ok, enough W just enough.....

Well there's one guy here at my Real Life job thats just a serious mess.

He's with it so far as being a great mechanic, awesome at what he does, he's just a general mess. A little smelly, a little blotchy, a LOT diabetic, and a general heap of wonderfulness.

Everyone knows he's got some health issues and well his general hygeine just isnt that great. Well today those two took a huge headlong crash into each other. When your hygeine starts affecting your health its time to take one hell of a bath.

I wasnt going to even write about this, since its pretty high up on my nasty scale and not directly related to my EMS life, but here goes anyways.

I run into W in the bathroom at work today, he's standing in front of the full length mirror in the locker room for quite a long time looking at himself. Now, no offense to W or anything but he's got nothing to be vain about and he'll be the first to admit it. I ask him what he's up to and he shows me this massive growth he's got going on oh his arm. Some sort of cyst, goiter, boil something i'm no doctor or nurse but DAMN this thing needs some serious attention.

I tell him he should have that looked at its probably infected judging by the described tenderness and obvious swelling and redness. He says "Nah, i dunna need tuh go to thu 'mergency room, I taken care uh this kinda thing before" clicks open his grody pocket knife, the same one he uses to slice his sandwich at lunch and cut open boxes and scrape nasty carbonized grease off of brakepads. He takes this wonderful gleaming example of everything unsterile and "SNIKT" flips it open and slices a little opening in the top of this mass. A little blood, a little puss and i figure thats about all thats gonna happen, its an infected pore or hair follicle and W has one of the worse whiteheads i've ever seen. Nope he gives it a squeeze and what i can only describe as an uncooked clam comes oozing out of the hole he's cut in his arm.

Reminded me exactly of the video that EmergencyEmily has posted on her blog ( Click here only if you have a strong stomach)



I can only imagine this is some sort of cyst W has just "popped".

I run downstairs and hand him a couple 4x4's out of my hip pack i keep in my trunk, and tell him he shouldnt have done that and that he needs to go to the urgent care center up the street. I finally convince him to head on up the way and hopefully he went in because damn, i know that A) had to hurt B) was disgusting as hell C) was bound to get infected.

Yup, i spent the last 2 hours gagging trying to keep down my wonderful lunch of spicy shrimp.

Gack, i must have this gray cloud of doom hanging over my head, injuries and sickness follow me wherever I go.