I fought death and lost

So my mom, me, and Emma were taking my grandpa to Idaho Falls to the airport today. We get to just outside Tetonia and see a bunch of cars backed up and people waving oncoming cars to a stop. We look ahead and see a man lying on the road with a few people standing over him. My grandpa pulls the car close and me and my mom run over and after letting people know we were EMTs start in on the good stuff. A lady who lived nearby came over and said she was a nurse. There was also a man there who said he was a doctor, but oh my goodness the poor man didn't know what he was doing. Anyways, apparently the man was testing out a bicycle someone was selling and pulled in front of a RV and they hit him. The driver of the RV was sitting there looking like he wanted to cry, his wife was on the phone with their insurance. My mom gets on the phone and starts talking to the ambulance to let them know what they were coming to. The nurse couldn't get a radial pulse so I try, but his arms were cold and I could barely feel anything, so while the nurse goes over to check the driver of the RV, I check for a pulse in the armpit and get a strong one and clock his pulse at 80bpm and his respiration at 32. Then I check the rest of his body. His legs were broken, his left knee cap dislocated. He had a head laceration that was bleeding and swelling. Blood coming out of the mouth (but no the nose or the ear I could see) but his breathing was deep and labored and his mouth full of spittle and blood. I check his chest and his ribs were pretty much gone. Unresponsive to pain and verbal stimulus and his eyes were constricted and fixed. The doctor on scene kept saying that his breathing was good and that he would be okay, but when I was telling my mom what I was finding so she could report to the ambulance, he'd go behind me and say things like, oh yeah, the legs are broken. Duh! I was also thinking about the other head injury I've seen. The man was saying "Uh-huh" and twiddling his fingers and breathing, but he was so far gone there was no way they could have saved him. This man looked and acted the same way. I knew he wasn't going to make it. Anyways, the fire boys get there with their jump kits and two seconds later the EMTs arrive so they get an adjunt in the mouth and a bag going and get him on the stretcher and headed towards the hospital in no time. There was one EMT who was looking so frazzled she was trying not to cry. Honestly, it was one of the better calls I've seen, so I can't blame her for being freaked. The nurse had talked to everyone in the RV to make sure they weren't shocky or anything and then she tells us where her bathroom is because we had no gloves and blood on our hands. As an EMT it was one of those calls that become a battle story and you pat yourself on the back for handling things like you did. I feel terrible for the people in the RV though. And poor Emma was in the car right next to it watching everything. She said she was okay, but she still looked a little freaked for a while.

They should warn you that when you are trying to get ready to go through the temple it makes you weepy. I keep feeling like I want to cry...

Deep Question

Should patients with a mental health disorder that makes them a threat to society be forced to take their medications? Should patients with a mental health disorder that are not threats to society at the moment but may become a threat in the future be forced to take their medications as sort of a preemptive strike? Or should a patient's right to refuse medical treatment supercede any real or potential threats to the public?

I was waiting in line at the grocery store the other day and in the line next to me was a pretty hispanic lady with a tiny, beautiful baby boy. Her checker looked at the woman and said, "You don't understand English, do you?" Then she gives me this look full of racial undertones. It reminded me of the mid-1800's when starving Irish immigrants flooded the streets of America. In New York City, signs were put up saying "No Irish Need Apply". A political party formed with the goal of getting rid of foreingers. Nowadays people say things like "This is America, speak English." Um, exactly, it's America, a country built on the backs of immigrants. It's all one big cycle. A certain country has a flood of emmigrants that make their way to America and the people who are already here feel threatened and turn into racist bigots. Yes, it's annoying when you have items whose labels are in Spanish instead of English. Yes, it's frustrating when the language barrier pops up and you feel like a fly bashing it's head against a window. But all the annoyance and frustration certainly shows you what kind of a person you are. Do you look at your changing world and try your best to change with it? Or do you turn up your nose and blame your uncomfortable ignorance on the subjects of your ignorance?
Here's another deep question: if you witness a crime or hear someone discussing a crime, should you be legally required to report what you know? Should you be legally required to get involved?

My Last Will and Testament

My name is Kim. I'm not crazy. This is what I want to happen when I die and anything said or written previous to this is now void. First of all, donate any organs I have. I don't want to be buried. I think most of the traditions and practices of burial are rather ridiculous. Cremate me. If I die in Teton Valley, I don't want Scott McKague touching me. I've seen him handle bodies and I was rather peeved. I don't want a viewing or funeral. Have a party with lots of food and music and (should you be a drinker, alcohol). I don't care what happens to my ashes. Scatter them somewhere. As for my belongings, Liz has first dibs to anything relating to France and any travel-oriented things that I'm sure no one else will want. Also, she gets my paint supplies. Anything else I have-you all can duke it out. It will provide me with something to watch. If for whatever reason I have a lot of money, make sure my siblings have enough for school and the rest can go to Kendra to adopt Belen. If you disobey my last wishes, I'll haunt you, don't think I won't. Any land I may have inherited because of the ridiculous allotment laws I leave to the Native American Rights Fund, if that is still within the bounds of the law. There's no executor to this will.
Signed, Kim

Farkleflugger

One of my new favorite movies: The Fall by Tarsem Singh. It's one of those films where you can mute the volume and enjoy the images like a slide show. Every scene is a separate work of art. Sad story, really, and a little blood when people die, but all in all a beautiful film, no matter what the anal-retentive critics or the uncultured public say.

This weekend my mom had a softball tourny in Rigby. If Pocatello is the armpit of Idaho, then Ribgy is the hemorrhoid on the you-know-what. Anyways, instead of sitting at home and enjoying my solitary freedom with a pan of brownies, I got bored and walked down the block to my aunts. Fortunately her abusive, alcoholic husband was gone, so she was in a good mood. (Sorry to be blunt Sierra, but he's a jerk you know.) For lunch today we walked to The Bus, a white school bus transformed into a "restaurant". Everyone has raved about how good it is, so I was disappointed to discover how ordinary it was. After lunch we walked over to a little boutique where I bought a white, diaphanous duster for $15 marked down from $119 and a cute onesie for Makoa.

All of these post Hawaii days have been spent in the same way: babysitting. I enjoy it, most days, and I'm getting paid for it, but it leaves no time whatsoever for socializing with people my own age. Ha! What a laugh! As if there were people my own age to socialize with! I've two friends within an hour's drive, but no car. So this is what it feels like to be a hermit? The upside is I've been able to read a lot of books for fun. One of them being a book of useless information. For example, everyone knows who Amelia Earhart is and how she disappeared over the Pacific, but does anyone remember the copilot/navigator Fred Noonan? And did you know General Santa Anna, of Alamo fame, inspired a New Jersey man to create chewing gum?

I was bored tonight and decided to browse through blogs that have won the Bloggies and I have to say for the most part I was disappointed. There were a few blogs that were worth watching, but for the most part they were really unnoteworthy. Not that mine is any better, but you know what I mean. For example there was a blog post by a girl who was apparently thrilled that her six year old had learned the F word. I can just imagine that kid in school. No doubt he's a hellion.

Sadly I turn a quarter of a century in twenty-four days. No doubt it is time for a quarter life crisis, though I wish I had money to do it properly. What good is a crisis if all it consits of is sitting on the couch eating ice cream and watching countless chick flicks? At the very least I should wallow in misery while taking in a cruise. (Please feel free to donate to this fund.)

Shaybee the Missionary

Hola

Two of my new favorite authors: Walter Moers and Patrick Taylor.

So the fourth of July passed quietly, considering. Kendra and Zack came up to stay and we bought some illegal fireworks. Of course a cop parked right across the street so we had to hold off on the illegals until he left. One of my illegal rockets shot down the street instead of in the air and came close to hitting a truck. Then one of my legal little spinning fountains wigged out and sparks shot across the street right at people. Eventful evening. I've never seen so many cops crawling all over the place. So nice most of the time, but that night it was rather annoying. I've found a great stack of books at the thrift stores in town and since I'm only watching Emma this summer, I have time to read them.

My ward this summer is so far very disappointing. I'm used to the ward in Bozeman, where people were nice and participated in the lessong and actually got up and bore their testimonies on Fast Sunday. This past Sunday we sat there for what seemed like a long time and no one stood, so I thought, "For crying out loud!" and stood and, as usual when bearing my testimony (baring?) I got excited and the words just tumbled out so who knows if I made any sense. Anyways, after I got up all the visitors got up and gave really good testimonies. There were only three people from the ward who stood up. Pretty pathetic really. Whatever. At least the ward has at least one piece of eye candy to look at...

Today's deep thought: Is it okay to steal something that was stolen from you? Is it ethical? For example, say I steal a rather large and expensive radio from you. Is it okay for you to come in without notifying me and steal it back? Would it even be called "stealing" if it was technically yours?

Also, something happened in Hawaii that bears noting: a chicken attack. Anyone who has been to Kauai knows it's overrun with feral chickens. My mom and Sidnee and I were sitting in the car in a pull out watching the ocean and Sidnee threw out some food of some sort to the male, female, and baby chicken. After a while, she closed the door and I fell asleep. Suddenly, there was a crash on my window. My initial thought as I shot awake was that some anti-haole local was trying to rob us, but as I looked up at the window, I saw the stupid female chicken flapping her wings and falling to the ground. We all look at each other like, "Did that chicken just attack the car?" We were so freaked out we didn't get out, we just left. Seriously, have you ever even heard of a chicken attacking a car?

Happy Fourth!

New favorites

My trunk.

My new favorite lotion.

Monopoly

Me and Emma played Monopoly today. We play with Free Parking, where you pay your bills to the center of the board and the first person to land on Free Parking gets all the money in the center. Emma, the little stink, kept landing on it until she had all the money, save my twenty some odd dollars. Half my property was mortgaged and I had no buildings. Emma,on the hand, had two towers on every single piece of property. I was going to start giving her property in lieu of rent, but we finally just ended the game because I kept landing in jail and it all became rather pointless. Just so you know, losing to a nine year old isn't the greatest boost to your esteem.