Sunday, April 5, 2020

Poking my head up - part 2: Losing my love, burglary, and the cost of doing favors

The holidays around December and January are always busy, but starting right after Christmas it really went sideways.

A little background:

For over 4 years, me and my girlfriend Nicole have been together.  We've had our ups and downs as you would expect in any relationship.  She had a rough life and it showed in her personality, but it didn't stop me from falling for her, and she for me.

Around mid-autumn, her youngest son got into some trouble with the law and wound up going back to jail for a probation violation for about 30 days.  When it came time for him to be released on house arrest, he needed a permanent address.  He just married his girlfriend, but because some of her family that lived with her had prior felonies, he could not stay there.  So after my girlfriend asked me, I did agree to let him stay there using her bedroom while she slept in my bed.

After a few weeks, things came to a head between my girlfriend and her son, and she essentially told him it was her way or the highway.  He chose the latter, and left, thereby becoming wanted all over again as he violated the terms of his house arrest.  Nicole hated to do it, but she was not going to have her son disrespect her in our house.

The day after Christmas, after I came home, I came in to a nightmare.  My house was broken into, with the worse damage in my bedroom which was totally trashed.  My fire safe containing my Glock 17 and my dad's Smith and Wesson SD9, along with my dad's other weapons (shotgun, 30-30, and a 22 rifle) that was in my closet, along with the bolt carrier for my AR-15 carbine, were missing.  (The carbine was in another location and was not found)

I suspected that my girlfriend's son, or one of his 'friends', was behind it as he knew I had weapons in the house, just not exactly where.  I passed those thoughts along to the police when they came out to take my report.  A CSI tech also came out and dusted for prints.  That done, I did my best to clean up and try to move on.  Fortunately, Nicole was out of town visiting her older son and attending her daughter's college graduation from LSU, so she missed the excitement.

Shortly after she got back in early January, I got a call from the detective handling my case: Nicole's son was pulled over in Boulder City for speeding and he was arrested after the warrants were pulled up, and my Glock was found under the driver seat.  Of the other weapons and the safe (which had my birth certificate, some silver, and other things), they were never found.

The news had a sobering effect on Nicole, as she realized how betrayed she felt by what her son had did.  Soon afterwards, things really took a turn for the worst.

Nicole texted me a pic she took of her right ankle, with what looked like a rash from an insect bite.  She told me she first noticed it just before she came home from her trip.  I showed the pic to my friend Cindee (who is an ER nurse), and said it really looked like cellulitis and she should have it looked at.  Nicole and I went to the quick care after I got off work to have it checked out.  The doctor looked at it, confirmed it was cellulitis, and prescribed her antibiotics, telling her if it didn't clear up in about a week to come back and she will be admitted for more advanced care.

A few days later, the infection hasn't cleared up, and she began behaving strangely, hearing and seeing things that weren't there.  She's had a prior history of schizophrenia and it was mostly controlled, but obviously something was seriously wrong.  I won't go into further details, but finally on January 18th, she wound up being taken to the hospital by ambulance.

I was working my regular job on the night shift, and my dad told me what happened.  Since I was working a transport shift the next day for my second job, I figured I'd have a chance to find out what was happening with her. 

I lucked out; the first transport I did was for a patient going from the VA hospital to the same hospital Nicole was admitted to, so as soon as I got my patient transfer done, I went to the triage desk at the ER to check on Nicole.  I met with Raylaya, another nurse I know, and explained to her what happened.  She then took me to where Nicole is, telling me that they were treating her for sepsis and had her intubated and on a ventilator, sedated.

At the point where I saw her, my heart dropped and I felt utterly helpless, seeing the love of my life in that condition really shook me.

Over the next couple of weeks, they moved her up to the ICU, and I did my best to try to be there every day.  I did let her older son what was happening, and eventually he and Nicole's daughter did come out to Vegas to see her, along with Nicole's best friend, Cookie, who lived up in northern Nevada.

After about 10 days, things were just not improving for Nicole, with instances of A-fib and V-tach occurring, along with deterioration of her oxygen saturation that prevented her from being taken off the ventilator.  Her daughter made the decision on January 30 to have her extubated and signed a DNR to prevent heroic measures being done.  This I agreed with as I knew Nicole would not want to keep living like that.

On the day they were to do it, January 31, I went to visit her in the morning after I got off work.  I stood by her bed, looking at her, and decided that I would not remember her like this, but as she was before she got sick, just like she looked in the picture below, which was taken about a year ago:
My love of my life, Jana Nicole Stevenson
December 27, 1965 - January 31, 2020

After I left her, that afternoon they disconnected her from the respirator, and just after 4 pm she passed from this world and entered the next one.

The loss of her really hit me when her BFF Cookie told me that Nicole was planning to ask me to marry her.  When I learned about that, which I confirmed through one of her other friends, I totally lost it and broke down in crying and sobbing which lasted a while.

I had taken some time off work in anticipation of a little get-away with Nicole, which would now never happen.  For about 2-3 days I was in a daze, just watching TV and sleeping.

A little post-script to this:  her son wound up taking a deal, and he is due to be sentenced on June 15.  I hope to find out how soon I can get my pistol back so I can ensure I stay armed in these uncertain times.  

More to come soon, stay tuned.

Saturday, March 28, 2020

Poking my head up - part 1: Catching my breath

Yes am still alive and kicking, sort of.

2020 has turned out to be a real bitch of a year so far for me...and thanks to COVID-19, everyone else in the world as well.

Thankfully I've not been exposed to the virus so far, and been doing my best to practice my BSI both on and off the job.

Now that things have kinda settled down to a rough equilibrium for me, I shall endeavor to spin my tales of what has transpired these past few months.

Stay tuned and stay safe.

Monday, January 20, 2020

Lots of stuff going on

Sorry I haven't been around the blogs much, but just have a lot of crap on my plate I'm trying my best to deal with.

Thanks for putting up with me, and I'll share with you all soon.

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

More Sin City stuff

Porn actress 'Bridget the Midget' busted for stabbing her boyfriend

I've seen some of her vids, she was one I wouldn't minded having fun with, but this story just shows how twisted some of these gals can be.

Friday, September 27, 2019

So I've returned....

...and instead of starting out with a bang, things up north for the whole Area 51 shingding started with a whimper and just went down from there. 

Now, according to various estimates (from here, here, and here), about 3,000 people showed up in total for the Alienstock event in Rachel, well below the estimated 30,000 that had been bandied about.  Over in Hiko, where yours truly was sitting at, it was even more dismal, even though from my initial perspective that there seemed to be a lot of people showing up; most were just stopping to get pics, buy souvenirs, then head down the road to where the fun was.  In fact, there were only at most about 300 that showed up, with only a few dozen still sticking around after nightfall for the presentation of Bob Lazar's documentary about Area 51 and the DJ show. 

When I called the event organizer around 2330 to get the OK to clear for the night, he confirmed that, plus that the event for the following day has been cancelled as they weren't seeing the number of people that they expected.  OOoooKayy then, so called my boss to let him know, and he gave the OK for me and my partner to pack up and head on back to Vegas.

Ah well, at least I got to have some fun, plus get a nice t-shirt out of the deal...see the below pics:

And if you would like one for yourself (and they were so popular our EMTs were getting offered to sell the ones off their backs), you can buy yourself one here!  Hurry, it ends on October 1!

Anyway, it was fun, even though me and most of the others that went had some minor respiratory issues likely caused by the higher altitude, the dust, and the colder air that we're recovering from.

Now back to reality, or as close as you can get to it in Sin City ;-)

Sunday, September 15, 2019

The 'Storm Area 51' mess

Over the last few weeks, the entire nonsense of the desire of individuals that want to do a foolish ground assault against a remote secure military installation on the sketchy belief that proof of extraterrestrial life exists has risen to a near-crescendo both locally and internationally. 
(I won't post any links to it as it is easily looked for in a Google or Bing search)

Suffice to say, I and the company I work for as a second job will be involved in this up to our eyebrows.  For more details on this, I have provided a link to a podcast where my boss discusses some of the tasks and preparations that are being done for this event.  You can access it from here.

I'll be working the assignment at the Alien Research Center in Hiko this coming Friday and Saturday, and will post pics I take after I come back into town and recover a bit. Posting from the area will not be possible due to the scarcity of bandwidth and cell service in general, which is common in this area.

Wish me luck!

Thursday, August 29, 2019

Nothing seems to change

With what I have seen lately with the way the younger generation is acting, along with the seeming callous ways that people in general seem to treat each other, I was not surprised to come across this passage in Dennis Smith's seminal work on firefighting, Report from Engine Co. 82:

"I used to believe that the fundamental problems were housing and education, and that people would stop throwing rocks if they had a decent place to live and were given equal educational opportunities.  But I don't believe that anymore.  That, to me, is prescribing for symptoms.  The disease is more seriously latent, more pernicious than uncaring landlords, or bureaucratic, apathetic school officials.  The malignancy lies in the guts of humankind at all levels.  We have unlearned the value of a human life."
This book was published in 1972, and in some ways, still offers a look at what happens in the lower reaches of society.  The force of that statement still rings true to this day, and I wonder if we as human beings will really be able to change our society for the better.  I would like to believe so (I'm a hopeless optimist in that regard), but sometimes I really do wonder.

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