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Imagine Thata € | (3) - Medical Turf Wars and Angels of Mercy Revisited

By Carl œJ.C.â € â € Pantejo, Copyright May 2008

Author œMy friend Yu â € â € "The Prosperity Mentor, â € Copyright August 2007. Pantejo - Yes Vurce Publishing.

* The following story is incorporated in a friend Yu œMy € â € "Prosperity Mentor: Book II, â € Pantejo - Yes Vurce Publishing. Date Published: 2008.

â € œ [Life] Amazing! Isna € ™ t it? ...  €

- Medical Turf Wars --

â € OECD, I'm gona € ™ na live? â €

â € œChief, I donâ ™ € t know how you do. I took a Double-Take on your birthday â € ~ make your œbiologicalâ € â € â € age and œchronologicalâ Age only € donâ € ™ t match! What kind of veggies or vitamins are you taking? I havenâ ™ € t € waist seen 28A from the High School! Still lift (weights) regularly and am an amateur bodybuilder. Whata € ™ s your body fat percentage? € Â he said.

Trying to get your good side, I said, â € OEI donâ € ™ t know. Four months ago, the technician doing the preliminary Aviation Medicine one of the physical examination said it was â € ~ too low to be healthy € ™, I think. Whatever that means? Â €

He was the DMO (Diving Medical Officer), a lieutenant (Level 3 official in the Navy), and its thirty-odd years (my age at the time). I was beginning to bald, and a little chubby. He still had his arms and chest high barrel of a Navy Diver, but probably hadn ™ € t seen a six pack in your body for years.

â € OECD Whata € ™ s your secret? My wife would go completely ga-ga if I could get my body college Back. €

I didn t ™ € I would say that the answer was simple to get rid of his wife. Single men tended to be more â € œhungryâ € and had less external liabilities.

And took a very understanding wife to put up with the lifestyle of an athlete € € Oean uniform.â The training hours were too long even for the most loving woman.

I knew that. I was in my second wife and marriageâ ™ € s outlook appeared very bleak.

Smiling at the doctor asked me â € œAmazing, ISNA € ™ t it? I attribute my youthful figure of celibacy and purity € thoughts.â

(Actually, PTA € ™ d [physically trained] for at least 3 hours a day, ate like a pork all day, then drank beer and chased women at night.)

The rest of the time I wasted on frivolous things (like work).

We laughed.

Then I asked: â € œSir, when can I go? Â €

â € œIf that it was me, IA € ™ d let you go now. But as you know, must be approved by the â € ~ other guys also € ™, â € BMD, said.

OEI € â € ™ t can not be medically disqualified now. Me some important orders, â € desperately groaned.

The truth is that I was going to do some â € € œexchange Stúdenta exercises with some of my colleagues from foreign military units (per example, the Republic of Korea, United Kingdom, Australia, Thailand and the teams) in the coming weeks.

Golda œCobra € â € was the official name of the annual joint military exercises organized around the beach area of Pattaya Thailand.

I expected this year â € œWork Hard, Play Hard Case €.

I especially liked beautiful women. They € ™ re always surprised that: 1) I am an American, not in Thailand (AI € ™ ma mixture of all of Asia) and 2) despite being œgaaâ € â € (in Thai: old), as a tantric sex teacher, I continue for hours in the bedroom.

Similar to Jack LaLane his birthday (who?), I have added more than € â œdegrees Difficulty € (ie, participants) to my personal achievements every year.

â € œChill out. Iâ € ™ m sure your heart ™ € ll be discharged in time to go to Cobra Gold. God! I love that place! Anyway, I have prepared IA € ™ most responsible for my Member the body to keep you company. Just donâ € ™ t of € corrupt too much said, grinning like the devil.

These œMedical â € € Turf Wars were a nuisance for people like me.

Instead of regular physical examinations by a doctor who had to be approved by several different doctors (for example, Med / Guy Specwar, Diving Doc, Flight Surgeon, Psychiatrist PTSD, etc.).

This meant that at least three, rather one, the rectal examination every year!

I never got used to that.

One year, after having passed the point of being annoying, I invited all nurses to attend the examinations of the rectum.

Since all military hospitals twice as educational institutions, there was never a shortage of a public (mostly internal, Corpsman new, fresh graduates and school nurses).

Laying face down on the examination table and my bare bottom in the air, proclaiming the laughter group of students, â € œHave the road with me. My ass is your ass! Â €

The responses (and numbers after phone) were well worth it.

But when I saw it was going to be my companion during his day shift, I didnâ ™ € t mind that IA € ™ d be here (in the Submarine Tender Medical Ward) during the night.

â € œThanks Doc! â € I shouted as BMD ordered his dismissal.

- Doctors Slackers --

Looking to the Philippine Corpsman cute at the foot of my bed, I asked, â € œAre Are you sure you want to hear this? â €

â € œYes, of course. Iâ € ™ I have read about him, I'ma ™ €, but I've never met anyone who has actually experienced, â € he said, a time to break his gaze from my erection powerful smile a little smile naughty.

Did you just lick your lips?

Then, in silence, got up, walked to the € â € œwrongâ side patient's bed, came through my body, and checks the camera bag and IV drip hanging from a metal hook on the other side of the bed.

â € € œAccidentallyâ choking me with his chest, whispered, â € œOops. € sorry.

â € Oeno problem, no problem at all, HN (Hospitalman, paygrade E-3) Marisol.â €

During my brief stay in Sickbay Ward, who had already established a close, the relationship informal. I teased her by addressing her by the appropriate military title œHN â €, â €, but then ended with the total inadequate, use his overly friendly name (Marisol) instead of his surname.

I could usually tell when to cross the line or not.

Medical staff (officer and soldiers alike) were characterized by lax use military standards and decorum neglected.

Front-line officers called â € œSlackers, referring to his apparent lack of military bearing. I couldn € ™ t blame them (medical staff). In fact, at first when I joined the service, I was like them.

You see, most medical personnel of the military were just biding their time, just pay the military back to their medical training. After a hitch (Tour of taxes), usually leaving active duty to pursue a more lucrative civilian career in medicine. This applies to most doctors, nurses and aid workers in all branches of the U.S. Army Services (Army, Air Force, Navy and Navy).

The U.S. Marine Corps had no indigenous medical personnel. And so I, Navy Corpsman additional obligation was technically a sailor, but for all practical purposes, was a Marine at heart. Except for my obligatory stint in the Navy Hospital and œTin € â € tires (small vessels), I spent most of my career with the Marines deployed (specifically, the Diver / types of bridge).

I spent the while honing my technical skills and my marina (groan) skills. Consequently, he had little time to collect dust. If doing wasn t ™ € necessary CME (Continuing Medical Education - emergency medical training), I was busy diving, jumping or shooting.

Since I love those activities, buzzing year. Before I knew it, more than two decades have passed and it was time to retire. Incorporation into regular civilian life was difficult for me. (But thata € ™ s another story).

Back to this story.

Almost sadistic, I prayed for missions because they had direct and immediate approach (not trivial, realistic training and classes, some civil geek or administrator of the hospital without any clue about the real-life operations).

Ninety percent of any mission was spent in preparation time (warning orders, mission reports, physical examinations, immunizations, equipment checks, etc.), time travel (boat, submarine or airplane) and, once the mission was fully executed, aborted while in progress, or canceled before going operational, was the broad requires short time and after action reports.

- My Angel of Mercy Revisited --

Turning his attention to the Corpsman sexy, I said, â € œHell, IA € ™ m just glad to have company! â €

I had a great sh * t-eating grin on my face, mostly because I was not speaking directly to his face, but breakup uniforms breasts were dancing in front of my nose.

She blushed again.

With a half smile, returned to his position at the end of my bed â € "fixing their eyes on my erection and continued his shameless â € œWatch.â €

œImagine Thata € â € | â €

Marisol leaned his elbows at the foot of my bed and held her face with her hands. The position immediately evoked â € œpeek-a-boo, hide-n-€ sneek breast fantasies in my head (two)!

In any other situation would have started â € œfull-body hand-to-butt/bust CQB (close quarters combat), â € but stopped to examine my angel mercy, visually savoring her youthful beauty and tight, though, plump body.

After seeing his lips and face of an angel, I wondered if she liked big Popsickle?

Then I continued my story about the first time he had a œPriapism €, â € an erection uncontrolled which often becomes a medical emergency € |

â € | Well, here I was, violently falling through the air. My parachute principal had worked properly and all my attempts to fix it was useless. I was losing altitude by the second and now was the time to use the last resort: the reserve parachute.

The reserve parachute is considered the last resort for a couple of reasons. First, it was much smaller than the parachute primary, and second, the reserve parachute for this particular configuration of Army Corps worn on the stomach. It was called â € belly œThe package, â € because the rest of GI ™ € s gear worn under the main parachute pack on the soldier ™ € s back. Located on the lower back and extends up past the buttocks, the most widely used fishing gear under the main parachute was called â € € œbutt Pack.

Thus, allegedly, the soldier was an unbalanced weight distribution in your computer. However, especially with a deployed (open) cylinder head package (and its accompanied, lanyard, equipment removed), the normal, vertical position preferred was almost impossible to maintain.

I had to get rid of the main parachute clips via their harness (buckles specialist with a two-step process to separate the shoulder harness straps main parachute bands).

The real trick was timing. Ideally, both buckles are opened simultaneously.

Bad news for me.

I couldn € ™ t open both buckles together because I was swaying violently in the air. The parachute over me like a bag worms, while I felt like the main attraction in a public lynching, hanging by an elevator.

This meant he could only reach a buckle. The other tube was well above the first, tangled shroud lines and the start of the canopy skirt.

The farther buckle had to be opened first. If I opened the buckle closer, I would have had to contend with an elevator and a buckle teaches buried under strong material. (It would be like trying to get a coin embedded in a fist knotted shoelaces tight.)

Doing a pull-up and get exposure beyond the buckle, cut me a mass of coating lines with my hooked shroud line cutter, which is buried buckle, and released. Immediately, my body took a clumsy â Œhanging € € for a gun position. The jolt was felt repositioning along the left side of my body. Not much pain (probably due to adrenaline). My left hand, arm and shoulder felt numb and clumsy. I tried to resave my hooked shroud line cutter, Buta € | but it was gone! I have lost control over him when the shock hit my body opening.

œImagine Thata € â € | â €

Oh well, if I survive this, I guess I'ma ™ € ll have to bribe another person survival kit other court. (Wasn ™ € t the best disinfectant in my actions. I lost or forgot arts often - a habit that would have a serious effect on my later life. Again, another story for later consumption).

Bribing a lower rank in the Navy Survival Store equipment was much easier to fill out a mountain of paperwork necessary for reporting missing the replacement of gear.

Then launched the second (last) buckle, dramatically accelerated the decline, and saw the tangled main parachute Assembly, shroud lines, and cover material from me fly like a bird of prey the release of a mouse that was too small to eat.

I put and put one arm behind my back (facing the sky) and assumed a position of â € œreverse free fall, â € ie, instead of the position normal free fall (the face toward the Earth and spread eagle), now seemed more like a dead cockroach.

Ironically, throughout this, I smiled as I rolled.

I've always liked to maneuver during freefall. It is intoxicating and called â € € œrelative work.â It really feels like youâ € ™ re swimming through the air. Itâ € ™ s like doing gymnastics in a strong river, furious. For example, if you hard legs, lift both legs, his body is put in a reverse somersault. If you stick an arm or leg away from the body, turn in that direction. A birthday to me made an ungodly amount of hops and went to sleep that night, exhausted, happy, and dreaming of being Superman.

Supine, was intended as a bird badminton.

And within seconds, I was controlled freefall.

Getting my belly package (reserve parachute), I found the ring traction, and prepared to shoot. In one, the symmetrical movement I pulled the ring with one hand and my arm abducted (moved the arm of my body), while at the same time imitating the same movement with the other arm.

It seemed he was doing the top half of a dancerâ € ™ s ballet pirouette. The reason for this symmetry was aerodynamics. If I didnâ € ™ t copy the movement of the arm drag, the possibility existed that could turn in my stomach from € new "is not a good thing with a reserve of € â € œbelly installation packa.

Experiencing a distortion œtemporal €, â € I saw the flaps of the reserve shooting in slow motion. A small funnel hopper sticking out of the pack and began to remove the remaining material. It all seemed surreal as they slid down a giant synthetic œsilkâ € â € slide in the sky.

(My mind is at the briefing before this leap. Almost like a premonition, I asked [PR Parachute Rigger] What were the procedures of a reserve parachute malfunction.

With an evil grin, said, â € a € Michael Jackson.â oEDo

â € œâ What? â € I asked.

â € œBeat it! Beat it! Beat it! Â € laughed.

œImagine Thata € â € | â €)

After passing silk wall disappeared and all of a sudden shroud lines pulled and punched me in the face.

Despite being a small waterfall, the combination of my Asia under relatively mild and no additional weight Infantry Gear made the booking parachuteâ € ™ s opening clash of becoming a helpless victim television wrestlers. I was the famous â € € œback breakerâ maneuver.

Great.

Previously, the first opening clash main parachute now deceased made me feel like I was being split in half (fork up), and now the Goda € ™ s were trying to bend me half back - as I was a stick chemlight needs to be activated!

Oh well, at least my day was a little better.

I was now under a full reserve parachute, swinging like a box of cargo by air.

- Pondering my PLF --

The next challenge in my list is the task of making a decent PLF (Parachute Landing Fall). The purpose of the FLP was to distribute the shock of landing in the whole body, therefore, in theory, reduce the chance of injury.

But my experiences over the years showed me that even the most perfect PLFâ € ™ s can result in sprains ankles, broken legs, broken clavicles (collar bones), fractured hips, dislocated shoulders, etc.

The landing procedures and PLF textbook is as follows:

1.Maneuver (ox) in the wind, so that the sleeve fall behind you. This is easily done during breaks training. You just have to orient themselves in the opposite direction of the wind, as indicated by a windsock (on land) or a boat ™ € s flag (water). Just think â € œstab same with the windsock or Flaga € and youâ € ™ re into the wind. However, during actual missions, there to use other clues (eg, whitecaps on the waves, swaying tree branches, etc.).
2.Keep their eyes on the horizon â € "donâ € ™ t look down. Looking down makes the bridge incorrectly anticipated impact on the ground because of the illusion of the â € œground rush.â € It also threatens the vertical position needed for a good PLF.
3.Raise hands over his head, hands, and stick to bands parachute all the PLF. This minimizes injuries to shoulders, arms and hands, avoiding the possibility of injury œflailâ â € € - if youâ ™ € being increasingly crushed finger, your toe replace an arm and you know what I mean.
4.Point toes down and bend your knees slightly.
5.Tuck in the head (chin to chest).
6.Upon impact immediately allow the body to roll laterally to either side of that momentum, the wind and terrain your body moves.
7.Spread impact strength of these parts of the body: the balls of your feet, calves, part of the thigh, buttocks, back, shoulder rear.

When done properly, the body should naturally drop and roll, ending in a sitting position and facing his parachute.

But in rather than vertically, laying me back on an angle of 45 degrees. The reserve parachute assigned to my stomach and butt pack absence of forced me to maintain weight as straight as possible constantly pulling my bands.

I felt like I was trapped in œhalf-REPA € â € in a Lat-Pull Down Machine in the gym with a full set of weight stack.

Oh well, the horizon in sight. Iâ € ™ d only have to make do.

- Ay, thata € ™ s € ™ ta drop hurts! --

If you saw the way it landed, youâ € ™ d probably wince with empathy.

Like fans at a football game to witness a particularly nasty hit (tackle), youâ € ™ d say American family probably clichà ©: â € œOuch, thata € ™ s € ™ ta drop hurts!  €

Instead of ball of the feet, calves, quadriceps, glutes, lats, deltoids, and roll, my heels first success.

Then came the vicious impact on the floor in my tailbone (the bone ass).

The next assault was on the back of the head (thank God, my helmet Protech didnâ € ™ t shatter).

I tried standing, but only reached their knees. Everything was a spinning blur. ™ € wasn t sure if my parachute in front of me or behind me.

My question was answered promptly. It was in front of me.

How do I know?

It was re-inflated and started dragging, head to the Along the dirt, grass and rocks of the relegation zone!

Whoosh! A lens of my goggles broke. Now half of my limited vision that seemed a spider web of clay. Fear of plastic chards of my eyes, I closed my eyes and pulled the glasses off my face.

Whack-bang-bang! The side of my helmet keeps bouncing on the uneven ground.

(Another gust of wind.)

I tried to lift his head.

Bad idea.

The wind changed in the second hopper up and began dragging me faster.

Shroud Lines, which had been wrapped around my helmet and neck forced my head down on the stony ground.

Well, now I'ma € ™ m digging a ditch with my face.

œImagine Thata € â € | Â €

(Continued œImagine Thata € â € | [4] â €)

Your friend in this journey called life Intrepid

Carl œJ.C.â € â € Pantejo
Pantejo@ynvurcepublishing.com

Cobra Gold, Thailand, Sexy, Filipino, PT, physical training, Nurse, Doctor, Turf, tantric sex, parachute, reserve parachute, PLF.

Other articles by author:

â € œImagine Thata € | (1) - The Angel of Mercy and Asia Assassins.â €

œImagine Thata € â € | (2) - The hazardous duty pay HDIP incentives: Â Anything for a? Buck â €

â € œAlternative notions of life, a different path, Articles (1) â € "(7). Â € (This is a series of articles that focus on personal improvement, success, and happiness).

â € œExperiences of â € ~ The Flow Series ™ €, Items (1) â € "(23). € Â (This is another series of articles on love, romance, Asian / Western relationships, relationship analysis, and more.)

â € œHow dare! Out of desperation I learned to € Forgiveâ

â € œRemember Who You Are! â €

â € œNeed to heal your broken heart? Keep reading. Overcome Heartbreak and learn the secret of Illusive Happiness.â €

â € œSimple (and Priceless) Life Lessons of the most influential of Mentor prosperity in my life - my Fatherâ €

And much more!

(By Carl œJ.C.â € â € Pantejo Internet and included on all the keyword: [title of article] or œCarl Pantejoâ € â €)

About the Author

He is a retired U.S. Military veteran. Believing that school was too boring, he dropped out of High School early; only to earn an A.A., B.S., and MBA in less than 4 years much later in life – while working full-time as a Navy/Marine Corps Medic. In spite of a fear of heights and deep water, he free-fall parachuted out of airplanes and performed diving ops in very deep, open ocean water. He went to Thailand 2 years ago for a week’s vacation, fell into a teaching job, and has never left!

Carl “J.C.†Pantejo
Pantejo@ynvurcepublishing.com
Founder, Y.N. Vurce Publishing

http://www.ynvurcepublishing.com

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