Wrecking the garage door really sucked since I had wrecked Rabid's car just the day before by driving it into a tree stump as me and the boys attempted to leave to hunt for solstice bush. Hmm... Trees showing solidarity? Anyway, I was morosely surveying the smashed fog lamp hanging by a wire from the bottom of the cracked, smashed, and displaced front panel of the car when Calvin pointed out the dripping green fluid. I managed to drive it over to a garage yesterday where an FD buddy told me that in addition to the cosmetic stuff, the radiator was cracked. It went up to the dealer by flatbed today, forty miles worth. So much for the holidays; all the presents will have to go back to get Rabid's car back on the road.
Happily, I did not wreck any motor vehicles today (so far). Let's hope the chain is broken.
The second call was to the next town over. I got to the shortness of breath call at the same time as the ambulance. The ambulance was staffed by a guy that I know to be an EMT-I and another guy who's certification level I am not aware of. The i-tech did a quick assessment and sent the other guy out to get the SPO2 meter out of the ambulance, asking me to get the O2 set up. The SP02 meter measures saturated oxygen in the bloodstream and is a good indicator of someone's respiratory function (as opposed to respiratory effort, which you can assess visually). Don't ask me why the meter wasn't in the ambulance jump bag, but it wasn't. I got the O2 up and going and a minute or two later the second ambulance guy came back and said he couldn't find the SP02 meter. I knew it wasn't in the jump bag and knew where it went in an ambulance, so I went out and got it. I was back in the house in thirty seconds and I think the i-tech was pretty impressed. Yea, clue!