happily deal with his clean, small and friendly back in my face.