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EMS: SYNTHI AKS | est. MAR 1972
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vizreef · 1 year
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EMS Hi-Fli // guitar synth pedal - analog multi effect processor (UK, 1973)
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homosexualitay · 2 months
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doin big thangs
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er-cryptid · 1 year
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bootleg-nessie · 1 month
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Bitches call me electromagnetic the way I’m on the spectrum
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DAVE
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@goodbiranger OMG
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lost-in-reveriie · 2 months
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THE TORTURED POETS SOCIETY??
im sorry i need to fangirl lol
FR ITS LIKE ANOTHER VERSION OF DEAD POETS SOCIETY
it's all good I feel it lmao
BUT LIKE OMG???? I WAS CONVINCED SHE WAS GONNA ANNOUNCE REP SHES KINDA EVIL FOR THIS TRICKERY
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dead-fandom-society · 3 months
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I had a dream last night that I was hired by a new ambulance company in a big city (I am an EMT in real life, for context) and the chief wanted to try a new program for mass casualty incident training that involved getting 100 volunteers, crushing them under a hydraulic powered concrete slab, and then having us go around and practice assigning priority tags based on the START triage system (black= deceased, red= emergent, yellow= injured/could become emergent, green= minor injuries/can walk away from the scene) and we found very quickly that the program wasn’t really effective because we were constantly only assigning black tags because the volunteers were always crushed into liquid. then my job title was kept the same except it now stood for Evil Medical Technician
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Disillusioned. Madara knows Loss.
Madara's Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan
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emmmsie · 13 days
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Hey Tumblr, so my town has experienced a tragedy and I am coming to tumblr to ask for the power of tumblr to help our Fire Emergency Chief Becker rest in peace and his family. Chief Becker leaves behind children, a wife, and his parents. He sadly passed away the other day due to a vehicle crash… due to someone else’s selfishness…..
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Tumblr, this website is powerful and I am asking for help for Chief Beckers family from you all. If you could please share this and reblog this and get the word out and please help us make his family’s goal of $10,000, it would be greatly appreciated so much.
His family’s goal currently: $7,365 / 10,000
Chief Beckers Family Goal Update(3/16/24): $8,510 / $10,000
Guys if you could please share this, donate, reblog, tell everyone you know… please help us and his family come together and help them out to get to their goal. Chief Becker has been laid to rest today. Rest In Peace Chief
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If you see this on your dash, please reblog asap and share and please donate to our chiefs family!!
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jaubaius · 1 year
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vizreef · 2 years
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EMS Synthi K // Synthesizer Touch Plate // UK 1971
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clivose · 1 month
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I bring a special type of stupid to my job that 3am doesn't really love
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er-cryptid · 3 months
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Types of Open Injuries
Abrasion -- damage to the superficial layer of skin -- caused by a body part rubbing or scraping across a rough or hard surface
Laceration -- a deep cut in the skin -- has jagged edges
Incision -- a cut in the skin -- has smooth edges
Avulsion -- soft tissue is torn loose or hanging as a flap
Penetrating Wound -- injury resulting from a sharp, piercing object
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@dizzybee03 ❤️
sorry for the late request response! Hope you love!
Day on shift with Deac 😉
(Continuation of Day off with Deac)
“Medic 5, difficulty breathing. 838 Jeffries St. Time out, 16:34.”
You grabbed your drink as you and your partner made your way to the ambulance in the bay. No sooner than you could switch from your station shoes to your duty boots did your phone ring. You read the caller ID and saw Hondo’s name.
“What’s up, Hondo?”
“Hey girl,” his voice was calm, but you could tell there was panic in his tone. “It’s Deacon. He can’t breathe.”
Your heart rate picked up as worry began to consume you. You fought the feeling, making yourself stay calm so that you could do your job. “What happened?”
“We had a raid. He got OC sprayed in the face by the suspect. We’ve washed him out, but he can’t breathe.”
“Get all of his contaminated clothing off of him. We’re on our way.”
Your partner turned the lights and sirens on as you pulled onto the road.
“We have a SWAT officer,” she informed you.
“Yeah, it’s Deacon. Hondo just briefed me. It’s either a reaction or he’s asthmatic. Monitor and airway bag when we get there. They’re getting him naked for us.”
When you arrived on scene, Deacon was sitting on the back of Black Betty in a tripod position. Your partner pulled up beside of him. As soon as you opened your door, you heard audible stridor and wheezing.
“Fuck.”
You got out, opened the side door of the ambulance and grabbed your medication bag.
“Hey, babe, are you allergic to anything?”
Deacon was struggling. You didn’t like the way that he looked. You had to work quick.
He shook his head.
“Yeah, well, you are now.” You pulled the epinephrine vial out of your bag and drew up the appropriate dose. “Gonna get epi, breathing treatments, IV, benadryl, steroids, mag, and more epi and breathing treatments.”
Deacon held one thumb up and you chuckled to yourself, knowing he didn’t have a clue, as you gave him the shot in his arm.
“You’re going to feel like your heart is beating out of your chest. I need you to stay calm and work through it with me.”
He nodded.
He was physically calm, but one moment of eye contact with him and you could see in his eyes that he was terrified.
“I’m going to take kick ass care of you. Remember, this is what I trained for and this is what I love… right?”
He glanced at you and you winked.
Your partner got Deacon hooked up to your heart monitor as you started him on a breathing treatment.
By the time you were ready to load him up, his SWAT teammates had unloaded your stretcher and rolled it up to you. They helped you as you helped Deacon stand up and turn to sit on your stretcher. Once loaded into your ambulance, you threw your entire protocol book at your boyfriend. Thankfully, the first dose of epi that you have him broke the stridor. Along with the rest of your treatment, Deacon’s lungs were beginning to sound better, but he still needed continuous monitoring and more treatment. You took an internal sigh of relief when his bronchospasm finally broke. He was still very short of breath however, he looked more calm.
When you arrived at the ER, you and your partner unloaded Deacon, took him inside to his room, and gave your hand-off report to the nursing staff. You assisted the nursing staff with getting Deacon hooked up and were grateful when the nurse and your partner were gone so that you had a moment alone with Deacon.
“Thank you,” he said with the nebulizer on his face. His voice was hoarse. He reached out and grabbed your hand, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.
“You’re welcome, baby.” You wanted to lean down and kiss his forehead, but refrained giving the OC spray that was undoubtedly still on his skin and in his hair.
“I’ll come by and check on you in a little bit, okay?”
He nodded.
That night, you were home with Deacon. He had been discharged with steroids, nebulizers, and a prescription epi pen. You were on the couch with Deacon’s head in your lap as you rubbed his hair.
He reached up and grabbed your hand and pulled your knuckles down to his lips.
“I was so glad to see you pull up today.”
“Oh yeah?” You asked softly.
“Mmhhmm.” He hummed.
“I’m glad that I could be there for you, baby.”
“I was scared as hell.”
“I know that, but I told you I had you, didn’t I?”
He looked up at you and you winked. “I told you I was the best.”
“It’s a good thing I snatched you up when I did, huh?”
You leaned down and kissed Deacon tenderly.
“It sure is.”
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