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Saturday, October 11, 2008

Heavy Trauma

There was an explosion the likes of which I hadn’t heard before; I ran in the direction of the distant rumble. One of my greatest fears would soon be realized.
He was lying on his back screaming, and as I saw the dark stain blossom and grow on his pant leg, I gave an involuntary shudder. I knew I had to do something fast, but I was frozen. Nothing like this had happened to me before.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, my training kicked in and I ran to his side. I ripped open the pant leg at the in-seam to determine the extent of the damage; it was worse than I feared. The scene was nauseating and I fought down a mixture of panic and revulsion. I took a breath and tore open my trauma bag. Moving swiftly I wiped sweat from my forehead and watched my fingers move of their own accord. Soon my subject was stabilized and I let out a sigh of relief as his breathing returned to normal. First time overflows are definitely traumatizing; the poopy dipper was changed.