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2022.01.20 19:45 Texas_4R Green Utopia. Not.

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2022.01.20 19:45 jordanthegod1 Landing anywhere other than tilted

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2022.01.20 19:45 Bitohito Okira VS Dante

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2022.01.20 19:45 catluvr31 Where can I find tops/shirts in this style? Found a bunch on depop that are unfortunately $50+

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2022.01.20 19:45 ShadowPrincessN7 Goth but make it pink 🖤🎀

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2022.01.20 19:45 FishermanTales I ran the weirdest call of my career last night

It began like this…
The tones rang overhead, bathing the room in red light as the dispatcher’s tried and tested monotone announced over the speaker, “Medic 11, respond emergency for an overdose.”
Maybe you’ve seen in movies where the first responders leap from their beds and sprint to the truck, raise the bay door, then dutifully take off into the night, sirens blazing—selfless heroes ready to save the world.
What a bunch of horseshit.
Here’s how it really goes…
The tones go off, although we’d already woken up to the red light like being startled from a nightmare. We never really fall into a deep enough sleep in this line of work. So, an hour into our first bit of shuteye in two days, we sit up out of bed and moan profanities.
I prefer, “fuck.” It’s simple yet powerful. Feels as if it cuts through something.
Then, we slip into our uniform and boots and stumble groggily out to the ambulance, wondering how much more sleep deprivation we can take before we go completely mad. We climb into our seats, notify dispatch that we’re en route, then assess the call notes on the computer along the way, all while shit-talking the soon-to-be patient who we know next to nothing about.
“I hope he’s dead-dead,” my partner mutters.
In EMS, dead isn’t dead. Dead-dead is dead. Dead is potentially recoverable. Dead-dead is not.
That’s the thing about us medics… we often root for death—it’s easier—but when faced with someone actively dying, we’ll do whatever it takes to save them. We’ve become jaded with humanity and still spend our time helping people. In the same way that we “hate” our low-paying jobs, yet we stick around regardless.
We’re contradictory people.
The notes state that this is a man in his thirties, overdosed, not breathing, CPR not in progress. Whose going to do it? His junky friends probably had a hard enough time just operating the phone.
There’s a whole list of shit this patient might’ve overdosed on, but nine times out of ten, it’s fentanyl. That’s the opioid of choice nowadays, and last I checked, the leading cause of death for adults 18-35 in the United States.
God bless America.
Here’s an uncomfortable truth: the drug epidemic… you know, the war on drugs… that thing that’s fucking up communities left and right; it would end if we’d stop helping the people who overdose. I’m not talking about some kid who tried fentanyl or heroin for the first time, then OD’d. I’m talking about the ones who do it habitually. Maybe have a three-strike rule. OD three times, and you’re out. Thanks for playing.
Think about it; there won’t be a customer base if they die out. Drugs? Gone. Drug violence? Gone. Drug gangs? Gone. To a noticeable extent, at least. Either that or the dealers start handing out Narcan goodie bags with pamphlets on how to shoot up responsibly.
Sesame Street did an episode like that, I think.
But, my job isn’t to ponder the big picture. It’s to treat first, ask questions later. Maybe not even ask questions. Actually, you know what, it’s better not to think about it. Too depressing.
Anyways, the clues pointed to this being a routine overdose. The neighborhood we were responding to is rampant with fentanyl and heroin and the white-trash junkies who can’t get enough of it. It’s a grimy, filthy place with hoarder homes and overgrown yards. Junked streets with kids running loose, lacking rules or bedtimes, trying to distract themselves as their parents wither away on opiates.
The fire engine, otherwise known as an ambulance indicator, was on scene first. We pulled up behind them and parked in front of the listed address—a single-story house with dirty windows and crumpled blinds, a wide-open front door letting fresh air in and months old funk out, and a pit bull that won’t stop barking.
Law enforcement shows up right after us. The street is aglow with flashing reds, yellows, and blues—an irresistible light show for the night-owls.
My partner and I throw our bags onto the stretcher and unload it out the back, shut the doors, and head up the driveway, weaving between three junkies, who vary between concerned and numbed. One mutters, “I don’t know what the fuck he took,” as we pass by to the door.
They never know. We could find a needle sticking out of their arm, and they’d still act like it was planted there. “I don’t do drugs,” says the ninety-pound man with track marks and scab-laden skin.
“EMS!” We holler as we step into the trash can that somebody calls home, lit by a single bare bulb hanging from a dusty ceiling fan.
“Back here!” A firefighter responds.
We weave the stretcher between boxes of cereal, dog shit, ash-covered coffee tables littered with syringes, cushion-less chairs, dirty clothes, and… baby toys.
“Goddammit,” I mumble as we push on into the room and lay eyes on three firefighters and a jittery man standing in the corner of the room.
“Where’s the patient?” My partner asks.
The firefighters point to the man shaking in the corner.
“Did you Narcan him?”
“No. He was awake when we got here.”
“Did anybody Narcan him?”
“Not that we know of.”
I glance back at the deputy—one I’ve run calls with many times—and he says, “I’ll go check with his friends,” then leaves the room.
“Sir,” my partner says to the patient as he shimmies past the firefighters, “did you take anything?”
The patient looks at him with wide eyes and giggles, then says with lightning speed, “no, I didn’t take anything.”
We exchange looks with the firefighters, all thinking the same thing—not opiates. Probably meth. Maybe crack. Maybe a cocktail of drugs. But, whatever the case, he was bouncing with energy, which isn’t the case with heroin or fentanyl.
Spread across the bare mattress is a collection of empty syringes, spoons, a lighter, a black leather belt, and Funyuns. None of it indicates uppers. Looks more like heroin… and Funyuns.
“This stuff isn’t yours?” I ask, pointing at the items on the bed.
The patient glares at me, flicks his tongue like a snake, then quickly looks at the bed and back at me. “That’s not mine.”
“Not even the Funyuns?”
The firefighters suppress a chuckle, and the patient’s eyes dart to them, then back at me. “They’re not mine.”
My partner looks over at the firefighters and smirks. “Y’all can clear.”
The firefighters, more than happy to get back to the station and return to bed, nod, tell us, “see you on the next one,” and exit the room.
My partner sighs and turns to the stretcher to grab the monitor so that we can check the patient’s vitals.
As he’s doing that, I’m watching the patient tremble in the corner, and then something unbelievable happens.
He flickers.
Like a stuttering digital image, or a flame in the wind.
“What the—?”
My partner looks up at me and asks, “what?”
“He… uh… nothing.”
Sleep deprivation; it has to be, I thought. Going so long without sleep can play all sorts of tricks on the mind. But I wasn’t that tired. I’ve gone longer without sleep. I’m used to not sleeping.
My partner wrapped the blood pressure cuff around the patient’s bicep—an arm so thin he had to use the pediatric size—and placed the pulse oximeter on the patient’s index finger.
I opened up the laptop to start getting information: name, date of birth, medical history, medications, and allergies. I ask the first one, and the patient says, “it doesn’t matter.”
I look up. “Yes, it does.”
He giggles. “They’re all gone, and soon I’ll be gone, too.”
I take my hands off the laptop. “What are you talking about?”
The monitor begins to alarm. His blood pressure reads 200/200. His heart rate is also 200. Other than the fact that these numbers match each other perfectly, they indicate critical hypertension and tachycardia and the severe problems that might accompany them, like a stroke. But, the diastolic pressure (the bottom number) is the highest I’ve ever seen it. This patient shouldn’t have been standing, let alone speaking.
My partner and I exchange looks of “oh fuck.”
“Sir, we need you to take a seat over here,” my partner says as he quickly lowers the stretcher and the side rail.
The patient looks nervously between the two of us and says, “It doesn’t matter.”
“We need to hurry up and get you in the truck. You’re in bad shape.”
The patient giggles, which then erupts into laughter. A pained laugh that brings with it tears and an expression of panic. My partner reaches out and grabs him, and I hurry around the stretcher to join. I hold onto an arm and the monitor, and then the patient stops laughing, and his voice shakes as he mutters, “it’s time.”
In an instant, the patient vanishes into thin air, my partner and I stumble forward against the wall, and the blood pressure cuff and pulse oximeter fall to the ground amongst the pile of clothes that the patient had been wearing.
We’re in shock. “Where the fuck did he go!?” My partner yells.
We jump to our feet and hurry out of the room, colliding with the deputy.
“Whoa,” he says, “what’s wrong?”
“He vanished!”
“He left?”
“He disappeared into thin-fucking-air!” I shout.
The deputy furrows his brow, places his hand on the pistol holstered to his hip, and pushes around us to the bedroom.
A moment later, the deputy returns, gaping at us. “How the fuck…?”
We don’t know how, but what we do know is that the man who vanished that night is missing, along with his girlfriend and baby.
Was it a drug? What drug makes people vanish?
Maybe it was an illusion… but that doesn’t make sense, either. We felt him disappear.
Have we gone crazy?
Is it an unknown COVID symptom?
Is it magic?
What the fuck happened to my patient?
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2022.01.20 19:45 eGgZ_4_Dizzert Was watching stream and my friend sends me this, MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAH, I'VE DONE IT, MORE BODIES FOR THE GRAVEYARD

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2022.01.20 19:45 YoghurtOk9313 I want as many creepy messages as possible

For science
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2022.01.20 19:45 Leave-it-to-Beavz Towne Pump

I went to Towne pump the other day and it was hard closed down. Does anyone know if they're coming back?
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2022.01.20 19:45 hardcoredore Suspect Tom Ford Site. These prices are too good to be true aren't they? I found this on Facebook btw...

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2022.01.20 19:45 BigDonutz Koinly

Imported my Guarda wallet transactions and staking claims for tax purposes and it was very simple/easy. Worked for Kucoin (API), coinbase and as well.
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2022.01.20 19:45 robguerrar I have some burning questions…

Is the space exploration going to be like no man’s sky but with some obvious restrictions? Will we be able to board ships? Will Finn have a bigger arc in the game as opposed to the films? (Rumour about that since last year)
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2022.01.20 19:45 fackyuo The Will To Survive solo (Pantera Cover)

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2022.01.20 19:45 SadisticBison Why does Tesla AM look like GME AM?

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2022.01.20 19:45 Living_Fan9383 Day 8 of planted tank algae like stuff growing on driftwood any advice

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2022.01.20 19:45 arinore QuickFix 6.3 experience - woman

So I bought this for a pre-employment screen, as I have a medical card, but that doesn't really matter here, and I was a little nervous at the idea.
Definitely relied on being a "typical 30s suburban mom" to not seem suspicious, which definitely helped, but I figured I'd share since many of the experiences I'd read were from men, and obviously potential "hiding spots" can be a bit different.
Warmed it up, slapped the warmer on there, and threw it in my bra, under the boob. Worked great, could bend over, jump, adjust, no issue whatsoever. I think smaller chested gals could struggle a little, but I'd guess a heavier lined bra could do the trick.
The tech didn't seem even a little suspicious of me, she was very pleasant, marked the sample as the right temp and bagged it up.
Now to just wait for results!
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2022.01.20 19:45 Davey_the_Great POLL: The Big Zero

Mark Cuban and his Maverick organization search the league high and low for special players.
This summer they signed one.
Currently his FG% and 3PT% are better than Timmy and Reggie.
His salary is significantly less than the both of them.
His season stats so far are...
3.9 pts
3.5 reb
0.8 ast
9.51 PER
We are talking about Sterling Brown.
At the halfway point of the season, where do you stand regarding the guy wearing #0?

View Poll
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2022.01.20 19:45 BellaFigaWGF This Is My second Jojo drawing is this good?

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2022.01.20 19:45 Suchacreativename12 Come back soon art by @akiminushka

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2022.01.20 19:45 G00bre More like, more, more like

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2022.01.20 19:45 avreyd101 Druddigon raid on me 3833 6584 0428 inviting 10

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2022.01.20 19:45 maybehighquality Lenovo ideapad flex 15 iml fan

The fan in my laptop broke and I need to buy another to fix it since the warranty ran out. I was looking online and I can’t figure out what model fan it has. Does anyone know the model?
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2022.01.20 19:45 El-Discrepador La game boy

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2022.01.20 19:45 SarwisMan Canadians! Get $30 when you spend $30! - One of the first times our bonus is this high. Usually only $5 - $10. Now $30 for a limited time with a Rakuten referral.

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