A joke off to Hook

A Joke for Sgt. Hook

Because I can never refuse a request from a handsome military man, who works tirelessly protecting it's citizens, I'm publishing a joke that got me in trouble yesterday.
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When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.

This idea came to me one day when I was sitting at my desk and remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying, "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. May I please speak with Robin Carter?" Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me.

I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude.

I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number.

After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an Idiot!" and hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word 'Idiot' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an Idiot!" It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'Idiot' calling would have to stop.

So, I called his number and said, Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're interested in the Caller ID program?"

He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an Idiot!"

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for.

I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first Idiot, ( I had his number on speed dial ), I thought I had better call the BMW Idiot, too.

I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

Okay, Okay, Okay....

I'm getting a bit self-conscious and embarrassed from all the attention. Believe me it is all appreciated. I'm just not used to it. I'm more comfortable being invisible, the unnoticed one; the one that always flies under the radar undetected. So all I can humbly say is thank you. Thank you for all the support and kind words. Thank You for making a rough and challenging week easier. And thank you for not letting me sit home all alone with my thoughts and coaxing me out of my shell with your comments, emails and text messages.

The turn around began in earnest when I started to receive them; it continued with a long phone call in the middle of the night Friday morning, from a professional comedian friend of mine who read my blog. At around 2am Friday he had just finished a show and decided to call to cheer me up. At one point he had me laughing so hard that I was gasping for air and had tears in my eyes. That helped my outlook Friday and the day went a lot easier and faster. My co-workers also helped by picking up my lunch for me on both Thursday and Friday and helping with anything I needed. I’m grateful that work is slow and it will continue to be that way until election day. By then I should be feeling 100%.

Some of the kids I have mentored in the past stopped by midday yesterday to help with small chores and errands, which made me even more grateful and made me believe that I had an angel looking out for me. Last night, while laying on the couch getting bummed out as I watched my Mets loose horribly, I began getting text messages from several bloggers that I really respect and admire. To one of them I wanted to text “I’m not worthy” but he’s already told me once to cut that out and not go there, so I didn’t. This morning I got a call from the firefighters who worked the rescue with me last Sunday. They were on duty and were checking in on how I was doing. They’re a great group of guys who were also fun to talk to. One of them, who has done 2 tours in Iraq, gave me pointers on what to do about the rescue related nightmares and flashbacks For that bit alone I’m most grateful, because now I have tools to work through some of the challenging stuff that has been going on in my head recently.

In truth, I have felt the same way about all your wonderful comments and messages. They have all been good for the soul; and they have all helped me in one way or another. I still don’t feel much like a hero because I did what any decent abled body human being should do in the same situation. In fact, in NYC it’s a crime not to help someone in need. Sad isn’t it that we need such a law on the books, but there it is. So for today, all that’s left hurting are from my trapezoids to the base of my skull, which are being treated with some state of the art patches I was given by my orthopedist Friday. They feel good, but I don’t know about wearing these patches on my clothes. I don’t like drawing attention to myself, and well, wearing these over your clothes you can’t help but draw attention to yourself. The good thing is that my suit jacket will cover these things tomorrow AND there'’s no granny smell. I seem to getting tendonitis in both my elbows, but I think my texting to the different people yesterday for a couple of hours has more to do with that than anything else. My calves and hamstrings are no longer cramping and getting spasms, but for the life of me I don’t understand why my glutes are still hurting. All this pain defies comprehension. My orthopedist gave me rational explanations for what happened and found bruises on my back to explain it all. Apparently, I was slammed repeatedly against the rocks and just didn'’t realize how hard.

So for today, I’'ll just continue relaxing, watching football in the daytime, baseball at night and live in dread of losing the bet to my blog bro Jon. WHAT WAS I THINKING???!!!!!

Posted by: Michele at 03:05 PM | Comments (15)
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The Smell of Anger

Oddy & RSM have both said to me that "anger is good". Tonight I'm beginning to think they're absolutely right. Part of the reason I'm so angry is the incredible amount of pain I'm in. I normally have a high threshold for pain, but right now I feel like I've been hit by a Mac truck, it's backed up, and run over me several times over.

Although I hurt all over, I'm in excrutiating pain from the middle of my back all the way to the base of my skull. I've already called my two old physical therapists, accupunturist and my massage therapist all who did a great job restoring me back to health after my ski accident, but the earliest any of them can see me is the middle of next week. So I have no choice for now but to wait. My Kingdom for a good pair of strong hands to work on me!

In the mean time, I smell absolutely lovely! Not of lavender & such, but according to my accupuncturist my eau de Tiger-balm & Eucalyptus smell is very enticing to her Ben-gay crowd. On nights like this I am ooooh so glad I am single. Oohhhh wait, I just realized, if I wasnt' I could ask my partner oh so sweetly for a back massage. Oh well, at least I don't have to hear complaints about my overpowering aromatic scent.

But what is really sending me over the edge is learning this evening from the detectives on the case, that this woman - who threw her baby into the water, is now claiming temporary insanity.

She's so lucky to be in protective custody. Really... she is... because had she been within reach tonight I think there would have been a 2nd person claiming that defense after throwing her out her hospital window. For now, I hope she rots in a hell of a cell for the rest of her life, with the smell of the ocean always nearby to remind her every moment of her life of what she did.

Comments received posted below: .

1 Sadly for you - there was no possible way to know what she had done when you saw her in the water. If there is a heaven, then I know baby Brook is looking down on you and sending you great blessings because you are a hero. But you wouldn't be human if you weren't mad enough to throw that piece of trash murderer out the window. Don't know if it will help, but something we did in yoga once - I keep meaning to try it again... anyhow, take a tennis ball and an empty piece of wall. Back to the wall - very close, reach your hand around (if you can) and put the tennis ball against the wall and lean your spine back against it. Just use your body weight and roll yourself up and down -the tennis ball should go up and down your spine most of the way. I hope I explained that clearly enough. It does feel good, especially when you don't have anyone else who can massage the middle of your back for you. My back hurts there most of the time - it's all muscle tension - that's where I carry it. I hope you feel better soon. I suggest not asking for more information about the murderer... it can only make you more angry. Although maybe you could have the detective call you if she does end up in jail for the crime. It's up to you though. I wish peace for you - at least for a little while.
Posted by: Teresa at October 12, 2006 11:12 PM (o4pJS)

2 Tried to comment yesterday and was able. But my heart and prayers are with you honey. Wish I could send Nuke up to massage your back. He gives the best. In the meantime, you need to step back and not think about that horrible woman, it will only make your pain worse.
Posted by: Tink at October 12, 2006 11:18 PM (11q5z)

3 there were so many times when working on an ambulance or in the pediatric ED where anger would well up at what had been done or what someone failed to do. Don't surpress it but don't let it out in a unproductive way. I know there is physical pain... trust me... but two things helped me a great deal: writing it out and working out, even if the workouts included a heavy duty cleaning session at the apartment or yardwork for a friend. Physical and mental outlets. And in spite of the circumstances, there should be greatfulness in that you were granted an opportunity to see what you are made of, and it is far stronger than that of which most people are.
Posted by: RSM at October 13, 2006 06:26 AM (fUhX/)

4 I'm guessing the physical pain is from your ordeal. The tennis ball is a good idea! I'm so going to have to try that one after lugging gear around for hours. I wasn't as close to the situation and want to harm that woman myself. Such a normal response. But like RSM said, don't let your anger out in an unproductive way, but let it out. Go out into the woods and scream - that is what I do. Usually I wait for our siren to go off and I stand under it and scream. I do hope you feel better physically very soon. Mentally and spiritually will take some more time. But I wish peace for you.
Posted by: oddybobo at October 13, 2006 09:29 AM (mZfwW)

5 I do hope you find relief from your back pain although I have never had back pain I do know what pain is both mentally and physically. After learning from Oddy of your unselfish sacrifice and in reading your post, you are indeed a hero in my eyes. I to share your anger at the mother but you and I are only human. I want to personally thank you for your courage and calm clarity of action from a friend in South Carolina.
Posted by: Edd at October 13, 2006 09:46 AM (eqar/)

6 Hang in there. And I do so hope that *all* of your pain is alleviated soon... You are in my prayers.
Posted by: Richmond at October 13, 2006 03:13 PM (e8QFP)

7 Michele, Even though we have never met, it is an honor to know you through this site. I am in awe of what you have done. Take the advice above and find a safe and productive way to work through the anger. And when you've done that, I recommend a pint of your favorite flavor of Ben & Jerry's.
Posted by: Stephen Macklin at October 13, 2006 05:37 PM (DdRjH)

8 Oh my... Hugs, Michele. Lots of hugs.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at October 13, 2006 06:02 PM (4JWw+)

9 If'n y'all were closer to NC, I'd invite you to come shooting with me. With pistols, it's not rough on your back, and you can really get out the agressions. Sorry to hear about the pain and the wait. Oh, and that woman? She will be burning in hell for a very, very long time...
Posted by: Ogre at October 13, 2006 09:11 PM (QmGzr)

10 Hate is a killer and love is a savior. Your love saved that woman whose lack of love killed her innocent baby girl. After discovering that you risked your life to save a killer, anger is certainly called for for now. The darkness of her heart let her destroy a precious and beautiful gift while, herself, being saved by a heroine whose love of life and life of love are beyond her comprehension. To be absolutely livid about these horrifying facts is good and healthy, I think. But along with your anger toward that woman, please remember to pray for her, as well. She's going to need a lot of guidence from within if she is ever to love anyone the way that you loved her on that beach. Not that it'll matter to anyone when she's in prison. I dunno. Maybe it matters. Whatever. Soak in a hot bath for a while. I love you, Michele.
Posted by: Tuning Spork at October 13, 2006 09:32 PM (LyN/K)

11 What's for me to say to you? {{{{{{Michelle}}}}}}
Posted by: Mark at October 13, 2006 10:42 PM (ep0GZ)

12 You have done what many people would never do: risk your life for someone you don't know. It's an amazing yet crazy gift you have. I have a feeling the woman won't be entirely grateful for her life being saved, being she valued it so little. And then when she gains conciousness, then thinks of the baby there's a huge chance she may try again and be successful at her suicide. We are proud of you Michelle, I'm proud of you even though I don't know you well, and I've only visited a few times. If only a small portion of the human population was so selfless and caring. Peace. Dave
Posted by: Oorgo at October 14, 2006 04:19 AM (1JIkb)

13 You're a good woman Michele and I'm sure your kingdom is worth more than a couple of strong, soothing hands.
Posted by: Sgt Hook at October 14, 2006 09:23 AM (ZkBlA)

14 My phone is on (though having some problems). I wish I could be there to smell the tiger balm... I love that stuff. My hubby hates it. But ohhh it feels so good. I hope you can work through this via words or prayers or whatever works for you. You did the right thing and that is important. **hugs**
Posted by: vw bug at October 14, 2006 08:21 PM (iaPhJ)

15 .. Sgt. Hook is right...
Posted by: Eric at October 15, 2006 04:29 PM (NlzwQ)

16 You have been asked to focus. Anger tosses away all the inconsequential crap. Righteous anger is a gift. You have observed what occurs a billion times a day, stripped down to its outrageous flaw in a purportedly perfect design. When you join hands with that little Angel, do us all a favor: grab the keys to the kingdom and fix this.
Posted by: Jj at October 17, 2006 10:18 AM (p7TP

A Precious Life

As I slowly became aware of my surroundings I realized I was traveling with the fire chief in his truck. As I focused on him I found myself staring at his face searching for some clue of what he was saying. He was speaking quite animatedly and gestured with his right hand for emphasis. At first I thought I couldn'’t hear him because of ocean water in my ears. But after awhile I realized I just couldn’'t hear anything at all, and thought that perhaps it was my brain’s way of protecting me, of shutting out the world.

I turned to look straight ahead at the road but had no idea where we were because I had never been to that part of Serenity Beach before. All I seemed to know was that we were following the ambulance, heading to the nearest hospital. I would learn everything else once we got there.

Somehow I slipped away once again because the next thing I remember was the fire chief picking me up and carrying me out of the truck and placing me gently on a stretcher in the parking lot. Feeling embarrassed I said weakly: “"I…... I think I can walk.”"

"“Not with those nasty cuts on your feet,"” he said pointing to my bare feet. As I looked down I realized that not only my feet were bare, but that my pants were soaking wet. In fact, my entire body was soaking wet.

"“I don’t feel a thing"” I said puzzled, looking at myself.

“"I’'m sure you don’t... you’re suffering from hypothermia.”" He then turned to the hospital staff that had just met us. He began telling them what had happened as I slowly tuned them out. I remembered that in all the commotion, no one had noticed the cuts on my feet. Not even me.

Once we got inside the warm hospital room I began to shiver uncontrollably. A few short minutes later I started to feel the sharp pinpricks in my hands and legs. Because of my violent shaking I wasn't able to answer any questions. Giving them information would have to wait till later. As the nurses helped me remove my wet pants and running bra, they decided to ask only those questions I could nod my head yes or no to. After awhile, they quietly began taking my vital signs and drawing blood, which allowed my mind to drift once again.

I found myself back at the beach looking at the horizon, moments before I would jump in the water for the 2nd time. I suddenly sat up in bed gasping for air startling everyone in the room. In spite of my uncontrollable shivering I forced myself to ask, "What… happened… to… the… baby?"

Everyone was quiet and after briefly glancing up and exchanging glances between them they continued working, as if they didn't know what I was talking about or didn't understand me. I turned to the fire chief who had just walked into the room and stopped at the foot of my bed.

“"They’re working on her right now. “I’ll let you know how she’s doing as soon as I check on her, but for now you need to lay down and let the nurses put the oxygen mask on you and get the iv into your arm."

I looked at the nurse, tubes in one hand, a needle in the other, waiting for me to settle back down on the bed. Stabbing pains kept shooting up my legs with a growing intensity that wouldn'’t stop.

The water had been painfully cold when I jumped in. Although I hesitated for a few seconds, I knew I had no choice as soon as I realized what I was looking at. At first glance I thought it was a loose log from the old pier, but as I stared more intently, I knew it was a woman floating in the water. As I dialed 911, I debated whether or not I should go in. As I took off my jacket, sweatshirt and sneakers I wondered if I had enough energy and strength to pull her to safety, especially having undergone chemotherapy the day before.

The last time I was on that beach I almost lost my life struggling against a strong undercurrent while trying to save a 5 yr old. I was afraid this time I wouldn't be so lucky, and would leave my son an orphan. But then I thought, if it were my son out there I'd want someone to do whatever they could to save him. I prayed out loud as I ran towards and then jumped into the icy water.

Somehow I managed to get her out and pull her onto the sand to began CPR. At the same time I started frantically screaming for help. I hoped that even if no one could hear me at least someone would see me. I prayed hard that help would come soon as my arms were starting to get tired. As luck would have it there was a group of off duty firefighters having a celebration at a nearby restaurant. Within minutes they were at my side. Just as I let go, to let them take over CPR compressions the woman began throwing up and choking.

It was only when she came to and began asking for her baby that the terrible realization gripped me: I never looked for anyone else. As the firefighters and I raced towards the water leaving her in the care of others just arriving I told them where I had found the mother floating in the water. They asked me to climb the rocky pier and do a visual search for the baby. It was only when I got to the end of the rocks that I looked down and saw the baby’s naked body being pushed against the rocks by the waves. As I screamed at the firefighters I realized they had gone too far out and couldn;’t hear me over the ocean. I decided I’d have to take a running jump off the rocks to try and avoid them as I went into the water. Then I could swim back to fish the baby out. By my calculations we had already lost 7 minutes and we couldn’t waste any more time.

As I jumped in the firefighters took notice and swam towards me. They met me at the edge of the sand and helped me get out of the water then took the baby from my arms to begin CPR. I took a few steps after them and finally collapsed on my hands and knees, too exhausted to go any further.

Suddenly, there was a hand waving in front of my face. "“Ma’am? Ma’am? Can you hear me?"”

I slowly turned to see who was talking to me and barely nodded my head. The man in the white Dr's coat then asked, “"Do you think you can tell us about your medical history?"

I tried saying the words 'Yes', but my teeth were clenched shut from the tightness in my muscles and uncontrollable shaking. I had been half naked in the frigid water too long. I managed to say the word “cell” loud enough for the fire chief to realize I wanted my cell phone. After they stopped trying to convince me that I couldn'’t make a call I said the word “ICE”, after which the fire chief produced my phone and looked in my contacts info under ICE. There, aside from my emergency contacts was a memo with the most important facts of my medical history. Once the doc confirmed there was no frostbite, he asked for more blankets and a heater to be brought into my room.

Turning once again to the Fire chief, I said the one word I cared most about at that moment, “
"Baby?"” The fire chief hesitated before answering and that pause made me fear the worst. RSM’s words quickly flashed before my eyes, ‘"we lose more than we save’". I was fervently praying for the odds and blessings to be in her favor.

“They’re still working on her, she’s in a coma.” As I heard this tears began streaming down my face, all I could do was ask God to help her. As much as I wanted her to live, I knew she had been in the water far too long. Too long to recover and lead a normal happy life. So I resumed my prayers for either a miraculous recovery or a quick and merciful death. All while remembering the words "the odds are against us".

I just couldn't let go of hope, I was all she had left at the moment rooting for her as her mom had slipped into unconsciousness. I had seen the infant as they had taken her from my arms, in spite of the many cuts and bruises on her body, she was a beautiful little girl of about 8 months old. The memory of her wet long blond hair framing her sweet angelic face as I held her, made me finally break down.

It was only when I was released from the hospital that I learned the baby’s name was Brook. The next day I also learned that she got out of her coma long enough to lose her fight and was pronounced dead Monday at 12:15pm.

The incredible pain in my body from the rescue effort, is nothing compared to the overwhelming pain in my heart when I learned from Police Monday night that Brook's mother is being charged with homicide, after admitting she botched their suicide attempt. The overpowering anger at having saved a murderer only adds to the guilt of having failed an innocent helpless child.

Words fail me, as my brain tries to manage understanding all of this. There is very little anyone can say or do to make this loss less painful. I've learned by now that only in time will I begin to accept all of this, even when I don't understand or forgive myself or her mother.

a little persuasstion

It was my son's first time on a hiking trail and he was very excited. So excited in fact that he disregarded safety warnings and went ahead of me. He thought the rock climbing wall we practiced on last week was enough preparation.

Fortunately, a State Ranger at the top pointed out the error of my son's ways to him and informed him of the large numbers of hungry bears looking for disabedient & silly children who don't mind their parents or follow rules.

Nothing like a little serious tale to persuade a child to respect the rules of hiking & climbing.