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Nice story Captain Bob,, The thought came to mind that you could have *enhanced the realism* of the scenario by throwing the Nice Old Lady and her Kid into the water for a -real drill-. Maybe she would have *emerged* with a new respect for your specialty. But I do admire her sensitivity to the other sentient creatures that share our living space. I think you handled the situation very professionally. You were a gentleman about it. I would have probably told her something like *if you continue to interfere with this procedure I’m going to call Squad and have you arrested.* But I see you are too nice for that kind of thing. Now I have Panic Disorder DSM 300.01. This is *similar* in symptomology to PTSD from what I read. When Galen flipped out the other night, I thought that this guy is having a Panic Attack. I know the horror, the absolute feeling of terror and vulnerability. And the relentlessness of the attacks. In my case, they would just keep coming, one after the other, without any time to catch my breath in between. I had considered suicide. Somehow, after 2 years of being misdiagnosed, I diagnosed my own condition with the help of a Merck Manual. Then I went for help. That was 11 years ago, and everytime I try to leave medications, the beast returns. So, maybe I’m technically on the *other side of the river* from where you and the group are, but I’m still wet with the same liquid. Now I’m on total disability following 2 recent heart attacks. I am 53 hoping to live to see 54. My Panic medications are: Paxil 40 mg once/day Xanax 1 mg twice a day My heart meds are: Lipitor 20mg once/day metoprolol 25mg twice/day ecotrin aspirin 325mg once/day nitroglycerine (siblingual spray) as needed I spent some time hanging around alt.support.anxiety.panic, but have found that place to be a clubhouse full of coffeeklatches. Too much nonsense for my liking. Maybe I will monitor this group for a while. Seems like it speaks to the matter at hand in a much more direct manner. — Larry lglick…@ameritech.net A fracturing neutron star is a terrible thing to waste
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Bob, That was a good story. Thanx for sharing it with us. Can’t please ‘em all! Forgive me if my ignorance is shining through, but, what is 1/5/68? Is it the day of the Tet Offensive? Seems to ring a bell somewhere. Tell me about it. Anniversary dates are really rough. Don’t spend this one alone. If you don’t want to be with anyone in person, spend it with NG. We may not be exciting, but, at least we’re here. Take care and GOD bless, Gay Marie – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -robert n gibeault wrote: > Gang, > A few moons ago I was working as shift commander of a day > shift of firefighters. A thankless fucking job. At 1pm I assembled my > lieutenants and informed them that the drill of the day was Ice Rescue, > and were to conduct the drill on Littlefrog pond. > Ice rescue is a pain in the ass because the boat needs to be hooked > up and launched from the back of the pumper. The men need help getting > their immersion suits, safety ropes and harnesses are put on. The ladder > truck is put into position and the ladder is extended out, in case > something goes wrong. It’s a dangerous drill and the guys hate it, but > its more dangerous if people forget their tasks in failed attempt to > carry out the mission. The boat is launched in the water and the men in > the ice rescue sled make their way to the imaginary victim. > ‘Mack’ our 6′.5" 260 lb. truckie slides up to me and smirks, "Capt, > there’s a lady over there and she wants to talk to the man in charge." > The lady comes over to my position with her brat in tow, and starts > screaming, "the ducks! the ducks!! your disturbing the ducks!!!" I take > a deep breath, I try reason, "Lady, were conducting a lifesaving drill > here, this is your Fire/Rescue Department and my men need to train to > save a life in such an emergency." "Can’t you do this in some other > town", she whines. "No lady, we cannot leave our duty station and train > elsewhere", I firmly reply. "What your name, I going to report you to > the Chief and and the ASPCA and the authorities," the lady howls…… > "that’s GI-B as in boy…..E…….. The brat is got his got the lip > curled in frozen snarl like mom, and behind them both I spy my men are > snickering and just dying of laughter. ‘Shit, this why I get paid the > ‘Big money’, I think to myself. > Well lady be damned. We drilled, The lady reported us to the feds, > the ducks of course became hopeless neurotics, and my Chief, he got a > giant migraine (well, when you make the big money 
…………Well > it’s almost Jan 5th, 1968. I got things to I don’t want think about > right now………Hope you all enjoyed the story. > ‘this is your captain speaking……..’ fondly, Capt Bob
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Lawrence R Glickman wrote: > Nice story Captain Bob,, > But I do admire her sensitivity to the other sentient creatures that share > our living space. I think you handled the situation very professionally. > You were a gentleman about it. I would have probably told her something > like *if you continue to interfere with this procedure I’m going to call > Squad and have you arrested.* But I see you are too nice for that kind of > thing.
Wrongo Larry, I’m actually quite a bastard. You see I hated the cowardly weasel of a ‘Chief’ with a passion. The reason I sent the ‘witch’ and the brat to see the ‘Old Man’ was pure old fashion spite. Nothing like killing two birds with one stone, if you’ll excuse the expression <grin>. Regards, Capt. ‘bad seed’ Bob PS: Welcome aboard…………… just remember what they told Capt. Yoserian, if you come to the Group Flight Surgeon and say your too crazy with fear to fly; what that really means to us is that your getting better, and therefore your sane enough to fly another 25 bomber missions. This principal was in fact, responsible for the very low rate of PTSD in W.W.II, B-24 bomber crews. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –
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Gang, A few moons ago I was working as shift commander of a day shift of firefighters. A thankless fucking job. At 1pm I assembled my lieutenants and informed them that the drill of the day was Ice Rescue, and were to conduct the drill on Littlefrog pond. Ice rescue is a pain in the ass because the boat needs to be hooked up and launched from the back of the pumper. The men need help getting their immersion suits, safety ropes and harnesses are put on. The ladder truck is put into position and the ladder is extended out, in case something goes wrong. It’s a dangerous drill and the guys hate it, but its more dangerous if people forget their tasks in failed attempt to carry out the mission. The boat is launched in the water and the men in the ice rescue sled make their way to the imaginary victim. ‘Mack’ our 6′.5" 260 lb. truckie slides up to me and smirks, "Capt, there’s a lady over there and she wants to talk to the man in charge." The lady comes over to my position with her brat in tow, and starts screaming, "the ducks! the ducks!! your disturbing the ducks!!!" I take a deep breath, I try reason, "Lady, were conducting a lifesaving drill here, this is your Fire/Rescue Department and my men need to train to save a life in such an emergency." "Can’t you do this in some other town", she whines. "No lady, we cannot leave our duty station and train elsewhere", I firmly reply. "What your name, I going to report you to the Chief and and the ASPCA and the authorities," the lady howls…… "that’s GI-B as in boy…..E…….. The brat is got his got the lip curled in frozen snarl like mom, and behind them both I spy my men are snickering and just dying of laughter. ‘Shit, this why I get paid the ‘Big money’, I think to myself. Well lady be damned. We drilled, The lady reported us to the feds, the ducks of course became hopeless neurotics, and my Chief, he got a giant migraine (well, when you make the big money …………Well it’s almost Jan 5th, 1968. I got things to I don’t want think about right now………Hope you all enjoyed the story. ‘this is your captain speaking……..’ fondly, Capt Bob
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