The Campfire

Kings of the world

 

Jesus. It’s been 20 years? Fuck I’m getting old.
Of course I actually read the books when I was young

 

Exactly. I could stare at those all night

 

Me too

The bouncies reminded me that I had to buy my wife's best friend a Christmas gift, the magic wand has just been ordered, I believe her and the hubby will enjoy

 

For those that don't know, The Lord Of The Rings is a Christmas movie.

 

In case y'all didn't know, we had a lil turd. You can read up about him here.

Anyways, this is a story time thread, so here goes dah story...

Thursday night, we were feeding turd. Everything going normal, about 8pm~ish. My wife had him against her chest to burp him, my other son and I playing Minecraft together... And turd spit up. Out both nostrils and the mouth with force. Maybe not V6TT force, but... Force nonetheless.

Turd immediately tensed up, stiff even, and started wailing. Seems fairly normal, and then he quit crying, mid-wail. Turd started gurgling like he had spit up in his lungs. Coughing, and gagging. Barely breathing.

I've taken a lot of first aid classes, I've been through a lot of "crises." My wife is about half freaked out, my son is oblivious in his room, I'm in instant "handle NOW!" I had my wife go get our owlet sock.

(in case you don't know, it's a medical device that goes on an infants foot to let you know BPM, and blood oxygen content. It will alert you if they have a medical event in their sleep. Worth it's wait in gold. I HIGHLY recommend it to new parents, but it has to be connected to Internet to work.)

Owlet Dream Sock® - FDA-Cleared Smart Baby Monitor - Track Live Pulse (Heart) Rate, Oxygen in Infants - Receive Notifications

Link if you want to learn more

She had just put the sock on his foot, and our Internet shit the bed, like it's been doing during these cold snaps. My other son came out of his room because he wanted to see why I wasn't playing Minecraft with him

My baby is gurgling, my wife is slightly freaked out, my son is oblivious, no body is dressed properly for sub freezing temps...

I had them both get dressed, my wife grabbed up the baby gear, my son just threw some shit on without asking if it looked good for once, I'm pacing back and forth in the house keeping my baby breathing telling them that we're gonna get through this. We just have to stay calm, work together, and follow directions to the letter.

They're gathered, I threw a shirt on, and my shoes, my baby is in nothing but a diaper, and 2 different blankets. I've got him wrapped tight and on my chest. Out the door we went.

My son went first, since he's slowest, me next, and my wife last. My son made it down our porch, and to the car quickly. I took one step down our three step porch step, and landed flat on my back on all the steps. Baby still on my chest.

I'm sucking air, my back feels broken, my arm, and ankle is fucking hurtin, my ass cheek swole up. Road rash down my back, my wife is asking me if I'm okay, and I'm telling her not to worry with me. Every second is precious right now. We'll worry with me later... Most importantly, my baby was safe in my arms.

We get in the car, and I call 911 and ask dispatch if this event sounds like ER or Walk in clinic. (We have two urgent cares in our county.) They explained that this was ER level, and that we should hurry.

My wife is driving, my son is in the front seat asking a million questions, I'm in the back free balling in some gym shorts, a T-shirt, and hey dudes, still sucking air, trying to get my baby to keep sucking air too trying to keep everybody calm.

We make it to the ER, and were seen very promptly. We all go back to the room to treat, and the tests ensued. Blood oxygen content at 97% with a 200BPM on my baby. They did X-rays, and asked us a million and one questions. We told them everything that happened in successive order.

The old fart doctor grilled me because he thought this all started WITH the fall. He thought I was abusing my baby. We explained again, and he let off a little bit...

Nurses came in, and tensed to my baby, the whole time I'm trying to console my wife, and keep my son entertained, and trying to get him to please quit talking OVER the doctors, and US while we were talking to them.

Lil turd turned out to be fine. I explained that he was coughing, and gagging the whole way to the hospital. His mouth bubbling up, and gurgley on the way there. They explained that the bubbling was normal for him because he was clearing his lungs.

We made it back home about an hour later.

Fucking crazy times

 

Why am I just now seeing this thread?

 

Checks out. ✓

 

So one time me and B were putting around the off-road park with a group of Toyotas that I sometimes wheel with. I knew like 3 of em maybe. Pretty decent group. Started with 5 or 6 trucks and over the course of the night, grew to like 10 or more trucks.
So our group always likes to go to the top of this one big bluff to take sunset pics of all the rigs lined up. I know my way around that particular spot and back to camp by heart and I know how long it takes.

So I decided I would repeat a move I had done on a prior wheeling trip, where I ate two little tiny square papers in route to the spot. However, this time we never made it to the usual spot and instead went to a different spot I wasn't familiar with.

Now it had been raining for days prior to us getting to the off-road park and despite being a nice day, it was still very muddy.
We play in the mud and take pics and it's starting to get dark and I'm starting to get worried. I don't really do night wheeling myself and I'm starting to feel Lucy in the sky with diamonds...
I tell B, "This is bad, this is bad, we gotta go. We gotta get back to camp before dark!"
I rev my mighty 2uz with all its long tube headers and dirty deeds exhaust glory. My attempt to convey to the group we needed to go was not received the way I had hoped.

Eventually it gets dark and we leave as a group and I'm at the tail end, which is pretty normal. I like being tail gunner so to speak as I like going slow and watching everyone else. Plus my truck is pretty capable and I'm starting become a decent wheeler with practice over the years, so I rarely get stuck.

So now it's dark, I'm night wheeling against my better judgement and I'm having a panic attack, but I'm also on cloud nine.
We come into contact with another group of yoters. There's a guy with a 100 series and an RTT stuck in the mud. He's drunk AF and my group is trying to help him. He was definitely a noob, in over his head, night wheeling in the mud, without airing down ...

So eventually me and B get out of my rig to watch. It's a shit show. Dude just is in a rage and keeps getting stuck anytime he makes any progress he fucks it up again. We're standing back and kinda peanut gallery snickering and he's getting mad and starts talking shit like he wants to fight.
I tell RRT guy to just ignore us and focus on the task at hand. We are the least of his worries.

Eventually they got him free and one by one my group has to go through this rutted up ravine RTT guy had been destroying for the last 30 mins or so. I'm last and now everyone is standing around again, but on the other side.
I yell for them to move, because I'm coming in hot. They have no clue what's going on in my body chemistry and I'm nervous not only for my truck and my ego, but their safety. So they move and I drop it into low gear, 4lo and lock the rear. We make it through the ravine and all the other muddy trail obstacles. Everything is in slow motion for me, as I am one with my machine. She's my muddy ballerina as I drift her through the mud, slipping and sliding. We never got stuck and took zero damage, but man were my nerves shot at this point, and I instinctively somehow just knew when to feather the throttle and when to hammer down. I can't stress enough that I don't night wheel and I don't do a lot of mudding and I certainly don't do it with kaleidoscope eyes.

Anyways we make it back to camp and I'm trying to calm myself down, when my buddy Collin shows up to our camp. He was leading our group but camping a few hundred yards away. He tells us that the cops are here and that apparently drunk RTT guy, who was camping near Collin, got his RTT stuck on a tree branch and busted his driver window out. Then RTT guy proceeded to get into a fight with his girlfriend and hit her. At that point a bunch of guys hopped up and confronted him about abusing his girl and RTT guy pulled a gun on em. Luckily Collin radio'd the park rangers and they showed up with a sheriff in time to see RTT guy holding his gun and they take him to jail, without anyone else getting hurt.

Crazy times at the off-road park I tell ya.

 

As the only one who was proper shit talking, he was my spirit animal while he was panicking & digging himself deeper. He got so mad he yells out 'do you wanna drive it out?' And i said 'hell yea, but i've already grown a pair, i'm just gonna send it.' And thats what he did. Whisky throttled his way right out of there bouncing off the rev limiter. After failing at being winched twice. Haha, i'll never forget the night i shit talked someone else into success.

 

Getting things out of crackie today, for pops. Running a hair behind MY schedule which still leaves me room for error/mishaps.

Reached in for the pole saw laying in the bed, and OUCH. Pull the pole saw out, and there was an angry red wasp on my right hand. Shoo'ed him away with the left and then used the end of the pole saw to swat at him

Walked up the porch, my future missus T2 in the glass storm door looking at my car in the drive like "Why ain't he left yet? He's gon' be late getting to work!"

She cracks the door and I say "Hey can you go get me them patches we have? I'm gonna go ask the neighbor for a cigarette, I just got stung by a wasp"

She goes inside while I drop the pole saw pieces in the virus, and step over to the neighbor's house. I knock on the door, and she answered in a few seconds, maybe 15. We talk for a second and then I tell her I got stung, and ask if I can have a cigarette. She brought a lighter too, and she asked if I wanted her to light it for me, which I politely declined after we both giggled.

I headed back for the house which my baby was coming out of, and she brought some creams, some Tylenol, and our assortment of bandaids. (Big swoons) She said "I don't know what you meant by patches, is this what you meant?"

"That's exactly what I meant, I am so thankful you speak my Noah-nese" I looked and looked and looked for a knuckle bandaid, and she reaches in and gets one first try . "Is this your bandaid?"

She always makes everything better

I rip up the cigarette and go to put the dry tobacco on my sting, she says "That's gotta be wet, it won't work dry." I say "Really? I never knew that."

I pop the end in my mouth and about gag. I can't believe I used to smoke those things

I get it super wet D) and make a pile on my sting, and she bandaged me up. We kiss cheeks, and I hit the road. I am out of time, I throw that damned cigarette in the yard before I leave.

Life's pretty good, in spite of the wasps