Friday, January 6, 2012

Men are happier than women, here's why

I saw this on a website and started tweeting about it, it got a good response so I'll post the rest of it here for your reading pleasure, oh how I love being a man

Men Are Just Happier People
What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack...
You can be President.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress €5000. Tux rental-€87.
People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you,
He or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is €5 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, even decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24th in 25 minutes.
Men Are Just Happier People
If Laura, Kate, and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate, and Sarah. If Mike, Dave, and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Bubba, and Wildman
When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave, and John will each throw in €20, even though it's only for €32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.
When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.
A man will pay €2 for a €1 item he needs.
A woman will pay €1 for a €2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.
A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel.
The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.
A woman has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.
A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.
A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.
Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.
Women somehow deteriorate during the night.
Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.
A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.
A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing FOREVER!

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Ho ho ho

As most of you may be aware Christmas isn't my favourite time of the year, but I know a good portion of you like it. So here is my present to you, I found it online and wanted to share, enjoy.

To those of you working over this silly season, be safe and have a good one.

'T'was the night before Christmas and all through our town
Ambulances sat quietly-call volume was down.
Controllers and medics, without any calls
All settled all cosy within station walls.

The town grew silent as the night grew deep
My partner and I settled in for some sleep.
But no sooner dreaming in our beds were we,
When control awoke us, crying, "Code 1 Hurry! "

The call had come in for an RTA;
Some nutcase claimed he'd hit Santa's sleigh!
"Head trauma," we thought, as we gathered our gear,
"Or maybe a drunk driver - it's that time of year."

As we raced to the scene with our sirens and lights,
We hoped for the best, tonight of all nights.
We had no idea we were in for a surprise
And,on arrival, couldn't believe our own eyes.

I said to my partner, "This must be a trick!
That man in the ditch just can't be St. Nick!"
A smashed-up sleigh! Toys thrown far and near!
And off to the side, a group of reindeer!

The driver of the car, with a bump on his head
Was crying and told us he wished he was dead.
"Oh, why did I have that one extra beer?
Now I've killed Santa - no Christmas this year!"

By now we'd decided that this was too strange,
So we tried to call backup, but were out of range.
"No radio contact," to my partner I said,
"I'll check that one while you dress this one's head."

I approached the man in the ditch with great care.
He was dressed so oddly - he gave me a scare.
He wore a red suit and a strange kind of hat.
I thought to myself, "Who dresses like that?"

Then he opened his eyes and said, "Do not fear.
Just please help me up - I must catch my reindeer."
I said, "The reindeer are fine, but stay where you are.
You've taken a pretty hard hit from that car."

I didn't want to leave him, so I let out a holler:
"We're gonna need backboard, head blocks and collar!"
As we worked, the man cried, "No! Please don't strap me down.
I have toys to deliver all over town!
All the children tonight are depending on me
To get their presents under the Christmas tree."
"I'm sorry," I told him, as I shook my head sadly,
"You're going to the hospital - you've been hurt too badly."

He looked up at me and wiped away a tear
"Then you must bring the Christmas presents this year!"
"Visit every child's home in this town?" asked I.
"Sir, you must think I can make an ambulance fly!"

I thought I had made a serious blunder,
For his eyes grew steely, and his voice was like thunder.
"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen,
Come Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen!

Hitch onto that ambo and take to the sky
For tonight, indeed, an ambulance will fly!"
I just shook my head as we loaded him in,
Then climbed in the cab and I just had to grin.

There were the reindeer, all in a row,
In front of the ambo as if ready to go.
"That's cute," I thought. "I'll just go around."
But then they took off and our wheels left the ground!

Away we went, up over the trees,
Sailing along as light as a breeze.
We touched down on rooftops, delivering toys,
Dropping gifts for good little girls and boys.

We stopped briefly in the hospital's ambulance bay
wheeled him to casualty - and hoped he'd stay.
"We'll call in a report later," we said on our way.
"This man's turned our ambulance into a sleigh!"

Then off we flew, all through the night,
Delivering toys till the dawn's first light.
Finally, at our station, we headed down,
Both of us happy to be on the ground.

Control was mad, but the more we explained,
The less they believed us and the more they complained.
So we sat in our quarters - boy, were we in trouble!
We turned on the news and perked up on the double.

As the tv crew interviewed people around town,
It seems that some very strange things had gone down.
Tyre tracks upon a rooftop were seen.
and children said, "This year, Santa wore green!"

I grinned at my partner and said, "tis no mystery!
This Christmas we will go down in EMS history!"

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Gift of giving

As I type this post I'm lying on a rather comfortable bed/chair.

Sticking into my left arm is a needle, drawing blood which is going into a machine and then back into me.

I'm donating platelets.

This is my third platelet donation, I made 11 whole blood donations previous to this.

The process is a bit mote complicated donating platelets, but equally, if not more rewarding.

On your first visit you go through a donor assessment, which includes all the usual checks and questions, followed by a quick platelet count blood test.

If all is well you go into a clinic area, sit on these very comfy chairs (might get one for infront of the tv) another couple of checks and the needle is in before you know it.

Depending on your platelet count and how many units you want to donate the process of the donation can take from an hour to 90 mins. Today I'm giving 3 units, total time 78 mins, Ive 27 remaining.

Understanding the process takes some getting used to, there are times to squeeze the stress ball and times when you shouldn't, but all the staff are extremely friendly and helpful.

After its all done there is a lovely seating area where you rest and have drink in a bite to eat, before making and appointment for your next donation......don't forget to pick up a pen on the way out ;-)

I encourage each and everyone of you to make either a whole blood or a platelet donation, a short space of time from your day could mean all the difference to someone else.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Academia (Research Part A)

I know a fair few of you are interested in the recent topic I brought up about nurses preforming BLS, a lot of you offered me help and guidance on twitter, which is very much appreciated.

Here is the 500ish word Part A of the assignment I submitted, for your reading pleasure.

Research Enquiry:

Part A: Identification of a problem and development of research question

The problem identified for this piece of work relates to the ability of nurses to provide effective Basic Life Support (BLS) to patients suffering an in-hospital cardiac arrest in an acute general hospital.

The reason this particular problem was chosen is that for every minute BLS is delayed the patient’s chance of survival drops by as much as 10% (Koster et al. 2010). Basic Life Support refers to maintaining airway patency and supporting breathing and circulation (Koster et al 2010), including cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR). CPR refers to providing chest compressions to pump blood around the body and ventilations to breathe for the patient (Pre-Hospital Emergency Care Council 2011a). In a hospital setting staff nurses are often first on scene of a cardiac arrest and as such, their ability to perform effective CPR is essential in maximising the patient’s chance of survival. The chain of survival is a series of steps in maximising patient’s chance of survival. The steps are: 1: Early access, 2: Early CPR, 3: Early Defibrillation, 4: Early Advanced Life Support, 5: Early Post Resuscitation Care (Pre-Hospital Emergency Care Council 2011b). Nurses can implement the first two or three steps depending on training. Literature shows nurses often lack confidence in performing BLS (Kakora-Shiner 2009) and skills are not practiced nor perfected often enough (Krahn 2011). The author is a fourth year general nursing student, who has been involved in the pre-hospital emergency care as a volunteer for six years and is also an instructor involved in teaching CPR to fellow volunteers and lay persons to deal with Pre-Hospital cardiac arrests and this area is of particular interest to him.

The question that this piece of work aims to answer is:

“Are nurses trained and able to effectively perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation to patients experiencing an in-hospital cardiac arrest?”

The proposed search strategy will involve use of the authors own personal text books as well as searching a number of academic journal databases including but not limited to, CINAHL, ScienceDirect and Wiley Online Library. The keywords “Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation”, “CPR”, “Basic Life Support”, “BLS”, “Training”, “Nursing” and “Cardiac Arrest” shall be used. Articles identified in the search will be reviewed for their reference to the question; also their reference lists will be reviewed to identify applicable secondary references which may help in answering the research question.

The themes I expect to identify from the literature review are:

  • The training nurses receive in CPR and BLS
  • The measurement of the effectiveness of training nurses receive
  • CPR and BLS skills retention in nurses
  • Nurses impression of their ability and willingness to preform CPR
When I've finished part B I wont bore you with 1500 words of academic writing but will post the findings of my literary review for you reading pleasure

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Tis the season for a ronnie, fa la la la la

The most wonderful time of the year is almost upon us again, I know what youre thinking where did the year go?

We've seen the ad's, the special offers, the stock in shops changing....but ignore all that as it has nothing to do with Movember!

I'm pretty sure most of you havn't spent the last few years living under a rock and are well aware this is a charity event, where men begin Nov 1st clean shaven and then proceed to grow a moustache for charity.

Some go for handlebars, others a black and white movie villain narrow I'm going for the "skanger tache" or the "giveus 10 jonny blue ronnie" (hey I know my limitations, bit of bum fluff on the top lip will be the height of it)

Why am I concerned about mens health?? And why am I donating my top lip for charity? Heres why

*1 in 8 men will be diagnosed with prostate cancer in their life

*This year more than 2000 new cases of the disease will be diagnosed

*1 in 3 men will be diagnosed with cancer in their lifetime

*In Ireland only 26% of men attend their GP for regular check ups

Funds raise will help make a tangible difference to the lives of others. Through the Movember Foundation and our men's health partner, Action Prostate Cancer, an initiative of the Irish Cancer Society, Movember is funding world class awareness, research, educational and support programmes which would otherwise not be possible.

Find out more at

Or visit my Mospace to donate

Or is you're old school, send a cheque payable to "Irish Cancer Society Movember" reference my name and Registration Number 1552614 and send it to: Movember, Irish Cancer Society, 43-45 Northumerland Road, Dublin 4, Ireland

Please donate and spread the word, stay tuned for Tachetastic updates

Saturday, September 3, 2011

The Fighter Part 2

17th May 2011 The Fighter finally gives up her good fight......not without a struggle mind you

Admitted a number of days previous, following a rapid decline, she still fought the whole time

Because that what she was like, if you were in the wrong she was the worst person in the world to cross, but if you were right shed back you to the last stand.

On Monday afternoon, Dad, Derek and Myself were called in for a meeting with the ICU Consultant, he lay out the hard facts, facts that we knew were coming, but yet did no want to hear, you had a cardiac arrest that morning and they had brought you back, but for what? The inevtiable was just being delayed.

There was nothing anyone could do, other than to let you go, Robert was away and couldn't get home until the next morning, so we asked to keep you going until then, then we'd let you go. It was the only humane and fair thing to do.

The next day your treatment was wound down, medications were stopped other then pain relief.....yet you still kept fighting! Vital signs that would signal the end for most, yet you kept going....for many hours!

Tears were shed, final words were had, we urged you to go, to end your suffering, but like everything you were doing things on your time.

Eventually all treatment was ended and finally, for the first time in your life, you backed down. You never lost a fight in your life, even when you did, you wouldn't admit it.

We had your wake and people from all over came to pay their respects, people I hadn't seen in years, or people I'd never seen before. Afterwards we went for a drink, my mate bought you a vodka and coke and left it at the head of the table, he was scared you'd haunt him as you never paid for the vodka, you always brought it with you.

The following day we had your funeral, even that you had planned! The priest was your friend, the music was of your choosing. The church was full, the crowd spilled outside, such was the effect you had on people.

As we carried you outside to the hearse my colleagues formed up in a guard of honour, perfect uniforms, standing bolt upright at attention, officers saluting you, that really effected me, the pride I felt cannot be explained in words.

As my O/C said "You may not have been an official member, but you supported me, you ironed uniforms and missed out on my company while I was on duty."

We buried you in a quiet graveyard you picked out yourself. A family friend is behind you and the chap next to you had "I told you I was sick" on his'll get along with the neighbours so.

Don't mind us, well get along just fine, you made sure of that! You had everything sorted before you went, new kitchen, new car, affairs put in order, you must have known, yet wouldn't tell us.

Not one person thinks you lost you'r fight, a former teacher and a personal friend of mine said "Alan, I know where you get your stubbornness from now, she was one hell of a woman"

"That she was Conor, that she was"

R.I.P. Joan McGee
12th June 1953 - 17th May 2011

Love, Eamonn, Derek, Paul, Robert, Alan and Duke

Tuesday, April 5, 2011


As I'm sure you're aware on Saturday a callous attack by some narrow minded neanderthals resulted in the murder of Police Constable Ronan Kerr, if you're not, read this then come back to me.

P.C. Ronan Kerr PSNI
Murdered 4th April 2011

As usual I first heard of the attack on twitter, immediately I was shocked and my stomach started to turn.

Police Constable Ronan Kerr had only been on the job three weeks after graduation from the Police Service of Northern Ireland's training centre.

Ronan was one of a new breed of catholics joining the PSNI ranks to serve and protect his community, his reward to be murdered for doing so.

"Dissident Republicans" or as I like to call them low life, scum of the earth oxygen theifs planted a lunch box with is what is estimated to be 500g of semtex linked to a mercury switch and planted it under his car.

When Ronan got into his car it exploded, his neighbours rushed to assist the young officer, one of whom was heard screaming for a fire extinguisher while Ronan was heard moaning inside the vehicle as his life was slowly taken from him.

P.C. Kerr's Ford Mondeo after the blast.

The young man who I'm sure felt so proud to put on his uniform and felt a sense of duty to serve his people, like so many of us do, was targeted because of his these scumbags not wanting catholics to join the PSNI.

The whole country, north and south has been united in disgust, I'm sure a few bar stool provos in some dive of a pub arnt, but to be honest their opinion is about as useful as a handbrake on a canoe.

The country has moved on, weve all moved on. After hundreds of years of violence we all got tired and wished to move on. Why can't they??

I can assure you one thing, Ronan was not murdered in my name.

He was not murdered in the name of my country.

He was not murdered in the name of Northern Ireland.

He was not murdered in the name of the honest, decent people of both countries.

He was not murdered in the name of the people of Omagh who have been struck by tragedy too many times.

He was murdered in the name of violence & in the name of criminality.

May Ronan's murder not be in vain, may his perpetrators be brought to justice swiftly and may no other member of police, army, prison service etc North or South have to live in fear of one of them being next.

P.C. Kerr, your duty is done, you may stand down. Rest in Peace.

"True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others, at whatever cost."

The twitter hashtag #notinmyname and the facebook page R.I.P - Police Constable Ronan Kerr show just how people from all communities and backgrounds abhor what has happened. Add your messages.