Dan and the bigger part of myself are trying to work this blog around our very full schedules, last week I worked 50-60hours per week due to understaffing, 5 nightshifts in a row (10 hours each) and NO FUCKING BREAK OR TIME TO EAT SOMETHING in any of these shitty shifts, but anyway here is a quick update:
– I found a very well written blog of myself that Paris sucks, and VICE got it right https://www.vice.com/en_uk/read/reasons-why-paris-is-the-worst-place-ever on the spot with this blog entry, I have to re-arrange the text to make it fit here to save my graceful thoughts and words about the worst place on earth: PARIS
Sometimes if you find old texts or blogs of yourself where you think in the back of your head, well that was okay but I think differently today…well not in this case folks, Paris still sucks ass!
– Some low-key lawfirm (Waldorf and Frommer) wanted to sue my ass for filesharing I never did, the new decision of the german high court and the decisions of the Bundesregierung to make open Wireless LAN more feasable made me really really grin like a mobster !
– I spent many euros on collecting pocket knifes and fixed blade knifes, and I finally invested 100 € in one of the finest knifes in the world the Spyderco Delica http://www.amazon.de/dp/B0043PGPSE/ref=twister_B00840WGUA?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1 To be honest, I could have saved many €€€ if I bought something good in the first place
– Same lesson goes with the DENTIST. I tried to save money 10 years earlier on low quality cavity fillings, now I had to spent many euros to replace the shitty fillings and replace it with new ones. I should have bought quality earlier on.
There is more to come, many new blogs are right in the pipeline!
Als ehrenamtlicher Gruppenführer einer ehrenamtlichen Feuerwehr die sich ein Einsatzgebiet mit einer hauptamtlichen Wehr oder Berufsfeuerwehr teilt muss man schon eine Menge blödsinniger Anweisungen ablehnen – Und manchmal deutliche Worte an die Herren hinter dem Funktisch richten!
Konkret geht es in der Sache um zwei Fälle bei denen ich als zunächst verantwortlicher Einsatzleiter gemäß FwDV 100 in einer für mich als Unsinnig von der Leitstelle versucht wurde ausgebremst zu werden. Und nein das ist kein Text der ein Leitstellen-Diss oder eine Diskreditierung der gesamten Leitstellenarbeit werden soll sondern er bezieht sich auf EINZELFÄLLE.
In einem Fall stand das Fahrzeug mit mir und meiner Mannschaft bei einer Veranstaltung, nach Rücksprache mit der Leitstelle im Status 1 und per DME erreichbar. Es kam wie es kommen sollte, 10min vor Beginn der Veranstaltung piepste es am Gürtel, Verkehrsunfall Bundesautobahn nicht unweit von unserem Standort.
Als ich mich auf das Fahrzeug setzte und die Leitstelle, wie ich es üblicherweise bei Bundesautobahn immer mache nach de
Im konkreten Einsatzziel fragte kam ein eher unmotiviertes „Ja sie können erstmal bei Veranstaltung warten !“
Das „können“ in der Wortwahl setzte ich sofort meinerseits in die Tat um und drückte den Status „Einsatzauftrag übernommen“ und fuhr die Einsatzstelle mit Alarm an. Die verwunderte Leitstelle fragte dann 2x relativ ungebremst nach „Haben Sie das aufgenommen?“ und ich erwiderte (etwa patzig) „Ihr habt uns alarmiert, wir Rollen!“
Im zweiten Fall ähnliches Szenario, ich war auf der Wache es erging der Alarm, auch Verkehrsunfall Autobahn und auch hier kam die vermutliche Anweisung „Ja ihr KÖNNT erstmal Standort bleiben wir haben da noch keine klaren Erkenntnisse!“
Auch hier war ich sehr wortklauberisch unterwegs, interpretierte das KÖNNEN entsprechend und fuhr die Einsatzstelle an.
In einer anschließenden Diskussion mit der Leitstelle argumentierte ich mit dem, was einem von den „Beamtenspießern“ stehts entgegen getragen wird: Dienstvorschriften
3.2.2 Einsatzleitung Die Einsatzleitung besteht aus · der Einsatzleiterin oder dem Einsatzleiter unterstützt von · einer rückwärtigen Führungseinrichtung (zum Beispiel Leitstelle, Einsatzzentrale) sowie gegebenenfalls · den Führungsassistentinnen und Führungsassistenten und · dem Führungshilfspersonal.
Einsatzleiter ist bei den o.g. Szenarien der Führungsdienst als Zug- oder Verbandsführer der sich ebenfalls auf der Anfahrt befand oder wenn man es nicht weiß ob dieser unterwegs ist oder man von diesem nichts hört man selbst. Mit einer Alarmierung beginnt der Einsatz und die Leitstelle als rückwärtige Führungseinrichtung kann mich in der Tätigkeit sicherlich beraten, jedoch sind die Anordnung nicht verpflichtend und man ist auch nicht aus seiner sich aus dem Gesetz ergebenden Garantenpflicht raus, denn eine Leitstelle kann nie ein vollständiges Lagebild von der Situation vor Ort haben die für eine Rück-Alarmierung von Kräften allerdings vonnöten ist, gerade bei Verkehrsunfällen oder ähnlichen komplexen Szenarien wo sich mal „eben schnell“ etwas fulminantes entwickelt.
Insbesondere dann, wenn dubiose Rückmeldungen von sachfremdem Behörden oder Unternehmen (Polizei, Abschleppdienst) dass da „nichts ist“ im Raum stehen und die Leitstelle dies als Anlasspunkt sieht die Alarm- und Ausrückeordnung bereits nach dem Alarm nachträglich zu ändern sollte man als Gruppenführer genau abwägen ob man hier nicht trotzdem einfach mal „schauen“ fährt. Ich will hier keinen Einsatztourismus propagieren, jedoch hatte ich mehrfach die Situation wo die Leitstelle uns sagte, ihr bleibt Standort, alle ziehen sich frustriert um 2:00 Nachts um und der Melder läuft mit gleichem Stichwort und gleichen Einsatzort gerade dann ein, wenn man wieder im Bett liegt. Tolle Wurst, vor allem für den gefährdeten Kunden auf einem brennenden Balkon von einem Führungsdienst mit Megafon beruhigt und bestärkt wird, nicht zu springen und der Rest der Truppe sich erstmal wieder fertig machen muss weil man vorzeitig alle nach Hause schickte (Hoffentlich noch nicht in diesem Ausmaß passiert!)
Gleiches gilt für die „Entscheidung“ der Leitstelle ob man irgendwo mit oder ohne Sonderrechte hinfährt und damit meint, man sei bei etwaigen Problemen aus der Sache raus. Ob und wie Sonder- wie Wegerechte eingesetzt werden entscheidet der Fahrer dem die Voraussetzungen für den Einsatz von Sonder- und Wegerechten bewusst sein müssen und dies in Rücksprache mit dem jeweiligem Einsatzleiter der über die potentielle Lage Bescheid weiß.
Kenne aus dem Rettungsdienst meines nicht-Heimatkreises folgenden Funkspruch aus Erzählungen, und jeder der auf dem RTW fährt kennt ähnliche Sperenzchen:
„Leitstelle XX von XX RTW XX ihr habt uns alarmiert zur Reanimation auf der XX Straße?“
„Ja, laufende Reanimation aber fahrt mal ohne Alarm ist wahrscheinlich aufgrund der Aussage des Notrufers zu spät!“
Der konkrete Vorfall bei mir zu diesem Fall war in einer tatvollen Nacht voller Unwettereinsätze, der nächste Einsatz wurde ohne fernmündlichen Kommentar einfach so auf den Melder geschickt:
Hilfeleistung Unwetter – Baum droht auf Straße zu stürzen
Einsatzort: Bundesstraße XX
Anfahrt ohne Alarm
Ich fragte per Funk hier nach was denn nun konkret vorliegen würde, der Disponent schilderte mir dass eine Fichte in nicht unerheblicher Größe bei aktuell hohen Windgeschwindigkeiten von 10-12 Bft auf eine Bundesstraße zu fallen drohte. Diese Bundesstraße ist auch Nachts nicht wenig befahren, ich fragte nach ob „Polizei vor Ort“ wäre, was halb lachend verneint wurde.
Für mich ergab sich aus dem Lagebild „großer Baum droht auf Bundesstraße“ zu stürzen durchaus eine gebotene Eile zur Verhinderung von Personen- oder Sachschäden, also wurde mit Alarm gefahren.
Nun, das nächste Problem war herauszufinden was tue ich nun wenn ein 30-40m großer und sehr wackeliger teilentwurzelter Baum, der sich auf einem privatem nicht ohne erheblichen Aufwand zu betretenden Grundstück befindet der potentiell auf die Bundesstraße fallen könne. Ich beschränkte mich auf das Absichern des Gefahrenbereiches und Hinzuziehung der Polizei, und bin damit auch ganz gut gefahren.
Eine kleine Warnung an all die Kettensägenakrobaten aus der Feuerwehr: Wir können ja irgendwie alles, aber eigentlich nichts richtig. Baumfällen lernen wir bei dem 2 – tägigem Kettensägen-Grundkurs nicht, sondern nur wie wir das Gerät bedienen ohne uns oder andere umzubringen. Lasst die Finger von irgendwelchen Risiko-Fällarbeiten und trifft im Zweifelsfall lieber die Entscheidung das Forstamt oder jemand der das beruflich macht damit zu beauftragen und notfalls nur abzusichern. Habe in meinen 12 Jahren Feuerwehr schon häufig erlebt, dass mehr Glück als Verstand bei Kettensägen-Akrobatik mit im Boot saß.
1. What brought you initially to the Fire Department ?
I think my neighbour approached me at the age of 12 and asked me, if I wanted to join my local Voluteer Fire Department. I first was hesistant, then went to the meeting of the youth firefighter branch. Firefighters are kind of tough to break in and you have to step over many „rites of passage“ until you become a fully accepted member of the community, but I immidiately felt a tingling sensation looking around the Firehouse. So I was in.
2. Can you recall any acts of hazing?
I guess at the year I joined (1999) there was not a big awareness for some far-fetched rites of passage or beginners hazing. As the new guy, you were expected to help out the other guys, and in the summer and winter time you were babtized many many times. Babtizing means getting wet and beeing showered or beeing thrown in containers full of water. If you acted like a pussy, you were re-babtized until you accepted your faith. Some guys I knew where locked into uniform-lockers, then a big ammount water was pumped into the locker. Some of my fellow colleauges where strapped to a stretcher and beeing kind of „waterboarded“. If someone „avoided“ the babtizing process, a ugly mixture of sirup, honey and milk was used to initiate the new member. I never experienced this, but today as a vice youth department leader I wouldn’t tolerate this forms of hazing, children today wouldn’t be able to cope with that and also children today wouldn’t see the line anymore.
In the „big“ Fire Department there are some comparable rites of passage, but they tend to be mild in these days. Every new member is also babtized to the underwear, on St.Martins Day the new members have to sing a song in front of the whole department. After the first accident or fire , a new member gets a bunch of raw eggs hidden in his boots and/or confetti and/or eggs in his helmet. There are lots of variations and usually more and more new varations to come.
There are some very stupid and also silly drinking games, which usually involve rapid consumption of beer but I don’t want to talk about the inner secrets
3. First Alarm Assignment?
It was on a carnival day in february, my pager went off and I ran to the Firehouse. It was a traffic accident on the highway but with only vehicular damange and no one injured. I was buzzing for three hours as I went home.
4.First ugly scene
My first real ugly scene was an accident on a building site. A wall collapsed on a worker with loads of heavy Y-Tong stones around 80-90kg heavy. We were first on scene and pulled the guy out. We started CPR but the Emergency Doctor only came to scene to pronounce the death. I remember talking to the Excavator-Operator who was responsible for the collapse due to a human error and wrong button push. As the police investigators arrived on the building site, he realized what had happened and I remember him going white and beeing all silent. We gave him a Firemans-Jacket and Helmet (the local news had appeared on scene) to carmouflage him, drove him to our Firestation where a crisis intervention team was ready to debrief him. On the way to our Firestation he looked at the front of my boot and told me „I think you got blood on your boot!“ which I wiped away quickly and saying Sorry, Sorry, Sorry all the time. I really felt sorry for him.
5.My funniest scene
Three years ago, we were called to a „small fire“ outside a structure in the middle of the night and weren’t able to locate the fire. We had to call the Operator and he rang the caller back, who was already in bed and then they directed us to the „scene“ . There was a little amazon package, I don’t know like 50x20x30cm filled with paper and some wood which was glimming silently in front of his house, supposedly some joke from children. We got out a bucket, filled it one quarter with water and „extinguished“ the fire in seconds. The caller who was the inhabitant of the nice house told us, the next time it would be nice if we came a little more quiet, because we disturbed a little of his sleep. You gotta have balls to tell that to 7 firemen who got up in the middle of the night something like this.
Another funny thing was some flooding days where massive rain caused the basements of houses filled with rainwater. We got to an old and deaf lady who called the emergency operator some time ago, were able to see her through the window but she couldn’t really hear us banging on the doors and windows. Also flashlights and waving could get her attention from solving crossword puzzles. We „tricked“ ourself into the house and carefully approached the house-mistress who just took a pissed off look over her reading-glasses. „Next time you will knock the door or ring the doorbell, like everybody else!“ As I went down the basement the old dragon followed me and I stopped because the stairwell leading to the basement was already filled with water half way. I told her, well that’s gotta take a while. „How long?“ I scratched my head and cheerfully said „Around three to four hours“. She took off her reading glasses in a slight shock, shook her head and spat out: „Well then get the hell out of here, I can wash my clothes without a washing machine and dryer and I will wait until the water is gone!“
6.Things/Scenes/Accidets that stayed in my mind
In 2005 I catched a glimpse of smoke toxicity during a fire at a former restaurant, I went through a door and inhaled some smoke, got a little dizzy and lightheaded and a quick and more experienced colleauge immidiately pulled me out.
In 2006 I had a chainsaw course and the practical day outside in the woods was the coldest day of the year around -4° to -6°C , it was the first and only time of my life where I had frostbite on my fingers and foot
In 2007 I had my longest fire -scene , we were alarmed to a factory on fire at 18:00 and got back to the station 12:00 the next day.
Also in 2007, the hurricane Kyrill kept us busy for many hours to clear the debris and fallen trees from the streets. Adverse weather and falling trees are an extremely dangerous ordeal, it was the first time I really feared for my life as I heard the wood cracking over me.
In 2008 we had to spent a night supplying water to a real big fire in the middle of the frosty winter nights, around -2°C. The Red Cross Food Supply Truck would come around every 2-3 hours giving us potato – soup with sausages and a warm tea. I never felt so cold in my life, but this time without the frostbites.
Also in 2008 I was called to a FireScene in a neighbour town to help with the fire. Several Fireman had collapsed in the heat of the summer and we had to triage and treat around 5 firemen from heat exhaustion and dehydration.
In 2009 I went into a barn on fire where I stumbled over a bobbycar and got almost hit by a horseshoe nailed into the wall of the barn.
In 2010 we were send to a mass-casulty-incident on the freeway, they were at least 6 patients , some of them critical. I treated a french fellow with cuts and bruises, a child with a broken arm, a poor women thrown out of her car and a pregnant women suffering from multiple injuries.
In 2010 some idiot crashed into a energy converting station in our town which led to a complete power-out , I was awakened from the blow (around 100m from my place) , tried to put on the light but the power was down, sleepy I got to the window where I saw all the street lights have gone out and it was completely dark. Very strange feeling. Then my pager went off and I connected the dots. We weren’t able to put up our hallway-doors so we had to manually lift them so our engines could get out.
Somewhere around Winter 2011 or 2012 we came to an appartment – fire with people standing at their windows screaming for help because of the smoke. An old lady jumped in panic from the base floor (around 1-1,50) and my comrades rescued a young guy in his underwear with a ladder. After 30minutes on scene, heavy snow started and nearly froze our whole pump.
In 2012 a fellow firemen and myself picked up our fire-engine from a repair and decided to buy something at McDonalds, as we drove out the parking space we saw a Merceded with two passengers colliding with semi-truck in the middle of the road, I had sports-gear on so as my comrade and we were jumping around two casulties with signal vests and sandals. (Of course we changed to our gear as the photographers arrived)
In 2013 we were first on a motorcycle accident on the freeway, I was first the first medic on scene, patient clearly speaking to me. Then he passed out and went into cardiac arrest. We fought for nearly one hour, I wasn’t able to obtain an airway, there was no rhythm for defibrillation and I didn’t recognized the tension pneumothorax which was the deliberating cause for his arrest. Shitty day.
In June 2013 some of our firemen drove off to Magdeburg to help with the mass flood. I served as a „intelligence“ officer and updated them on the phone for several days because they didn’t get any information on scene. I was very worried about them, especially as I heard that many Firemen got injured during the flood.
In December 2014 we were called to a traffic accident on a rural street right around our FireHouse, two very young girls came of fthe road during a heavy rain and hit a tree with their car. Allthough it sounds like a fuckup, it was the quickest, most professional and patient-oriented rescue operation in my entire career. We had the critical girl out in 13 minutes which was crucial to her survival (10.15 or maybe 20min longer , she would have bleed out due to her massive injuries) and the second critical was 5minutes which is very good. Sometimes it’s good to know you serve with the best and the experienced.
Also in December 2014 there was an road-icing accident in the middle of our town, single-driver who sat on the backbench due to the massive force caused by his crash into a lamp-post and his engine was forced out of the car.
In 2015 I attended the Squad-Leader-Training-Course in Münster and really got my mind blown by the instructors and the teachers around there. It really tested and boosted my ability as a Firefighter and during the 12 days in this school, I really learned a lot about myself and how I can react under pressure.
My first job as a Squad – Leader was a High-Rise-Fire with around 100 tenants living in a place. It is a nightmare for a squad leader. Glad it was only the smell of smoke that got the inhabitants curious.
My second job as a Squad – Leader was a basement fire in the middle of the night. I really was confident the way it worked out. Some minor parts and bits were not so good, but two months out of squad-leader-school nobodys will be perfect.
7. What makes the work so enjoyable and rewarding ? You are not getting payed?
It’s not about the work, it’s not about the pay it is about the people I serve with. I know many of my comrades for more than 10 years and shared long evenings and days with them trough our youth and childhood, I have seen them going through many phases of life and seen them develop as a confident and professional Firefighter. I have grown with them, I have seen shit with them, I pulled through shit with them. For me it’s a small family, even though some of them some times suck…but like I said…home is where hate is
8. How do you deal with all the ugly things you worked on?
There is a seperate post on the topic coping“ in the next FAQ about my job
Meeting new people means answering the same questions, sometimes I’m too tired to answer these questions to the detail and give shorter versions or summaries. But I’m not someone to be summarized, so that I get my answers straight everytime I put them up here so that the evil idiots can look it up in case they care.
1) Do you plan to get married?
I don’t plan to get married, but I will get married eventually, but I don’t know the full extent of the whole show. To be honest, big weddings are made, planned and executed for the visitors and there is no joy watching other people having a good time.
2) Do you own a house or appartment?
I’m to poor to own something fancy like an appartment.
3) Why do you drive such a shitty car ? (1997 Nissan Almera N15 in Forest Green)
My first car was a 1993 Nissan Sunny and as you may guess from the photo and the age of my car (I got my drivers licence around 2004 where the little Nissan had 180.000 km runtime behind him) that this racer was more shitty than my actual car, which now runs around 18 years with 200.000 kilometers and counting. Well, I don’t see cars as fancy objects, I see them as a tool for getting somewhere or transporting something, in most cases myself, to some place. I have driven more advanced and fancy rental- or company-owned – cars. They are nice and they have some decent comfort items. But I don’t really care about big and expensive cars. You see I bought my 1997 Nissan for 4000€ with 130.000km and used it for 7 years, spent exactly 2000€ in repairs and maintenance , got everywhere I wanted to be and always had a reliable car which suited me. I will change to Mercedes in December, but it’s the car of my father because he doesn’t want to drive it any longer as he gets retired. Fair for me and another 5 years with a good car.
4) Do you have a strenous relationship with your family?
As a matter of fact, I don’t have such a big family.
I got my mother and my step-father who are living a kilometer away from me.
From my step-fathers side there is some kind of extended family, but I don’t have any real contact with them
I got my brother who is living in the industrial part of North-Rhine-Westphalia
I got some shelled relatives in the eastern part of Germany with limited to no contact.
I got a half-brother in the eastern part of Germany but there was a „situation“ five years ago where his wife ceased contact with me and my mother.
All my grandparents passed away, my two uncles are „6 feet under“ and my father is also dead. (Passed away 2004, cancer, different story maybe told later, I’m now trying to find his grave which is not as easy as I thought)
I have a mixed relationship with the biggest part of my family, I learned to accept them the way they are and don’t expect them to do the same with me. That’s the way it works. I may have some diferences here and there but I think the biggest part it’s okay and enjoyable.
Home is where hate is…you can’t live together for such long times without creating some minor or major differences.
5) Children and family?
In the recent year I had to opportunity to be a part-time father for a two year old boy for around 7-9 months. I had some experience with children by beeing a Nurse but beeing a Nurse is a entirely different thing, as a professional healthcare worker you try to involve the parents into the care. But it relieved some stress factors, I can deal with sick kids and I can tell the difference between real sickness trouble and standard sickness trouble. I think I’m also capable of intubating or at least ventilating a child, that pulled away much of the fear that is involved with having a little accident-prone racer around who likes to swallow or taste small objects. 😉
I have to say it was demanding, sometimes difficult but most of the time I truly enjoyed it. So yes I think that children are a very good option. You have to have a purpose in live, and to be real honest seeing a kid grow up and work with them through good and bad times is more rewarding than any other things I did in the past. But I have no intention or big plan on doing it tomorrow, the day after tomorrow or next year. I want to do some things that can be done better without children (Kitesurfing).
6) Sports and Activity?
In my childhood years I wasn’t a very active child. I tended to stay at home and I had big problems with sun allergy from the age 3-5. I became more active around primary school where I had a good friend who pulled me into playing soccer and doing martial arts (Judo). To be honest, I wasn’t the newborn Ronaldo. I wasn’t agile enough for a goalkeeper, I was to slow to be a centre-back defender, I could not run fast enough to be a wing defender. So I tried out as an attacker, mostly on the wings, but my passes weren’t precise enough. So I was positioned in the middlefield, the pool of the unwanted and did „decently“.
Judo and Martial arts tended to be a little better, I was in a highly competetive team with loads of golden pots, rewards and gold medals, we even got a team for the federal leauge, but I wasn’t passionate enough to put so much energy into competetive judo and put myself on the mat three to fout times a week. But I can tell you, Judo is a tough workout and injuries are a guarantee.
As I started my Firefighter training with 18 years, I had to pull my shit together in my weak disciplines. I hate running, I’m a bad runner and I hate stamina training and never experienced a runners high, I constantly experience a runners low and feel mostly miserable all the time. But stamina and overall fitness is a must as a firefighter. Next thing is strenght training and explosive muscle power. I have a very lean bodytype and gaining muscle isn’t easy, but I bit on my tounge and worked it out so I can climb a ladder with breathing apparatus, can run 100m in full gear without passing out and can move objects with certain heavyness with ease. You cannot get out of breath in the middle of a smoke-puddle with some younger comrade behind you relying on you, you can’t pass out or take a break during a vehicular extrictation so I constantly did some exercise and even ran 5000m competition several times (My best time was 22:10 min). Now after some years of work I’m a better part of the „fitter“ firefighters in my squad.
On my weekly routine I drive on my mountainbike at least twice a week (20km and 15km runs) and I fully rely on bodyweight exercises and pullups/pushups and some barbell work. I recently got interested in some aqua – sports, especially Kitesurfing and Paddleboard. I’m unfortunately not able to go scuba-diving because I cannot do the valsava-maneuver for pressure equalizing which makes the whole experience rather unpleasant.
Did I mention I hate swimming? This is one of the few reasons I didn’t become a professional Firefighter, during basic training you spent too many days in a cold water pool and this at 5:30 in the morning, not for me!
7) Holiday and Vacation?
During my last three holidays I always spent time on the Canary Islands. Sounds boring and not innovative hm? Well, vacation has to suit your needs and to be honest, I have to recover and recuperate from my stressfull and demanding job and shitty nightshifts, and I cannot recover during a city trip and I cannot do real vacation on a cold or colder place. I need sun, I need seawater, I need a decent beach, the laid-back south-european way of life and good weather. There is a guarantee for that on the canary islands and you don’t have these fucking mosquitoes driving you nuts. If I had the money and the ressources, I would do two vacations each year, one to recover and one to be an adventure. But I need to prioritize and suit the ressources I have to my needs, so the world has to wait until Nurses get paid more than office-workers.
8) Do my neighbours hate me?
Yes, I think some of them really do
My approach to neighbourhood is simple. Accept my postal packages and I will tolerate your stupid lawn mowing at 8 o’clock at saturday…and don’t bother me so I will accept your postal packages.
I’m not going to neighbourhood meetings, I don’t participate in street fests, I don’t know the names of people living in my house and street and I won’t appear on the annual St.Martins coffee. I like the minmal and simple, anonymous approach so that nobody can tell the news anything special about me.
This crushes with the „Heeelloo Mr…..“ suburban bullshit theory about good neighbourhood and buildung trusted relationships, spatting about the clean cut grass and the beautiful flowers in the front porch, nothing that really interests me.
I once had to appear on a mandatory-school-psychiatrist-meeting where a good counterfeit of Freud (even with a white beard) assessed me, tested my intelligence and did some psychological analysis of my persona. He was the first person who really discussed spiritualism with me and my approach to religion, I told him that I was an atheist but he convinced me that I really was agnostic. He asked me why I didn’t follow any religion or spiritual way of life and I told him some bullhit about the cruseades and the harm religion did to the world. He then stated two very wise things: „Well was the religion itself or the people who thought they acted in the name of the religion the real cause of harm?“ and „Well, christianity is the major religion around here but maybe it’s not for you, but there is something out there that may give you something good!“
As I entered a catholic Nursing School with a original salvatorian nun as my course-leading-boss, I really saw a different side to Christianity and the good things it does to people in need. I especially noted that people in the terminal or just difficult sickness phase of their life tended to seek out for spirituality and it made things easier for them. They had something to speak to and bring their , in many cases unrealistic wishes and hopes to someone and gave them a little bit more peace and structure. To the sadness of my former boss, the salvatorian nun, I didn’t convert. For me church and the symbolism does not mean anything to me, even though I support the evangelic/protestant chuch as a antagonist to this prevalent catholic conservatism.
If I had to practice a religion, I would choose Japanese Shintoism. I read many literature about it and it would suit me better, but I need to visit a shrine in Japan, then I would know;)
I have always been a friend of clear and honest communication. This is sometimes a source of friction with people I have to work with.
„If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!“
Thats been a motto for me and my voice for the last 10 years. I got more „tactical“ in communication when it comes to speaking out on a workplace, you cannot spit out without thinking about the possible consequences you might have to face, but sometimes I just don’t care.
I hate if people have no point or message behind their talking and you don’t know what they really mean. I hate this talking much but saying nothing business conversations and I do hate people who try to avoid controversial statmements or any statement at all in their talking.
It happened again. The flashback moment that made me remember that there was something. A rusty tradition, somewhat more neglected ever since entering professional life. In this case it was the realisation that after weeks of using a new version of Firefox Mozilla’s browser had deleted the homepage setting – which for over a decade was leading to this blog… or one of its predecessors.
So what do we do about it? The statistics say that I literally have been posting once a year since 2013. So let me update you on what has happened since my last entry! One picture at a time – or month*. Selected from the auto-upload folder kindly provided by a cloud memory storage liked to the cellphone. London pics only (or pictures traveling to and from the Thames settlement).
* Except for March. Month went missing when the mobile phone was experiencing a midlife crisis.
Sometimes there is some kind of brewing rant inside me and occasionaly, it comes out in rather short outburts of random hate which (in ideal case) should be canalized in this piece of artwork here. The year 2015 has been a shitty one, I have shit thrown at me in multiple angles, beeing able to deflect most of it. The fuck-up baseline is a nursing job which drains most of the energy from me and my life. It’s a love/hate relationship, I do what I like to do in a field which I know (mostly) with people I respect and who respect me (mostly). The face the truth, I can go back to Urology or General Intensive Care Ward and wash my ass off for 8 hours a day 12 days straight during all times of night and day. So all of you retards tell me about the shitty jobs you had in the past, shitty job was my bitter reality for 2 years and I know the scale of shitty jobs from top to bottom.
Meeting with people I went to school with is depressing, I don’t want to see them and their mis-deveolopment and I don’t want them to see me in my own kind of misery. Their expectations about general life and the daily work ethic is ridiculous; Hey you semi-academic assholes, you got a useless BSc degree in engineering or architecture or media design or social management and expect the world to give you assistant boss position right after university and you excpect the companies you send your smug innovative resumees to pay you with indefinite ammounts of cash? Fuck you, get a taste of the real worklife, get you ass wet in the daily hell of office psychoterror and accumulate some mixture of dirt and blood from your fellow workmates you try to fuck over. Try for once in your life to be as innovative as your smug CV you printed at your mommas home office and show the world your unique skills.
If I tell these losers of the useless-degree-bench my monthly payment I often sense blank despair mixed with a keen sense of envy. „Oh I didn’t know a nurse is payed THAT much, I mean you didn’t went to university and all!“ Hell for the work I do and you will never do in a whole lifetime in your padded office chair 24/7 and 365 days I better prostitute myself for some middle aged women to loneley and awkward to actually get payed WELL. It’s not my fault that NOBODY actually cares about your Bachelor thesis, and you don’t get stripes for the fact that you did one year of research about metals found in some inner city pond. But hey, at least you have a scientific education (which I also had and take part of by „prostituting“ my writing skills for papers in nursing school about patient safety shit…but you know what ? NOBODY CARES)
I live in a decent appartment in a very quiet suburban part of a city, I have a big forest and nature at my doorstep and everything is owned by me and my girlfriend except the appartment itself. But I have no clue about my neighbours, I barely remember their name. In my house I have two female elementary school teachers, one lives with a guy who is quite allright but I don’t know what ir if he is doing for money. He has funny but loud outburts of hate towards lifeless things and can be seen throwing some tools around his garden. His wife is the more quiet and resented part. I have heard part of their bed routine during my nightly scavange hunt to the freezer in the basement…not pleasant but entertaining. The neighbours directly under me are some stuck-up corporate typical german who may have voted for Hitler if he is around, I think they won’t last any longer, both of them might have a psych history, the asshole husband goes to his car at 6:00am and then sits in his car for 10 minutes just looking through the windshield. He does the same when he comes back. His wife is stuck up and afraid of me, I have heard through my recon that I’m big, muscular and aggressive. It may be true, but it serves my purpose. One neighbour, an old-nazi-fella accepts my packages reluctantly and even brings them over to me. He desperately tries to engage in a minor conversation everytime he sees me, but hey…it’s part of my job to listen to old fool talk and I don’t want to infect my private life with some old guy talking shit to me, so sorry for you. Would be better for me if you’d just accept the packages and shut up.
Despite beeing in „carers“ job and doing my „care“ part quite well, I don’t find any interest in random people I don’t know in my private life. I’m just curious to a point where their spineless and ridiculous efforts to look important to everyone entertain me, which does not mean I’m interested at all. Some people mistake curiosity for interest, but it’s a whole different thing. Yesterday one loneley prick conversationely shanghaied me at the waiting line in the post office, I was returning an Amazon package and he pointed at the package….“For your lady…?“ I just nodded silently. „Well Amazon is great, you can get very good presents for your girl…“ Again, I just nodded in the hope that he would not try to enage me again. The third and most desperate attempt was „You should try Amazon Prime, you will get discount on shipping charges!“ – „Oh shoot, I didn’t know that…“ What an idiot.
My girlfriends family is another stressor in my life, I don’t have enough webspace to state to whole toxic concept of her family, but her sister doesn’t like me at all. But the lack of love is mutual with the major difference that I’m not afraid to show it to her and everybody who asks or want to join the show. We have different opinions on everything and she insists to discuss them with me. Sorry I don’t have time to listen to your countryside bullshit and your opinion. I don’t get into an argument with you to agree with you at the end? Whats the fun in that. Last year she was in hospital, in a quite serious condition. My girlfriend was worried to her skin, I just didn’t care. Really. The other and smaller sister is a 18 year old bitchy and lying brat who will end up pregnant soon, without proper education or anything serious in her life. She will tell you the best of the world if you gets under pressure or has any advantage from you. Her brother is a semi-criminal ex gambler who isn’t so keen on working but exploits everything he gets to the maximum. I don’t tell you this because I want them to portray bad, it’s just the truth about them. They don’t give a shit about me, they don’t even spell my name right, they always get the wrong birthday (which I find entertaining, I just confront them with the fact that it’s the wrong day and end the conversation, pure pleasure) and they only invite me because they have to. But you know? They don’t have to. I can do so many productive things if I’m not at some useless birthday café, next time I asked them to spare me the invitation.
I recently became a trainer and educator in my Fire Deparment, like basic Fire Drills, Vehicular Extriction, First Aid etc. I try to bring some quality to the front line since I’m now a squad leader and don’t have the spot right in front. Now I have to step back. Many of my comrades are badly trained and some of them think they are trained but won’t get shit done if under real bloody pressure. I have a paramedic who brags about his part heroistic actions, put him on the front line with a crashing patient and he will just freeze and become panic. I have no problem with guys freezing up if shit gets real, but I hate bastards bragging they are the mack and piss their pants if it’s their part to do somthing benefical.
I see the world rolling downhill, but I’m not depressed about it. I’m a microscopic part trying to hold up the better parts but actually don’t make any difference. Maybe for today, but never for tomorrow. But the fuel of occasional hatred does burn more efficiently and warmer than warm emotions.
People in general with their boring daily struggle are mostly useless, if you are part of my inner circle of thrust you may have some value.
My name shall remain a legacy, I’m out to get up in 4 hours to juggle some narcotics.
The bitter reality of First Aid and beeing the first responder
May it be as a first responder (=first on scene with medical „backround“) on a fire scene or as a first responder as part of the resus team at my hospital , there is a bitter reality: If you identify yourself as a medical professional, you are acting alone and don’t expect anybody to help. People are paralyzed if they see a single drop of blood and are confronted with their own lack of competence or mortality. People who are afraid are not able to perform well under pressure and may not even hold pressure on a wound if told to do so.
When it comes to organizing your medical gear, you should consider the fact that you need to do all by yourself.
Medical personell is normally trained in teams, the single-person skills slowly faded out in many trainings and even in some CPR guidelines. Well trained Anaesthesiologists won’t do any important or dangerous part of anesthesia induction or emergency procedures without a trained senior staff nurse present. Intensive Care Practicioners will insist to have a Critical Care Nurse on standby. Many doctors even prefer a senior staff nurse over an attending physican or another physician, and one particular anesthesiologist I work with sums it up well:
„When I have a crashing patient I don’t need studies, I don’t need flowcharts, I don’t need standard operating procedures or scientific advice, I need a NURSE who has done it a few times and knows practical stuff“
As a nurse I was always trained to take care of my own business and only ask for help when I really need it and I was trained to work alone. At nightshift, help was avaiable but you had to wait to get a second nurse for hours, so you needed to figure it out for yourself. This skill slowly faded away, because of the „maximum security issue“ that newly trained nurses have. They’d choose to NOT do a job they need to do because the procedure MAY be safer if you’ll do it with two nurses. You can’t get things done this way in hospital.
As a paramedic or firefighter you work in teams, working alone is mostly reserved to sole first responders (who ride alone on a bike or in a small car) and has also become a rarity. If you put a very good paramedic in the position that he has to care for a patient on his own, you see that the handling gets more rough, procedures become hastly and sloppy and they tend to forget things.
On the medical kit at the firetruck of my fire company, I have figured out a colour and labeling system that you can care for a patient and ask any untrained person on scene (bystander for example) „Hey you,can you give me the RED BAG with I.V. written on it“ and it works. The paramedics love the system because it is easy to see and understand and effective to work with itself.
On your personal gear, you should embrace a system like that. I label all my personal first aid kits with an orange cross so that you can find it easily in a pile of rubble or stuff or in a cubboard and I can tell anybody where my advanced kits are , so that I can stay with the patient and send a runner for my kit.
The next hint I can give the eager medical staff: Try to train your skills solo, it is a great way to sort out stuff of your kit that won’t work.
A good example is intubation, if you have a patient which may be easy to intubate you don’t need a trained person on your side, but if it gets difficult or the sourroundings just suck (dark, on the street, in the ditch, in a narrow room) you need a third hand which you won’t have. A next example is intravenous access: Try to start an I.V. line with a bag on a patient alone from your kit , you may encounter certain situations where you just miss a hand.
There are many systems out there, just ask your mates on the truck or in the hospital how they would organize their own personal medical bag.
Here are some videos about medical bags which might give you some ideas about your kit, and remember: Don’t buy expensive medical bags, they don’t need to be that fancy and shiny and reflective!
Getting older means getting wiser, I’m still the kind of douchebag I was ten years ago but beeing a douchebag is completely fine if you learn from real life lessons. Here I got one for the smart reader:
Don’t do things you really don’t need or want to do
This really sounds simple and stupid , but let’s put it in a different perspective and behind a story
On my Squad Leader Course from the Fire-Department I was put together with 25 guys, some older and some younger than me. On the first day I had four guys standing around me discussing the evening plan. They wanted to get wasted and get into the city of Münster, which is a place you need to see. I wasn’t really in the mood, I was tired because I got up at 4:30 am this day and the four guys where not the first ones I want to get wasted with. I had the feeling that they where assholes, but I didn’t know them for longer than 30 minutes.
After some chit-chat they included me in their plans and told me, I looked like someone who wanted to get wasted this night, and I told them no, I’m not in the mood today maybe the next day. They got on my nerves for around 10 minutes about that it is like an unwritten law that you have to get wasted on the first night and you have to get out. I really tried to be polite but they insisted on their plans. After a while my personal Mahatma Ghandi came out and I told them a different idea: Let’s get a beer of two at the bar inside the institute which is 2 minutes from our rooms. They agreed and asked me to include everbody from our course I encounter them.
I called the bar inside the institute, did a reservation for our group and I really had the feeling I was forced to do it.
At 1800 I arrived at the bar on point, and two of the original four guys came in 30 minutes late. I don’t mind sitting alone in a bar and wait for someone, but considering the fact that the maximum distance everybody had to walk from their room was 100m I felt kind of annoyed. The two guys sat down. ordered a drink and went on with their pre-bar conversation, which is also not a deal for me.
The two other guys, which I found out by co-incidence didn’t attend meeting at the bar, they found an alternative from another group they knew and went into the city. (The two biggest talkers of the original four)
I don’t know if I do great first impressions, I tend to be kind of reserved depending on my mood of the day , so I don’t know wether the two guys liked me or did just included me by accident, well these two guys went on with their conversation and went on an went on, and after a while (I did not say a word during their talking) they asked me some questions about myself (profession, girlfriend, where do I live, how big is my Fire-Company blabla) and you could really see from their facial expressions that they were kind of….annoyed? I really don’t know. Then they asked me when I want to do something real for living, a real job. I was in my polite mode and said well I think it’s real enough for me. After 20 awkward seconds of silence they continued with their bullshit conversations about winter-tires and how big the apple tree is in their garden.
The next topic: An instructor from the institute, one of the guys heard something negative about him (he is unfair, he has brown hair, he was kicked out of a fire department whatever…) and I really don’t think that 3 hours of classroom is enough to have an opinion about some instructor. They asked me about my opinion and I exactly said that.
This went on for another 5 minutes, some other classmates arrived at the bar and I sat at a different place with different people which where more enjoyable.
Whats the lesson behind this? I didn’t need to waste 45minutes of time and effort with these idiots
– I didn’t want to go out on the first night
– I didn’t really liked the guys that asked me
– I was proven that they where kind of assholes
– I did something I really didn’t want to reserve anything
– They really didn’t care about me beeing there
Why did I went to the bar that night? Because I wanted to be included and not be the outsider that didn’t went to the bar the first night, I wanted to get along with the folks and I didn’t want to appear rude. Fuck this shit!
Did it work out ? Maybe but I think there is more than one approach to get into a group and get to know everybody. Not everybody was there the first night, and some went along fine, some didn’t like each other like normal people.
Nach sehr langen und intensiven 2 Wochen habe ich vor nicht zu langer Zeit den F3 Lehrgang (Gruppenführer Feuerwehr) am Institut der Feuerwehr bestanden, was mich Kameraden immer wieder fragen ist, wie schafft man das? Wie bereitet man sich vor? Was sollte man wissen? Was wird von einem verlangt?
Ich versuche mich zu jedem relevanten Punkt kurz zu äußern und einen kleinen Guide zu schreiben:
1) Heldenhalle und die Stadt
Die Heldenhalle am Institut selbst und die Bars in Münster sind gute und für viele einmalige Gelegenheiten vom Lehrgangsbetrieb abzuschalten, man sollte es auf jeden Fall auch mal erlebt haben und durch den Bullenkopp oder die Destille marschieren. Bei Thilo kann man seine Lehrgangskameraden auch mal von der privaten Seite kennenlernen. Wichtigste Botschaft ist: Übertreibt es nicht
Die Teilnehmer die jeden Abend bis in die Puppen bei Thilo herumsaßen und erst gegen 02:00 Nachts die Stube aufsuchten, waren nicht diejenigen die am nächsten Tag eine Menge vom Lehrgangsbetrieb mitnehmen konnten. Auch die praktische Performance ist bei den Party-Kameraden nie wirklich gut gewesen. Und bedenkt dabei, ihr habt nicht viele Gelegenheiten eure Fähigkeiten als Gruppenführer vor der Übung auf den Prüfstand zu stellen (Um genau zu sein habt ihr 2 Gelegenheiten)
2) Dinge die man vorher können muss
– Den Inhalt und die wichtigen Kernaussagen der Feuerwehrdienstvorschriften 1 (Grundtätigkeiten) , 3 (Einheiten im Lösch- und Hilfeleistungseinsatz) , 7 (Atemschutz),10 (Tragbare Leitern) 100 (Einsatzleitung)und 500 (ABC Einsätze) denn die F3-Ausbilder legen Wert dass ihr diese Vorschriften kennt
– Brand- und Löschlehre (egal wie viel ihr vorher wisst, selbst die studierten Naturwissenschaftler und Dipl.Ing. haben bei uns geschluckt aber ihr solltet die Dinge zumindest schon mal gehört haben)
– Einen Einsatzbefehl nach FwDV 3 ohne Stottern und Stammeln mit jedem Inhalt an eine Gruppe kommunizieren können (Macht eine Strafkasse in eurer Gruppe auf, jedes mal vergessen von Wasserentnahmestelle und Lage des Verteilers kostet 5 €)
– Grundsätzliches feuerwehrtechnisches Wissen (Das kann ich leider nicht genauer spezifizieren, am besten ist natürlich man kennt sich überall gut aus…das ist leider NICHT möglich)
– Baustoffe, Feuerwiderstandsklassen, Gebäudeklassen, Vorbeugender Brandschutz, Aufbau und Funktion einer Brandmeldeanlage
– Die wesentlichen Inhalte der Paragraphen des FSHG, was darf ich als Einsatzleiter? Was darf ich nicht? Was ist eine Pflichtaufgabe ?
– Alles zur Berechnung einer Wasserförderung (Druckverluste, Wegstrecke, Parallelverkehr, Pendelverkehr)
– Gefahrstoffkennzeichnung, Gefahrguttransportklassen (und ja , auch die Kennzeichnung in der Binnenschiffahrt)
– Das vorschriftsmäßig korrekte Funken im 2m und 4m Verkehr inklusive das flüssige Geben einer strukturierten Rückmeldung , hierbei noch mal die PDV 810/3 (Sprechfunkverkehr) genau lesen !
– Ihr solltet zumindest grundsätzlich wissen, was in eurem Heimatkreis bei welchem Stichwort alles fährt, was bei euch in einem Gefahrstoffzug ist, ab wann bei euch Massenanfall von Verletzten anfängt, etc.pp.
Reicht ein Vorbereitungslehrgang eines Kreises aus? Die Frage kann ich bei den unterschiedlichen Modalitäten und Dauer der Lehrgänge leider nicht pauschal beantworten, Sinn macht es
3) Lehrausbilder und Dozenten
Damit es alle direkt aus dem Kopf haben, die Dozenten beim F3 werden einem zu KEINEM praktischem Einsatzbeispiel und KEINER Planspielübung (von denen ihr nicht viel machen werdet!) irgendeine pauschale Lösung oder Herangehensweise an euch herausgeben. Das einzige was sie vielleicht sagen werden ist dass es eine bessere oder schlechtere Lösung war und was ihr bei der Erkundung übersehen habt oder nicht gründlich gemacht habt. Aber erwartet keine pauschalen Lösungen von den Dozenten. In der Prüfung selbst möchte die Komission einfache und logisch nachvollziehbare Ansätze zur Abarbeitung eines Einsatzes sehen, also streift zunächst einmal ab euch großartige komplexe Pläne zu machen.
Eine weitere wichtige Sache ist, dass die Dozenten eine Führungskraft sehen wollen die eine Gruppe und den Einsatz auch führt. Hierzu ist es wichtig dass Entscheidungen getroffen werden (das liest sich so einfach!) und die Entscheidungen entsprechend direkt und verständlich an die Einsatzkräfte kommuniziert werden. Ein wichtiger Satz der Ausbilder war da: Als Gruppenführer sind sie für alle Dinge verantwortlich die nicht durch Wetter, Tageswechsel und andere Behörden verursacht worden sind, das heißt auch die Zufälle und die „Dummheit“ ihrer Mannschaft.
Ganz wichtig hierbei ist, wenn ihr als Gruppenführer merkt das etwas nicht läuft müsst ihr sofort eingreifen und korrigieren. Wenn ihr Dinge die falsch laufen einfach laufen lässt weil ihr der Meinung seid, der Zug ist eh abgefahren…das geht schief!
Zusammengefasst muss man sagen, die Ausbilder bringen den Stoff und die Inhalte sehr gut rüber und sind auch immer für Fragen offen, wenn es jedoch Fragen aus den Grundsätzen der Feuerwehrarbeit geht (und die Grundsätze sind hier sehr hoch angesetzt) erwartet keine Antwort.
4) Ablauf der Ausbildung
Montag: Anreise, Anmeldung, Zimmer beziehen, Begrüßung, Fahrt zum Außengelände und dann direkt Theorie (Brand- und Löschlehre)
Dienstag: Theorie (Rechtskunde, Brand- und Löschlehre, Einsatzlehre)
Mittwoch: Theorie (Rechtskunde, Einsatzlehre)
Donnerstag: Theorie (Einsatzlehre) und erste Praxis (Einführung in die Übungshalle und das Außengelände, Stationsausbildung zu Grundsätzen wie Innenangriff, Technische Hilfe und Vornahme von tragbaren Leitern und Sprungpolster) —> Hinweis: Wer hier nicht auf die Leiter steigt (bei uns war es die Steckleiter) und im Turm übersteigt fährt an dem Tag nach Hause
Freitag: Praxistag (Erste „einfache“ Einsatzübungen) und gegen 13:00 ist der Tag vorbei (Ihr könnt noch Mittagessen einnehmen, ich habe mich dafür abgemeldet und bin gegen 13:00 direkt nach Hause gefahren, das Wochenende in Münster zu verbringen ist nicht unbedingt empfehlenswert)
Sonntag Abend: –> Anfahrt (Ihr habt das Zimmer auch am Wochenende, Anfahrt Sonntag Abend macht je nach Fahrtstrecke durchaus Sinn)
Montag: Theorie (Vorbeugender Brandschutz, Baustoffe) und Praxis (Einsatzübungen)
Dienstag Theorie (Vorbeugender Brandschutz, Baustoffe) Praxis (Vorführung von VB-Zeugs wie Sprinkleranlage und BMA und wieder Einsatzübungen)
Mittwoch: Einsatzübungen über Einsatzübungen
Donnerstag: Praktische Prüfung
Freitag: Theoretische Prüfung, Ausbildungslehre, Geräteprüfung
5) Hinweise zur praktischen Ausbildung und Prüfung:
– Ganz wichtig ist es, dass man bei allen Übungen auch als Angriffstrupp oder Maschinist versucht die wichtigsten Dinge für sich mitzunehmen, ihr habt nur 2 Einsatzübungen !
– Gegen Ende der 2.Woche wurde das Level der Übungen verdammt hoch gefahren (z.B. Brandmeldeanlage mit Auslösung CO2 Löschanlage im Biolabor im 3.OG mit 2 vermissten Personen, Wasserförderung über lange Wegstrecke, Brand im „Hochhaus“ mit Zugang über Sicherheitstreppenraum mit Wandhydrant, Zimmerbrand mit 3 vermissten Personen, eine Zugübung wo ihr den Auftrag bekommt einen Dekonplatz einzurichten) und das teilweise bewusst um die Aspiranten zu überfordern und euch zu zeigen: Ihr könnt noch nicht alles
– Habt ausreichend Respekt oder Demut vor der Prüfung auch wenn eure Einsätze gut gelaufen sind, Arroganz und angebliche Vorbildung führt nicht unbedingt zu einer besseren Note und diejenigen die eine große Klappe hatten sind meist nur knapp durch gekommen
– Get used to suck: In meiner Gruppe (der Lehrgang wird zweigeteilt) hat JEDER die Übungen verschissen und war teilweise so richtig schlecht. Das ist normal, das ist bei jedem so und in der Prüfung werden die Einsätze so gestaltet dass man mit einer Gruppe gut zurechtkommt und meist nur 1-2 Gefahren bekämpfen muss (Ich hatte eine Gefahrstofflage, sehr dankbar)
– Wenn ihr auf dem Außengelände zu einer Übung alarmiert werden, macht euch vor Abschluss eurer Erkundung KEINEN Vorabplan oder denkt euch einen Ablauf aus, das ist das worauf die Ausbilder einen trainieren wollen dass ihr erst ALLE Eindrücke und Gefahren analysiert und DANN eine Entscheidung trifft. Man hat als engagierter Feuerwehrmann immer die Tendez im Auto bei der Anfahrt schon alles zu regeln, lasst das sein.
– Macht in eurer Prüfung keine tollen und spektakulären Dinge , haltet euren Einsatz kurz und keep it simple and stupid
6) Hinweise zur Theorie
– Ihr könnt euch auf die Theorie nicht wirklich vorbereiten , es wird ein Fragebogen maschinell erstellt der zufällige Fragen aus allen Wissensgebieten enthält
– Bringt EVA (Eigenverantwortliches Arbeiten) was für die Prüfung? Meiner Meinung nach NEIN, bringt es was für den Lehrgang? In jedem Fall geht man bestimmte Sachen noch einmal durch und bespricht andere Sichtweisen mit den Kameraden, aber für die Prüfung macht es den geringsten Anteil
– Soll man wirklich alle Lehrunterlagen laut Website mitbringen? Nein!
7) Allgemeine Hinweise zum Lehrgangsbetrieb
– Versucht gegen 17:00 mit allem inklusive Eigenverantwortlichem Arbeiten fertig zu sein, geht zum Abendessen, lenkt euch was ab eventuell zu Thilo und schaut euch dann noch mal ne halbe Stunde den Stoff des Tages an
– Wenn ihr einen Abend in der ersten Woche dafür reserviert mal wirklich 1-2 Stunden konzentriert zu lernen seid ihr gut (In der 2.Woche habt ihr keine Zeit mehr dafür!)
– Nutzt die Möglichkeiten zum Sport!
– Manche Kleingruppen haben die Tendenz sich Abends zu treffen um Theorie sowie Praxis durchzusprechen, wenn ihr das tut beschränkt euch auf maximal 30-45min pro Abend. Es gab Gruppen die diskutierten mehrere Stunden über die Einsätze, was eigentlich nichts bringt
– Das wichtigste zuletzt: Meldet euch nicht als Fahrer!
I was asked by my girlfriend, why do you do this shit and pay fucking quid for a blog that nobody reads?
She has a point !
But the scientific facts tell me, I don’t know about the actual people that read my content and I don’t give a fuck about comments or trackbacks.
I know that Dan is around some time and some people from the INSTAGRAM community click on the link referring to this site. But other than that, I don’t know!
I really like to write about stuff, I really like to write Emails and I love to harass people in written. I really like to get out my opinion and I never ever actually cared about if anybody really wants to hear it.
For that, there is a good saying
My parents once read a review about a shitty hotel on this site…and my „WELL EDUCATED AND in- TOLERANT“ stepfather told me that my 300 words of hate are a shame for the family.
He told me to take it down, I did not do it but my mother persuaded me in taking it down. What a shame that I posted the same „shameful“ words on the hotels website 😀
The topic came back recently at one of my frequent visits at my parents house, what an idiot I was back then blablabla….back then I was actually very angry about this, now I just found this idiocy amusing. It was foolish maybe a little bit harsh and childish but really….I DONT GIVE AFUCK!
If my son or daugther will once write a bitter and childish review about a hotel with all the truth in the world, it is truly my child 😉
As long as I have the desire to put out words in written and may it even not be regulary, I’m here to do it. I have written good blogs, entertaining material and opinion and try to deliver as much as I can.
Dan should do the same, but I’m actually not impressed by his faggot umbrella- photo….I hope there is more to come
I recently came into discussion with fellow firefighters, nurses and doctors about their personal first aid kits and to summarize the basic message behind this: EVERYBODY WILL SEE THIS DIFFERENT but I’m very passionate about this topic.
In my multi-part series I want to talk about my 12 year long experience in carrying and modifying personal first aid kits. Also in my professional background I arrange First Aid and Emergency Medical Kits (for my clinic and the fire department) so I want to talk about the things that work and most importantly: Didn’t work.
WHY SHOULD I CARRY A FIRST AID KIT?
Many people I talk about see things in a very naive way. The first argument I encounter is: “There are First Aid Kits everywhere, in every car, in every workplace and there are Emergency Services that can be called and should be on scene in less than 5 minutes”
There SHOULD be First Aid Kits everywhere, but if you really take a close look on what is available in case of emergency you would cringe.
How often do I use my personal FAK during a year? On rough count I would say two times on a “stranger” and 10 times on myself, family, friends or close persons. The “worst” year was 2012 where I had to use it 5 times and in one very serious case (respiratory failure and then cardiac arrest of an old guy with his dog in a park near my parent’s house) where I was really lucky to have the equipment ready.
During the talk over the scenarios with my fellow nurses, doctors and firefighters there was one obvious point that everybody agreed on. You can be the intensive-rescue-care-master-of-science and the highest trained intensive care nurse, but you ain’t the mack’ without proper equipment. What equipment should I bring with me? Well, that depends on the following factors:
#1 – Level of training and scope of practice
The golden rule of this section should be: Only use and equip yourself with stuff that you KNOW and KNOW HOW TO USE IT.
Some firefighters carry equipment for endotracheal intubation in their FAK…why? In case a doctor or nurse anaesthesist is present on scene. This argument is full of bullshit. The chances on that are very rare and don’t ratify the purchase of expensive equipment. Are they able to perform endotracheal intubation? No they haven’t done it regulary and most of them have 2-5 intubations expertise. Would they use it in a life-or-death situation? Never. So why waste the money and the space on this stuff?
I’ve had doctors on scene by “accident” and it really depended on their level of training and their field of practice. I remember a poor radiologist on a mass-casualty-accident with 7 patients who offered his help, he wasn’t much of a help for us. On the other hand we had a general practicioner on scene who openly said: “I have no clue about trauma medicine, but I can take care of the minor cases so you guys have hands free” Fair enough. In some cases I outed myself as a former Intensive Care Nurse and Anaesthesia Nurse with some years of practice on a university clinic in the field of trauma, thoratic and neuro-surgery/anaesthesia. 100% of the doctors in the field told me in different ways: “I’m so glad you were present and helped me through the process!” That being said from Emergency Physicians with some level of expertise 😉
If you are a basic first aider, you should have equipment that supplies your needs. Personal protective equipment (proper gloves and desinfection spray) Some high-quality Band-Aids, some good and bulky gauze pads, maybe a pressure bandage and a CPR-mask or Face shield. If you see something useful or interesting that might exceed your training ask a professional for his opinion, some things are really easy to learn (usage of CPR-Mask, semi-advanced wound-care-stuff) and can be shown in a couple of minutes.
If you some kind of routinized First Aider or some advanced provider (Firefighter, EMT, workplace medic) your mileage may vary. There is an easy temptation to buy lots of cool and fancy stuff, but in a personal FAK you need every little bit of space to fill it out with something effective and useful.
For any advanced provider like nurses, paramedics I would suggest that you think about what you would really do on a “dirty and dark” scene. I can tell you, there is a vast difference between a clean and well-lit clinic/ambulance with lots of resources and helping hands (and some voice of advise if things go ugly) and the medicine on the street. Emergency Medicine in the field in pre-hospital envoirement is pretty narrowed down to keep it simple and stupid stuff and skills. Everything from access to the patient, lighting, sounds and noises to weather will bounce you out of your comfort zone right away. I’ve had some problems adapting to this settings, because I’m used and trained in the maxed – out clinic.
Scope of practice is a very difficult subject, I’m not a lawyer and the laws in any country and city might be different. I try to use common sense.
I have a kit to start an I.V. and I.V. Infusion in my car. Would I start an I.V. on a “stranger” who fell down and has his arm broken? Most certainly not. But would I start an I.V. in a friend or family member who has got an heart attack or allergic reaction? You can be dead-sure about this.
It is not about refusing the care to patients or being exclusive. You can do very good basic first aid stuff (blanket, talking down, handling of the broken extremity, offer ice for pain control, control of vital signs) that may improve the situation of the patient in a big way, but you can try to poke a 18G needle in his hand to have an infusion running. It all depends on your clinical judgement.
I know how to use this stuff properly, have enough practice under my wings and the background knowledge to know the pros and cons and the risks involved with a procedure. If you are not familiar with it or haven’t done it more than 5 , 10, 100 times? Don’t do it , you might do more harm than good.
What always helped me in my situation was that I told the ambulance guys or doctors who I’m, what I do and where I work and tried to appear as professional as possible to avoid being labeled as a “HOTSHOT” idiot who is driving around in his private ambulance. It should not be the goal to show off, it should be the goal to offer good first aid.
#2 Your own personal situation
The next golden rule is that you should size and equip your FAK in a way that YOU and YOUR FAMILY can benefit well from it. It should adapt your family’s medical history and fit your personal needs.
If you got a relative with diabetes, you should have something (G40% glucose for example) with you that may help them, if you got an asthmatic girlfriend you may think about a reserve nebulizer. If you work in a company or in a club that has frequent cuts to the fingers that need Band-Aids you should think about proper Band-Aids. If you work with allergic kids you should have something for them. It all depends on your personal situation.
Are you living countryside or in urban hell? (long emergency response times) Do you go around by car or by bike? (Space available for the FAK) Which areas you drive through on a regular basis? (Response times and regularity of e.g. vehicular accidents) Do you commute through a rural area? You should add any possible factor in optimizing your kit.
For many years my FAK never consisted anything for pediatric (children) cases. Now that I do work with young people in the fire department and have a small (allergic to peanuts) child around me I suited up and thought about what I’d need. I have been trained in pediatric anaesthesia and have seen some proper shit with children in any age, so I feel positive to add more advanced stuff to my equipment.
I have a small pediatric first aid bag around that is very small in size and is an extension of my basic kits. If I’m around with small children or young children I throw this bag in my car and have it ready to use (used it three times already). I once had a group of kindergarten children around the firehouse, they had a buffet and there was one spoiled fat child that reacted to a peanut-salad-sauce (Class 2 allergic reaction, red flush, edemas, red eyes, quincke edema, respiratory problems and stridor within seconds) . The feeling of not having proper equipment around this emergency was fucked up, and the time for a ambulance to arrive felt long!
Try to suit your kit to the individual needs in your zone. You don’t have the resources nor the space to carry around a medical kit for any medical individuality!
#3 Effective design and arrangement/Sizing
You can buy a big EMT Bag with lots of things in it that would use most of your trunks space. Would it be effective? No! After some time you would throw away most of the stuff that has been outdated and never used. Well, let’s face it over 80% , maybe even more of your medical equipment will never be used. You should buy and design your stuff over this mantra.
There is a german child game that is called “Koffer packen” and is often played in a variance in training on work. If you could only take two/three/five/six things to an inhospital medical emergency, what would you get from the bag? You’d be surprised about the equipment that you REALLY need.
Try to design your stuff in a way, that your equipment is as efficient as possible. Don’t waste space and weight on stuff that you will maybe need, you can save this for another kit. I overlook my bag every three months and ask myself about every little piece in there, is it really needed and how can I use it?
For example the above mentioned I.V. Starting Kit and Infusions can be used as an infusion, but also can be used to cool down burns and wash out eyes in case of any contamination. You need multiple uses for any kind of equipment and should minimize the less effective things.
A thing that you really should invest in is proper high quality Band-Aids. Why? Small cuts and bruises might be the major usage for your FAK.
The advantage of multiple re-arranging your FAK is that you actually know where your stuff is and where to find it. Your FAK should be designed and labeled in a way that an un-trained person can hand you over stuff if you tell them what you want. Develop a system of labeling, colours, arrangement or layers. But…try to keep it simple and stupid, anything complicated or not obvious will not work!
#4 Training with your equipment
Now you have a medic bag in your car, but you never use it. The solution? Try to train with it and with your friends, family or fellow firefighters. Show them your bag and your stuff so that they know how to find it and know what is in there. Let your friends and family use stuff from your bag so that they at least know what this and that is called.
I trained a hand-picked group of firefighters in trauma-care for over a month with no prior medical training or exposure to the shitty elements of pre-hospital-care. I used things from the bags in our fire-truck that is suited for the advanced provider, let them stick in I.V.’s and prepare infusions. Just to get to know the handling of things or procedures so that they know what is needed, what are the steps and so on. Train with stress, with one arm missing and try to keep pushing your and their limits. When shit hits the fan, you only can do what you have done in the past.
I have seen that my training paid out well during the next traffic accident on a freezing sunday morning, awakened by the pager, driving (half-sleepy) to the firehouse and having the scene right around the corner being first on scene. My comrades were able to act reasonably well especially during the worst conditions (snow-rain and slippy ground, complicated extrication method) because they not only read and heard about things, they have done it.
The biggest think-tank that was dropped at my brain comes from a fellow attending anesthesiologist: “Train your colleagues well, you might be their next patient!”
If you really train with and use your equipment you are able to perform well under duress and worse conditions.
You can find an established nomenclature for the classes of first aid kits in the YouTube community, naming Nutnfancy as the first person on youtube classifying them. I adapted this system to my needs.
Level 1 First Aid Kit
A small first aid kit that is small enough so you can carry it around every day in a pocket of your pants or jacket or work-bag and only consist the very basic first aid items you need. Most of the equipment is for wound-care and bleeding control and personal protective equipment.
Level 2 First Aid Kit
A slightly bigger first aid kit that includes the Level 1 and has a wider spectrum of first aid equipment in it. It may present in a small pouch or bag that should not exceed the size of a girly handbag.
Level 3 First Aid Kit
A dedicated medic bag that is sized like a real ambulance bag, maybe a little smaller and can deal with most of the serious emergencies. Additional medical training and qualifications may be needed to use this stuff.
Urgent Care Kit
There are some medical/nursing items (basic care products for example wet wipes, advanced wound care, basic traveler medication, towels, chewing gums, sweets) that don’t fall under the category “basic” but really make a difference when it comes to having them available in order to improve the patients situation and prevent the serious shit. If you have a harsh diarrhea of a day, dexpanthenol and wet-wipes may prevent further and more problematic illness and are a great amount of relief. Urgent Care can also be a dental emergency kit (which I don’t carry, because I don’t have any expertise in dental emergency care) or for example a pair of reserve glasses from your girlfriend. In sunny areas any red-head will jump you for sunscreen lotion. It all depends on the situation.
What else should I carry may be your next question? Well..these urgent care kits can be very small and compact depending on the packaging, think smart!
Specialized First Aid Kit
I own a pediatric bag which is kind of specialized but the only important item is a children sized ambu bag and smaller masks. I know from a colleague in the Fire Department who is a hot-exercise-instructor for in-house rescue operations and has a BURN-BAG in his car, exclusively for burn-care. I used to have a small advanced wound-care bag for teaching at nursing school which kind of fits in this category.
I don’t like the method of splitting equipment in different bags for example one blue bag for “RESPIRATORY EMERGENCY” , a red bag for “CARDIAC EMERGENCY” and one yellow bag for “WOUND CARE” in order to reduce the weight (so that you only need one bag to carry with you). It always comes down to forgetting one particular kit that you need or carrying all the kits because you don’t really know what you might need. Think about a CPR scene…what bag do you need? Ahh….both…you see my point. I think it is better to put one bigger kit together suited for all emergencies and then level it down to what you really need. If you split up there is a tendency to put stuff in these compartments that you don’t really need. But you may need to try out your system.
The most important thing you should note about First Aid Kits, don’t own them or buy them or use them to brag around what a medical shotgun you really are. You are very prone to failure and chaos if you just equip yourself like an intensive care ward. The poor person that needs help should really benefit from it and your equipment and you should feel more safe and secure on scene because you have proper/useful equipment on hand, that you are able to use and know its limitations. I have met some really young and ambitious guys who bought themselves ambu-bags to ventilate a patient and if you put them under the pressure of actually doing it on a mannequin they failed to deliver real skills. The equipment put many of them into the false sense of security and the feeling that they COULD HANDLE anything. If shit then hit the fan, you rarely found these hotshots in the front line doing proper field care…most of them were just deers in the headlights of a truck.
In the next part of this series, I will show you some of my bags and the equipment in it.
Christmas Time is the one annualy event where people tend to be more human, thinking about poor children, people, the homeless, animals whatever. I think it is time to give a confessional about some of my sins of the past. I’m not speaking about things like „I once lied to my mother“ or „I once spoke bad about my brother“….REAL SHIT that happened in the past, but it could also be fiction or figurative speech if anyone from the law asks real questions
There is a lot more stuff I can write and confess to, but I would get into serious trouble telling you this;)
The best time to end a vacation is the point, where you get proper pissed off from hotel or touristic routines, after 11 nights on the canary islands, I’m glad to have reached that point
Of course, I’m kind of predicting a negative picture in here, but let’s face it
NOBODY wants to read travel blogs about other persons favourite beaches, and how beautiful such and such place might be, how nice the people are to foreign strangers fencing money into their average capital income, how good the stuff is you can buy at some bullshit tourist trap market, people want to read about the rage, the hate, the disgust, people you never want to meet, where you might get mugged and so on. That’s the way I always wrote about traveling arrangements (See my favourite post on how much I hate Paris!)
Flying and transfering
The vacation experience began with the local airport cafeteria screwing us over two crossaints, a coke and a coffee for 18,00€ , well I guess me and my girlfriend had some kind of megalomaniac haze that numbed our senses, or it was just too early (5:25) to really get into the rage mode, but anyway it sucked.
Fly to Lanzarote was nothing special, at Arrecife we were fetched by some travel-agent-goon to go to our bus and then we drove to our hotel. I’m really impressed by the average language skill of foreign bus drivers, they tend to know three words at most (Airport, Yes, Hotel) and their great concern for their passagers needs (none). Well I guess getting payed 5,50€ per hour for driving lots of foriegners around doesn’t make it any better.
Iberostar, this wasn’t your best performance!
Not that I’m really picky about accommodation, but the Iberostar Lanzarote Park Hotel …. more joy for your guests!!!
Parts of the hotel were falling apart, the cleaning ladies didn’t give a shit about the at least 2 weeks old patches of icecream on our disgusting trashcan, let’s picture this a little bit
This is a corridor on the outside, I mean with contact to the elements and yeah…there is CARPET on the floor. I mean, there is rain, wind, cold , birdshit and the 1000 steps of big people running to their all-inclusive lunch? This carpet was so disgusting , everything that touched it except shoes was thrown away.
On one occasion I bumped on the inner side of the pool (underwater) and I had three tiles in my hand, I slid it over to the lifeguard who, yeah he did care in a way of saying „Ohhh whats that?“ and I said: „The pool is falling apart“ and the only thing this antonio-banderas-fuckface told me was: „Oh Oh Senior, strong men…rip pool apart!“ WTF??
Besides the Jugoslawian feeling, food was okay (except fish-thursday where the whole hotel smelled like a rotten can of tuna) , staff was nice, bla bla bla.
Next thing of my hate list: WiFi in this hotel
20€ per week for a semi-stable Wifi with low-ass connection , but the best thing is: 20€ PER DEVICE?! Come on?!
The Shopping Miles
At first you need these shops, in order to buy air-matresses and a beach towel, you will visit them at some time. Then you think about something for your home (some nice…whatever) and then you need them simply for postcards.
After three days I was so pissed off from this 1€ production – cost crap you can buy at this ventures and I was pissed of by the damn staff annoyingly showing me their best quality and prices. I would get into aggressive rages if they didn’t leave me alone.
The only exception was some indian fella with his shop, he was the kind of guy who enjoyed to serve customers and he was the only guy in this town telling us NOT to buy a towel because it will fall apart. He then offered me a great towel (best quality) which serves me well even today.
Though, I got some souvenirs :
A miniature baseball-bat with Lanzarote written on it, well I don’t know how I will use this, crime in my hometown is a growing industry, maybe the next poor fucker soliciting on my door will see my new „communication device“
The „high quality towel“ which served me well (and is still intact after it let go thousands of green hairs in the dryer)
A pair of polarized sunglasses for sport events (really great pair of shades, especially if you are near the sea or driving)
A senorita bottle opener
I climbed some vulcan with my girlfriend (we were stupid, took the most difficult route instead walking around the corner and get a real footpath, but life is full of challanges)
And we went on a tour which is all in all not worth to write more lines for. I already bitched about it at the management level, let’s see how this goes.
– Lanzarote is a very beautiful island with a really good climate, always warm and always windy so you don’t cook over in the sun. The mediterean way of life is so infectious and it’s a good place to calm down your buzzed nerves.
– Did I mention the food? Hell if the hotel food sucked (1 day it really sucked, fish day uargh) you had to go 50m in order to fill your belly with great food and beverages
– You have to accept that the Canary Islands are UBER-Touristic, which means tourists trap everywhere
The local „Mini-Kasino“ was a blast, my girlfriend and me spent over 25 $ on playing air-hockey like lunatics, one time some poor 17,5 year old spaniard with braces challenged me and then my girlfriend in order to win „something“ on that day, but he wasn’t that lucky with a 9:1 kick in the balls
Sunsets and Sunrise is boring you think? Shut the fuck up and watch it on this island then come back and tell me because your average above collapse middle-european town doesn’t offer shit sunsets doesn’t mean their boring
The general lack of standard considering clothing and dresscode. The basic rule is: genitals covered and you need your ADILETTEN, everything else is not necessary
My shower…of course I got one in my room but the difficult part about it was, that you really couldn’t control the temperature and my particular shower sent out certain boli of fucking hot water so you had burning marks. After two days I was kind of annoyed with this thing and settled the course for showering at the poolside – shower. At first the mostly britannia co-guests were kind of curious about me doing the free-willy thing, but after some time they didn’t even bother and even copied it. The shower had a generally speaking lower temperature, but it was a good thing.
Other German Hotel Guests
If you spent 5-10 hours per day at the poolside with the occasional drop into the pool you can watch a lot of people, and considering that I have the JASON-BOURNE gene inside me (and that I’m born in eastern germany) I had great fun watching my fellow GERMÄNZ, the following characters were worth wirting about and beeing put into DOSSIER – STATUS.
The Blonde German Swank Guy –
Codename: Julius Cesar with his spoiled sons Codenames Romolus and Remus and his rather stupid wife Codename: Letitia
Imagine a german version of Breaking Bads Hank Schrader in red speedos in the swimming pool always showing off in front of his sons and other people how good he is at jumping into the pool in „GREAT“ variations.
His sons were a piss, always screaming and after 30minutes somebody got hit , they cry like a pussy for 2 minutes until dad shows up . One time one spoiled brat fell down and hit his nose, bleeding considerably into the pool, the nurse inside me felt compelled to offer my help, but the vacation – version of myself (a lot less caring and a lot more leave me alone with your shit) just watched and laughed silently.
At dinner he invited other people nearby to join his table (even if he didn’t know them) and told them some bullshit stories about how great he was, his brat-sons always in a pink daze nodding about what an animal their old man is, but he DIDN’T invite me to join his 30 minutes of bullshit….sad enough.
The lonesome always naked mom with their two children (but without a dad?)
Codenames: Helena I and Helena II (the kid didn’t get a codename)
I think it is okay to be naked , but their are ways of doing it…you know…too much and showing off her pearls in the sun and in the pool and even removing the pants during swimming didn’t just catch my attention , not to mention the longly conditioned angerface of her, otherwise nice looking daughter. They somehow were connected with the Julius Cesar guy, but I didn’t had a special microphone to tap their conversations. The daughter (about 18-20 years old) had some real issues, you know her nails were chewed down to the skin level and she was always looking around. I guess she hated her mother for the years of emberassment and the fact that everybody in town knows…
The fat and old east-german guy from the pool
Codename: Redskin or Bomba Atomica
The last three days at the hotel were a big hassle, more and more fat people came out from nowhere. And I’m not just talking big or obese, FAT FUCKERS like 150 kg and above and masses of them. They hung around the pool all the time and didn’t use sun lotion, which is a bright idea in this area on the globe. I guess it was a budget issue , I mean covering all this skin…anyway he was the first one who got up at 5:30 and reserved his space at the pool with his BIG towel. He also asked me of two sun-umbrellas are necesarry for two persons because he would need my one. I didn’t cut my umbrella loose and told him (in a diplomatic way) to fuck off. He tried again until he stole it in the middle of the night. But fat fuckers have a sweet spot, if there is lunch at 12:30, they are pacing the dining area at 12:15 in order to prey for their not-deserved food. I used this window of opportunity to gladly throw his towel behind some palm trees, changed the beach lie to a more uncomfortable one. It is fun to see how easy you can provoke a storm of anger by just changing the routine of ZE GERMÄNZ. One honest briton told me, „because of him, I hate your country“ which I really coulnd’t counter or defuse in any way. I just nodded. The second thing was his accent, I come from this region of germany but if you speak german like this idiot it’s only a matter of seconds people will not take you seriously in ANY WAY.
At the last day of my stay, I noticed the appearance of this four-wheel-obese-transporters around. This was the time to bug off, checkout, snag of some free wifi and chinese food from the restaurant and go back.
What is extended EDC? Extened EDC is the stuff I carry around in my rucksack or shoulder bag. In the summer the stuff I carry around in my person is the most basic I really need, but if I’m running business or going around doing errands I tend to get on of my bags.
One thing about knifes: I only take them with me in case I need them to cut something or work with something, last time at my brothers garden the knife was a handy toy to saw down a tree, but in the city it’s pretty much over the top if you got a good multitool. The items I always carry around are * highlighted
1) Samsung Galaxy Pad Pro 8″ with Otterbox Defender Case
Great tablet, great value and it really gives me the option of taking my small office everywhere I go and also take the entertainment with me. The pad worked out well, I have no major issues other than the battery runtime with it, but with my recent buying-frenzy I got a powerbank , which is a little bit too heavy to carry around but you can load your Samsung devices 4-5 times and you don’t have the need of looking for a wall-plugin.
Reasons for a 70US$ Otterbox: I’m pretty clumsy in handling electronic devices, so letting my smartphone or tablet fall down ONCE will cost me twice the ammount of an Otterbox Case for these expensive goods.
2) Leatherman SuperTool 300
The birthday gift also went better than expected, the little thing I miss and use the most in this multitool the scissos, which unfortunately are not embedded in the ST300. The next issue is the weight , it’s too damn heavy to carry it around your pants the whole time, so I got a place in my bag for it.
3) Spyderco Byrd Meadowlark G10
A very small but effective and sharp as fuck blade, very efficient in opening boxes and shrink-wrap-plastic and the other 100 things you can do with a knife
Cheap Aldi roller-pen or the Uzi-Pen I got as a commercial gift which is really heavy but has some style with it
5) Wallet: Maxpedition Urban Wallet
6) Watch: Some G-STAR Classic thing, don’t know the exact model
7) ScanDisk 32GB Thumb-Drive
The right ammount of storage for alle the things you need on work – computers
8) /9) Allergy medication and allergy cream
10) Moleskine soft-Notebook with custom made cut-out-chapters
11) First Aid Kit: As a Nurse, you need it, and you will use it!
12/13) Nitecore MT 26 (800 Lumen) or Nitecore MT2A (280 lumens) depending on the illumination I need (works great during Fire-Department – work, clearing debris and just illuminating the night, but both flashlights have their limitations) All my flashlights have some kind of orange band around it, so you can find it in the dark if it falls down (flashlights are , to my demise, always manufactured in black or silver, which is a shit idea if you lose it in the dark and it’s turned off!)
The orange lanyards and markings are also found on my bags and important items, orange is my colour, signal green is the colour of my girlfriend. I’m now able to quickly identify if something is missing from my inventory or if it’s mine. It also makes searching in dark compartments or bags easier and faster.
14) My Work ID/Access Card on a Lanyard (obscured for privacy reasons)
*15) Samsung Galaxy S3 LTE
*16) Fire Department Emergency Pager
Fairly new to me, with direct text-message about the upcoming scenario and also very loud tone in combination with obnoxious vibration-alarm
Not shown: Sennheiser Earbuds & Keyring
I’m not much of a big football fan, I share some interest in the development of MSV Duisburg and I mainly buy football-jerseys, because they are comfortable to wear. But I considerably followed the German National Team from 1996 (EM 96 in the UK). In 2006 we got eliminated in the semi-finals and were always so close to winning. As I was watching the first matches of the world cup, I got a special feeling that we’re gonna win the pot, what in fact happened as you may have noticed.
In honor of this big german scorer, I was stupid enough to order a 4-star german jersey with Klose’s name on it 😉 Price: 110€
But anyway thank you MIRO! #miro #miroklose
(1) Altoids : Classic mint, In my opinion better than chewing gum
(2) Maxpedition Spartan Wallet: A change to a bigger wallet, the only thing that bothers me is that there is no real place for coins or change money
(3) Avamys Anti-Allergic Spray: (It’s the allergy season)
(4) NiteCore Sens AA: I lost my old SensAA in the hospital, but it was the best flashlight I ever had especially the automatic dimming mode was a real improvement, no clicking on the back-button anymore.
(5) Leatherman SuperTool 300: Very big and very heave duty, kind of too big and bulky for me but it was a birthday present and I wanted to give it a try, the wire-cutters work great and I used to screwdrivers on this thing on countless occasions
(6) Kershaw Cryo: Also a birthday present for me, I’m not into the Kershaw CryoII hype, the thumbstuds on this knife are not only useless but dangerous because of the ammount of force you need to swivel the blade in place, which will lead to having your thumb on the very sharp edge. The semi-automatic opening howewer is big in design. I think I will switch back to the Spyderco Tenacious
(7) Samsung Galaxy S3 LTE: My old Samsung had a problem with the charging slot. In the end I had to put on rubber bands in order to get the phone charging. I got a new one with the LTE upgrade which is a blast. The Samsung is protected by OtterBox Defender Case (The outer case is just a holster which I don’t use that often)
Nach 10 Jahren dieser Website und dieses Projekts unter diesem und anderen Namen kann ich zusammenfassend sagen:
Wir wurden nie wirklich besser, aber auch nie schlechter!
Das Problem was ich mit diesem Blog habe ist einfach gesehen die Zeit, ich habe neben vielen verschiedenen beruflichen als auch privaten Aktivitäten täglich zu triagieren, teilweise habe ich 2 Jobs gleichzeitig zu erledigen, bin in der Jugendarbeit aktiv die 2x im Jahr eine Hochphase hat und auch gemacht werden will, daneben habe ich eine Lebenspartnerin+eine Wohnung zu unterhalten.
Ich habe auf diese perfiden Dinge des Erwachsenenlebens nicht unbedingt viel Lust oder fühle mich dadurch elaboriert, unabhängig davon benötigt man für das Schreiben von kreativen und emotional wertvollen Texten einen freien Kopf und Zeit, wenn alles am Ende abgehakt ist dann setze ich mich vor dieses Blog und schreibe etwas.
Deswegen werde ich versuchen, meinen Instagram-Account etwas zu anonymisieren und irgendwie in diese Website einzubauen, gleichzeitig mehr Fotos; aber das haben wir schon vor einem Jahr geplant!
In diesem Sinne: Seit gespannt!
As a young and foolish person, you don’t need to organize your precious time efficiently, because there is nothing particular to organize nor is there something precious. School schedule may change, but it’s always in some form in the first half of the day, weekends were mostly off and the weekend began at 9:30 am (first break, were you „organized“ your weekend) on Friday, so the most advanced planning thing you need to say was saying: „No, I can’t!“
As a young and foolish person, you always over-exaggerate the importance and the rightfulness of your choices and decisions, you WANT to make your own decisions but in case they sucked, your parents or peers would catch you up.
I wanted to share a big list of things, just for the rememberance of GOOD TIMES of the 5 major things I spent and sometimes wasted my time with, wasted in the sense of todays view, but in 2000 my perspective was different;
Todays kids are spoiled with the opportunities you have by using a smartphone, back in 2000 you had a cellphone, but either the minutes or text-messages were tightly controlled by your parents or you got a prepaid – cell. With 20-50€ monthly income from your parents and the smallest prepaid-card for 10€ you had to triage your cellphone usage with other of course important purchases.
So ICQ was a precious communication tool. You set up a meeting with a friend OR you just waited for someone to go online. Not to mention the endless hours you waited for someone to appear, you also had to deal with the gadget-incompetent idiots who lost their password or forgot their UIN (The „unique“ number you got from ICQ ) on a weekly basis and by the end of a month you had an endless friendlist.
Also the poor guys or girls from foreign countries, were english is not the major language in school who were insulted and harrassed by me during my hardest ICQ times.
I think I was kind of annoying, a friend of mine got me a tool where I could de-cloak the invisible assholes who just never went online, I was so annoyed with invisible people you cannot imagine. If you don’t want to speak to anybody, then go offline!
You think different as a victim of these annoying ICQ people who flash you with a serious hello nanoseconds where you came online and already sent you 5 messages, after about 2008, ICQ became unusable for me.
One last story about ICQ, I did a term-paper in biology on Naloxone , a medication used in opiod-overdose. I filled my paper with 10 pages of not so important stuff, I left the important stuff , the biochemistry which had to be the major part of my paper, out. On the last day of the time we had to finish the paper, a friend of mine from school, who was a chemistry-pro (even is today) went online, I sent him two chemical structures and asked him to write some fancy stuff down. After 10 min of collaboration, the main scientific part of my whole term-paper was finished, and the best part: It even was graded 95%!
2) Half Life
I first heard from Half Life from the countless PC Game Magazines I bought weekly to read about games I could possibly buy, in 2000 I finally put together the 50 € for buying the Half Life Orange Pack, which was the first step into a 14 year long furlong in the world of HALF LIFE.
I believe I played the first part over 40 times , Opposing Force 20 times and blue shift for another 10 times. Not to mention the endless hours in great single player mods like
and of course the all-time classic (even played today: COUNTER – STRIKE)
As young people, we were way to stupid do start our own LAN Party, so a local internet café offered us a few computers with a working LAN connection and so we were hooked up, after some time we tried to set up our own Local Area Network, which included hours of time to set up the technical aspect of the network.
3) Booting and re-installing Windows 98
Booting Windows 98 was sometimes a chilling act, you really had to know at least the names of a hardware component in order to find out why the fuck the system won’t work this time.
After some time and installing more and more crap on your machine the booting would take like 5minutes with this annoying Win98 loading screen, after some minutes the „status bar“ at the botton of the screen wouldn’t move at all so you are just sitting there, staring at this screen.
The ultimate solution to all Win98 problems was to press F8 during boot, start MS DOS and type in: „format c:“ then take a look for the startup-disk and the Windows Install CD. The process was long and tiring and not finished on the desktop. The next step was to look for the driver cd’s and install and the hardware-drivers for almost ANY hardware device…fun times again!
4) Recording Songs on my Minidisc Player
In retrospective view, Minidisc is only one of the many shitty things my brother talked me into (my brother is/was a technical freak and Do-it-yourself-guy, he owns and operates a magnetic-band-harddisc at home, do I have to say more???) and my parents bought one for me. MP3-Players were kind of expensive and only had 128MB of space, and minidisc players were so battery hungry that It wasn’t an option. Instead of waiting one year, I was talked into spending the damn 200€ for a SONY Minidisc Player and you now what? I’ve had it and used it for years.
The biggest thing for me was recording a disc, which had to be done song by song in REAL TIME via a shit-expensive optical cable from my soundcard. (Which means: Extra Soundcard+Extra Cable) I’ve found my Minidiscs during the last spring-clean and I found 15 discs with 80 minutes of recording time. Just for the sake of numbers, let’s just imagine I had to overwrite any disc 5 times and just do the multiplication.
The player worked long enough but had to withstand some abuse, was patched with some duct-tape and after I think 5 years of use (where anyone had an IPod 1) I switched to the less expensive MP3-Players.
5) Learning paradiddle, roll and flam on my practice pad
A practice pad is the major device for junior drummers to learn the basic skills of stick-technique and even after 12 years of drumming it still is part of my routine, but the endless hours and endless blisters and cuts to my fingers and hand tell the story of…yeah…ambition. Learning the drums is real tough, even coordination and most important: Stick-Control.
My parents first were supportive, but after three months two-hour minimum daily terror of the silent thumb of wood hitting rubber they got a little bit fed-up.
I hated my teacher for letting me work this thing for over half a year before I could move up to a real drumset, but I worked my ass up to get those basic exercises going and even today I consider myself an amateur in basic stick control in comparison to march or military drummers. Music school taught me an important lesson in my life: Beeing good just don’t depend on talent, it depends on working and practice and repeating. And it teaches you a work ethic, which I still employ in my todays work.