My Slightly Stoopid concert experience

Well I got my first taste of battlefield medicine today. Except this battlefield wasn't some war zone but a concert with thousands of people around. I went with a bunch of my friends except they were in two separate groups. I just finished talking to my buddy Kevin and was heading back to see my other friends when I came upon this guy collapsed with these three girls trying to help him. He was huge compared to these girls so I went and helped them. No cops or anyone had come yet. I decided to take their place since I could probably handle him better since he kept convulsing. I mean this guy was huge for even me to try and handle. So I got behind him and then try to see how awake he was. I asked him his name and I didn't get a response. I then asked him if he had taken any drugs and he shook his head no. I figured it was just alcohol poisoning. At that point one of the event guys came up and finally got the cops to come. At this point this guy was covered in puke and I mean it was everywhere. His shorts, legs, and the ground all around him was just not pretty to say the least. I also found out the girls that were there had no idea who this guy was and I felt terrible that this poor guy was alone and going through all this. Well the first cop showed up and he just stood there was I kept asking this guy questions to make sure he stayed awake and didn't pass out on us. The cop and I decided to try and see if we could drag him out of there, because it had probably been 10 minutes at this point and the ambulance still couldn't find us. We tried to lift this huge guy but he was just too much. More cops showed up till there was 5 of them and then we tried again but this guy was fighting us and the cops didn't seem to want to get puke all over them so they just decided to give up. I went back to holding him and he still kept convulsing and screaming out every so often in pain I imagine. Well this is probably at 15 or 20 minutes after I first showed up and still no ambulance. At some point I just realized the music had stopped and I suddenly look up and there's just this huge circle of people starring at me and this guy while I'm holding him up. It was such a weird feeling. Through all the adrenaline from the situation I just blocked everything else going on around me. The paramedics eventually did find us and it took 4 of us to get him up on the stretcher. I still don't understand how this guy could be so heavy, because he didn't seem to be that big and I wasn't even drunk. I then walked with the paramedics back to the ambulance and talked to them for a second giving them details of what happened. Eventually, I cleaned up and walked back to my friends where I found out they were only playing one last song and the concert was canceled, because of all of this.

Later on I went home and cleaned up and went out downtown with my roommate Vic, and we ran into the same paramedics from earlier. I asked them about the guy and they said he was stable and that he would be fine. I was so glad I ran into them so I wasn't left wondering whatever happened to the random guy I held for 20 minutes during a Slightly Stoopid concert.

Moment

So I'm sitting here in my room on a Friday night trying to do my physical chemistry lab report that is due monday. Why am I doing this on a Friday night? Well I have a funeral to go to saturday for a friend of mines dad. My friend was in Indian Guides with me since I was a little kid and all through elementary school. I haven't really seen him while in college since we go to different schools but I remember his dad back in the day. It just plain sucks to lose a parent, mother or father. It has been a while since I lost my dad, about 7 years now. Its crazy to think where the time has gone. But I don't know how I am going to deal with tomorrow. I am just going to tell him what I tell everyone, It just takes a hell of a lot of time to be able to deal with it. Nothing else really helps except time.

Oh so for you fans out there!

Walmart...

I made another one of my midnight runs to walmart tonight. I realized I needed to get a Christmas card for my mom and I also had one of my realizations I need to start working out so I bought a jump rope. I've been sick the past couple week so I haven't had a chance to work out. I always hear jump roping is good for you and I always see people jump roping in boxing gyms in certain movies. However, I didn't realize how difficult it would be to start jump roping. I first attempted to go outside but like an idiot I kept hitting my feet. Then I realized the rope was too long so I need to cut it and adjust the rope. I continues on but man was I out of breath. Jump roping requires a lot of concentration, energy, and strength.

I feel like this whole jump rope thing will get me back on track where I was before this semester started. I was biking almost everyday over the summer and then things slumped off when my ex girlfriend returned to the picture. Exercise always makes me a happier person and one who complains less, which my friends are always happy when I do less of that.

Another thing that surprised me was the fact my friend actually went to NY to hook up with this girl. My friend is very shy and my other friend decided to hook him up with a girl that might be interested in my friend and even let them use his bed. None the less my friend has been talking to this girl over the Internet every day on instant messenger for what seems like a month. I told him he will probably regret doing this in the end. It's his first and you never forget your first. I know him and he will never tell me how it went.

Surprisingly I am not jealous of my friend for his little adventure this weekend. I have had my share over the past three years that I can manage, but I am ready to move on to D.C. I am ready to find the true love of my life. I am sad that it did not work out with the previous girl. Not for the fact that I spent so much time with her, but the fact that I deceived my self for so long that she was the one. It makes me want to continue on in finding my true love and not sit around. Like I said before, I don't like to sit around and waste time. Other people I have decided to see don't seem to understand that or me, but who blames them. They might be right in the fact that they might just be a rebound. Time will tell. But I am moving on to a new city and that leaves little left for something else here when that time comes. I already went through the whole discussion of moving to a town with someone else and that did not end well. I definitely don't want to go through that again. Right now that's all I know for sure.

Another night at the clinic

I had the craziest experience today. I think I smelled the stinkiest person on this earth. A stink so profound that it stays on anything it touches. After the women left the exam room she was in I felt like throwing up, but luckily I had lysol. After a whole can of lysol and disinfectant spray later, the room still smelled just as badly as it did before. I have no idea how this possibly works. After I had left the room I went back up to the front and the women who works up front told me the money this women handed her to pay smelled. I've heard the stories of someone turning things to gold, but someone turning things to unappealing wretched horrors of smelly badness is another thing. Maybe a good movie plot? Probably not, but it sure made my night interesting.

I seem to be living in the wild west these days. Just moments ago there were 6 shots fired near my house. I ran outside to see if it was my crazy neighbors but no one was home. The cops sure did come fast though. I am still waiting to hear sirens for more cops but to no avail. I guess the shooter is still out there somewhere. I just hope they don't end up on my front doorstep. More later.....

The Beginning

So let me explain the zoobitch part of the web address first. This name came to me when I worked at a Zoo back in high school. I was much younger than anyone else there and plus I did not have a college degree. I did a lot of grunt work and bitch work so everyone just started calling me the zoo bitch. I don't mind the name. I see it as a badge of honor for all the cool things I did back at the zoo.

The title of my blog comes from how I live my life. My dad lived the same way when he was alive and I try every day to do as much as I can. It reminds me of my favorite quote from Shawshank Redemption, "Get busy living or get busy dieing".