Monthly Archives: February 2006



Ok, no more ice in restaurants. I. Mean. Ever.

Fast-Food Ice Dirtier Than Toilet Water

Feb. 20, 2006 ó Jasmine Roberts never expected her award-winning middle school science project to get so much attention. But the project produced some disturbing
results: 70 percent of the time, ice from fast food restaurants was dirtier than toilet water.

The 12-year-old collected ice samples from five restaurants in South Florida ó from both self-serve machines inside the restaurant and from drive-thru windows.
She then collected toilet water samples from the same restaurants and tested all of them for bacteria at the University of South Florida.

In several cases, the ice tested positive for E. coli bacteria, which comes from human waste and has been linked to several illness outbreaks across the

“These [bacteria] don’t belong there,” said Dr. David Katz, medical contributor to “Good Morning America.” “It’s not cause for panic, although it is alarming
because what she found is nothing new. You’re not more likely to get sick now. But she’s done us a favor by sounding the alarm.”

Both Roberts and Katz said that the ice is likely dirtier because machines aren’t cleaned and people use unwashed hands to scoop ice. Toilet water is also
surprisingly bacteria-free, because it comes from sanitized city water supplies.


CERT Training – Final Exercise

CERT Training – Final Exercise

Wow. Iím tired.

I just got back from our final exercise for CERT Training. It was pretty realistic and definitely slightly stressful, but we did all right.

I was picked to be the team leader and so had to tell everyone else what to do. Our scenario was that we were asked by the fire department to assist with the search of the County Administration Building whih suffered damage as a result of an F-2 tornado moving through town.

We got off to a slightly rocky start with 5 people trying to shut off a gas main. Once we got more into the swing of things everyone relaxed a little and started working together. Two teams began an initial triage of the victims inside the area we were searching while we established a treatment area outside.

We began removing victims and treating them in the treatment area. We had a slight error on triage when someone mistaged a delayed victim as an immediate, but we learned from it.

I think our biggest mistake came from mistreating a victim who had a copound fracture of the left femur. He also had blood on his shirt. The team initially treated him for an abdominal wound, missing the fact that he was bleeding out from his Femoral Artery. Unfortunately. by the time the medical team caught the problem in the treatment area, the pt had lost too much blood and died.

After we finished the exercise, we debriefed and critiqued several things. We all had areas where we could have done better, and hopefully with practice we will.

I received a nice compliment from ďA,Ē a local EMT who was a victim and also critiqued our medical performance. She said she was slightly apprehensive when ďNĒ her SO and one of our instructors said that the guy who was to be team leader was blind, but she said she was impressed and I did a nice job. I was glad to hear it. I als learned quite a bit of useful medical advice from her during the exercise.

All of us passed and we are now members of CERT Team 3.

Firsts and Lasts

Firsts and Lasts

Stole this from Snowflake.


First real best friend:

My cousin Emily We used to do verything together when we were kids.

First school:

Sunshine Mountain pre-school. If that doesnít count, Jefferso Lighthouse Elementary.

First cell phone:

It was a brick. I think it was a Motorola.

First funeral:

My Momís fatherís when I was 6.

First pet:

When I was a kid we had a Springer Spaniel named Sachmo.

First piercing/tattoo:

I am still unblemished.

First big trip:

In 7th grade I went wit my school to Washington D.C. for a week.

First flight:

I canít remember. I know I flew to New Orleans when I was two.

First time out of the country?

This coming July when we go on the cruise. Iím just hoping they let me back in.

First date:

I took C to a dance in high school. I think my first real date was when we went to A&W for dinner one night. Iím pretty sure it was like a year after we started dating. Actually, I think it was the second time we dated. Wow, high school was a strange time.

First job:

My sophomore year of high school R, Sas, Snowflake, and I worked for two weeks helping with a summer school program. Remember the Madlibs? There is also at least one story in there about a giant basket and the schoolís swimming pool.


Last person you hugged:

My wife this morning befoe she left.

Last car ride:

Last night coming home from training.

Last time you cried?

My wedding maybe? Donít know.

Last movie you watched:

I donít remember if Iíve seen anything since The Chronicles of Narnia.

Last person of the opposite sex that you talked to:

My wife.

Last shirt worn:

The maroon turtle neck I slept in.

Last phone call:

Called a customer to set up an appointment next week.

Last instant message:

Ryan last night. We were talking about a racing game we never got around to playing.

Last thing you touched:

The spot on my face that I shaved rather badly this morning.

Last Funeral:

My Great Grandmotherís memorial service.

Last time at the mall:

I try to forget traumatic experiences, but Iím pretty sure it was a few weeks ago when I had to buy new steel toed boots.

Last time you were excited about something:

Last week when I was at Dispatch. Man I want to work there.

Last person you saw:

My wife. I guess I donít get ot much :-).

Last thing you drank:

A glass of Pepsi.

Last person that broke your heart:

Wow, Iím pretty sure I did most of the heart breaking. Which means there are probably some angry girls just lurking around the corner waitig to stomp on me with those evil, big, stompy high heeld shoe things they wear. Or, hopefully, not. I still love most of you, just not like that……. ďNo! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!Ē

CERT Training – Night Ten

CERT Training – Night Ten

Last night we did another exercise in preparation for Saturdayís final class activity. We had to suit up, and run through an entire mission from size-up to medical treatment. The only difference between last nightís drill and Saturdayís, and donít get me wrong it will make a huge difference, was there were only cards and not real, simulated, victims.

Once we completed the initial size-up, my partner and I were assigned to the medical treatment area. We had to re-triage an treat the victims brought in by the search and rescue teams.

We did pretty well with only a couple of victims being miss triaged into the wrong category. Definitey going to go over our triage cards before te next class.

Iím thinking of volunteering to be the team leader on Thursday because I think I saw some things that could have been done better, and Iíd like to try to see if Iím right, or just looking at it from a different prospective.

The rest of the night was Disaster Psychology. We were given some suggestions on dealing with stress and how to cope after a disaster. We were also taught what not to say to victims and how to handle a dead victim.

My favorite quote of the night comes from the exercise. Note that Super Cop is not actually a police officer, but thinks he is.

Super Cop: This guyís dead.
Me: No, actually not. Heíll probably lose both legs, but heís still breathing.

The patient was presented as having been trapped under a wall. Both lower extremities were crushed, feet blue and cold, no distal pulses. Nowhere was it said that he was not breathing. Almost certainly a red tag straight to the nearest level one trauma center, but not, at that moment, headed to the morgue.



Itís time for a brand new feature here on the Tiger Tales Net Extravaganza. Here, for your enjoyment, amusement, or general boredom, is the puzzle of the week. Figure it out and you might win a cookie. Or not, but weíll see.

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The triage exercise tonight got me thinking about a couple of things. Like, why Iím not as assertive as I should be. After the drill, I was self-critiquing and trying to figure out how we could have done better. I realized that I should have corrected my partner when I realized that he was on the wrong track instead of waiting for the instructor to prompt us tat we were doing I wrong. In the process I was asking myself.

Why didnít I say anything? Was I too worried about criticizing a guy who is old enough to be my father and who was a First Responder? Why do I keep my moth shut when I know what we need to do? Am I afraid that Iíll look like a smart mouth punk? Am I worried that Iíll be wrong and look stupid for making a suggestion?

Geez! I sometimes feel like Iím still a nerdy, awkward, teenager who isnít sure where they fit in. Thatís a little ridiculous I guess.

Itís not just tonight. I never know when to speak, when to shut up, or how to tell the difference. Iím the president of the board of directors where my wife works and I know all kinds of operational problems going on that need to be fixed and I donít say anything  for fear of recrimination against her. I need to speak up though. The things going on are affecting the public image of the organization and if they arenít corrected, will seriously affect the way we can do business. I want to speak up, but this is a case of not knowing what to say. I hear things fro outside the company, but because of her job I worry that the management will just assume sheís telling me things. It is a rather strange position to be in since many board members donít have a clue whatíd going on. Iím tempted to step aside, but I know if I do, who ever takes over will do less than I am now.


Sometimes, lately, I just have no clue what Iím dong.

All right. Enough griping. Iím going to bed.

CERT Training – Night Eight

CERT Training – Night Eight

We started the evning off with another triage exercise. We were paired up and had to enter an area where a simulated explosion had occurred. We were to triage the patients and report back to the team leader with their conditions.

We got off to a slightly rocky start but got the hang of it. We had 3 patients, one was triaged into each category. It took a moment for my partner to get passed triaging by the nature of the injury rather than the START Triage method, but we got it.

Weíve been promised at least one more triage drill before next Saturdayís final drill.

The remainder of the evening was spent on learning to conduct a head-to-toe assessment on a patient once they have been moved to the treatment area and learning to splint fractures.

This was all good information and we were sent home with instructions to do 4 assessments on someone and practice splinting before the next class.

During the class the printer that spits out weather bulletins kept going off. We had a line of severe storms building that hit our area about 22:15 and caused a Severe Thunderstorm Warning for the next hour. I brought up an informal spotter net since it was February and most of our people were crashed for the evening. Experience says during the summer, I should get more people, but I hope that proves true since one spotter cannot cover the entire county. It was good practice if nothing else.