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I hate you, when you act like this.

Okay, So wouldn't it make sense that if you VISIT someones page, you would LEAVE a rate if you hadn't already? I dunno, maybe its me. lol.

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Angelus
00:08 Aug 18 2008

..does back to profile, for the hell of it.

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*Before I begin, I just want to preface this by saying that this is in no way Christian bashing.*



As most of you know that for a living I do medical transport work, and for the most part, I love what I do. But something happend to me today that really really blew my mind.

One of the contracts my company has is for a nursing home run by a Catholic Arch Dioces. The patient we had was a retired priest, who had a stroke and had a trachestomy (for those not in the know thats a hole in your neck so you can breathe). The moment we walked in the door, the man was verbally abusive, telling us that he didnt want to go to no "God-Damn" doctors. This continued all of the trip, culminating in this:

He kept asking for water; when a patient has a trach they cannot drink normally, so we had to refuse him several times. My partner had left the examining room to go get another portible oxygen tank, and the Father asked me once again for a drink. When I refused him, he launched into an obscenity-ridden tirade, telling me that I was a "fucking bitch" and to "go to hell." The aide that had came with us (who was black) began to interject, he looked her dead in the eye and told her that he "didnt need any help from any 'n-words (he said it but I refuse to type it)'" and for her to go "fuck herself." He contiuned to verbally abuse all of us, telling us that he had all of our names and that he was going to report us to the proper authorities. He told my partner that he was a 'son of a bitch' and that he hoped that we all 'fucking died.' The funniest part? He told me that God was going to kill me because I didnt know how to listen to "God's messengers on Earth." I laughed in his face. Now, it would have been different if he was a confused patient who was just innocently babbling....but oh no, this man was perfectly coherent and did this just to get a rise out of us! What gets me is that, what was this man telling his congregation? What was he telling the people that came to him for advice and guidance? This is a shock to me...how could this man lead ANYONE? He had no tolerence, no compassion, no nothing that would ever indicate that he had love for his fellow man. Isisnt that what Christianity is about? "Love thy neighbor?" Where did that ever go?

I suppose as long as you have power over so many people, it dosent matter if you are an unfeeling uncaring greedy morally bankrupt prick.



And PS-yeah it hurt to be called so many names, for just doing my job.

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LadyChordewa
00:52 Aug 13 2008

Ahhh the joys of "tater toting". Remember, he is probably senile...hence why he is in a nursing home...pay him no mind dear.

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Kitsuna
01:00 Aug 13 2008

Again, both of you have better self control than I would have.

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LordVlkodlak
06:45 Aug 13 2008

I agree with Kit ... I would have opened the back door and rolled him out ... and may God have mercy on his soul.

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Angelus
00:10 Aug 18 2008

every year Christians say they'll help in the kithcen where I cook for the homeless.

every year, it doesn't happen.

and, it's the kitchen is based in the church some of them worship in.

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TO ALL OF THE EMT WIVES OUT THERE:



I DO NOT WANT TO SLEEP WITH YOUR HUSBAND.



Yes, I am a FEMALE EMT. But I am also MARRIED. I have NO INTREST in fucking your man! I'm sorry that you man got paired with a woman but not all of us are sluts who are willing to get porked before the shift is over. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE ACCUSING ME OF THINGS THAT HAVE NEVER OR WILL NEVER HAPPEN.



Thank you.

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misterstikki
01:30 Aug 09 2008

But I remember this one time...I put on an EMT uniform after tucking my junk between my legs... and I put on some fake bewbies and pretended to be a lezbian EMT and hit on you and stuff... and tried to win you over to the Stikki side...cuz my cookies taste gooOOOoooOOood...and my milkshake brings all the EMTs to the yard....



You still didn't do anything...you loyal, married thing you.

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I recently moved. Alot of my things from a past house has been in storage for awhile, so in this move I was reunited with alot of my belongings. It's been sort of like Christmas around here; me opening boxes and going "Oh wow! I didnt know I had that!" or "OMG! Thats where that was!"



Two thoughts have crossed my mind tho.



1. Who exactly was the person that owned these things? She dosent seem like 'me' anymore.



2. How did I fit all of my life into these boxes? Is this it? Just a ratty pile of boxes? How very sad.



I think I have too much time to think.