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I've heard some toothpaste directly under your nostrils does wonders...

You need to upload the pictures to a website first (like say Photobucket) and then copy/paste it here, possibly with an -code. Marc

Thanks for the great reply, Michael. That helped a lot. I have found that it is not necessarily the patient that gets to me, with one body part here and the next across the road, it's the sorrounding circumstances. How the patient's next of kin reacts to their loved one's injury/death/illness and so on. Will there come a day when I find myself laughing for no reason, or bursting out in tears?

Picture this. A young mother is at home breastfeeding her child. They came home from the hospital only four days ago. Dad just came home from work, and is standing in the hallway. Mom realizes the baby turned pale and gets worried. It is unresponsive and has stopped breathing. It's heart has stopped beating. Panic grips them both as dad rushes for the phone and mom bursts out in tears. When I get there personell from the air ambulance are doing their very best to save the child's life. They're at it for over 90 minutes, to no avail. As they work on the baby I am put in charge of taking care of the parents. They are extremely worried and scared, obviously, and mom passes out at one point. They ask me what is going on, will their baby make it? What do I tell them? I've gone through this scenario probably a hundred times in my head, and yet I have no idea what to say, except, "they're doing their absolute best", or something along those lines. But that's not enough is it?

And here's the third. Torso hair is non-existant and sporting a pair of furry legs that bring all the female gorillas to the yard.

How can someone who works with people of different color/religion/sexual orientation all day, every day, show such a lack of tolerance? You'd think he'd know that people are quite the same. As a side note I am having a hard time grasping what his problem with "the queers" is in the first place. They are not performing sinful sex acts on his lawn as he's attempting to mowe it. What they do does not affect him in any way, so why does he give a damn? I've heard people say things like, "how am I supposed to tell my son that two men are getting married?" I don't know, it's your shitty kid, you tell him. Why is that anyone else's problem? Two guys can't be together because you don't want to talk to your ugly child for five minutes?

Holy shit, this thread got a lot of attention, I haven't even read it all. Looking at my own posts I now feel like an idiot. Go me.

Last week I learned that our patient did survive. It made me feel good.

I believe Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees is the song you're looking for. This only works, however, if you take the patient's arms, move one of them down to the hip, and the other one pointing straight up...

This is exactly why I dont post much. I have just barely scratched the surface of EM and feel I have mostly nothing to contribute with. Baby steps... Glad to see my topic has piqued your interest though, keep it up. Marc

Thanks a lot for your insight and for the links. My education begins tomorrow.

I have no idea, that's why I am asking. I heard some talk about it yesterday and it piqued my curiosity. mmol.

Do you know anything about whether blood sugar levels rise shortly after respiratory & circulatory failure? Yesterday one of my supervisors said he once measured the blood sugar of a patient to 30 shortly after he went into cardiac arrest, how could this be? Marc

I must say I don't get where you're coming from after I've looked at the sheer volume of evidence supporting the claim that Breivik is, in fact, a Christian terrorist. He fashions himself a "cultural Christian", if you're about to dispute his own claims and the facts provided from several sources including his manifesto and general policework, go ahead. As for Bill O'Reilly, it does bother me slightly that you're getting your so-called facts from a man who has repeatedly been exposed as a liar, who when confronted handles the situation by raising his voice, shouting and rambling nonsense. Plead your case. Marc

I can try. It's a beautiful summer day in Oslo, Norway. Out of nowhere, a massive fertilizer bomb hidden inside a van explodes outside the office of the Norwegian Prime Minister. As a result of the bomb, eight lay dead and dusins are injured. Little does anyone know, the mayhem is far from over. Just under two hours later, the bomber, later identified as Anders Behring Breivik, sets foot on the picturesque island of Utøya, and systematically guns down and kills 69 teenagers attending a youth camp for the governing labour party. Breivik was wearing a police uniform, to avoid arousing any suspicion. After waving some kids over to him, he pulled out a gun and executed them all at point blank range. Panic starts to emerge, and people are desperately trying to find a good hiding place or escape from the island. Breivik is calm and looks almost content, eye-witnessess say. He never runs, or shows any sign of remorse, as he walks up to person to person, and pulls the trigger. He views himself as a soldier, a crusading Christian - a Knight's Templar, out on a mission to cleanse Norway and Europe from Muslim immigrants. And according to him, the "necessary" attack on Utøya, is just the beginning. Behind him he leaves a rambling 1500 page manifesto, which he calls The European Declaration of Independence. It's his blueprint for a ruthless terror campaign for a muslim-free Europe, and to punish those who encourage multiculturalism, especially the governing labour party. After 90 minutes an anti-terror squad from Oslo arrives at Utøya. They find dead bodies scattered everywhere, people are screaming in agony and in shock, but as they find the killer, he meets them unarmed, both arms raised above his head. He is arrested and now sits in isolation. And that's it, basically. There's a lot more to learn if I've piqued your curiosity. Watch the video when you can, and do some Googling. Marc