BE CAREFUL!!!

[jsmith]

Yesterday arrived bright and sunny, although somewhat cold, after the
sequence of low pressure systems rolled through the end of last week.
A friend emailed me Sunday morning that she was going to be at the
airport and wanted to know if I wanted to get a closer look at the sun.
I contacted her and made arrangements to meet her at 1 pm.

We were going to fly a 172 to check the operation of the avionics for
some instrument work, but the aircraft on the ramp were snow covered and
we didn't feel like working in single-digit weather to clear the one we
wanted off.

The alternative was to fly one of the hangared aircraft. The snowplows
had cleared the snow up to a foot or so from the hangar doors, but there
were still hard packed snow and icy patches. We raised the hangar door,
she hand shoveled what snow was in front of the airplane while I got the
preheater going.

After 15 minutes, the engine was toasty and ready, so we pulle the plane
out. She pulled her car into the hangar while I drove the preheater back
to the club office. When I returned, she was sumping the tanks (I
thought she had already done that while the preheater was running.) I
pulled my van into the hangar and proceeded to close the hangar door.

When the door was closed, I opened the man door to exit. Looking out, I
saw my friend lying on the ground on her back holding her shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"NO!"
As I am walking over, I ask, "What happened?"
"I slipped as I was coming around the strut to get into the airplane."
"Where does it hurt?'
"My shoulder!"
"Can you sit up?"
"No, it hurts too much!"
"Let me get the van." (I don't think I said anything as stupid as "Stay
still" or "Don't move", but I may have.)
I've been trained in advanced rescue and first aid as part of my job,
but not I am thinking, "How do I handle this?"
So I go back to the hangar, open the door, back my van up besider her.
I get her up to her feet and into the van and ask, "Do you want to sit
up or lay down?"
She said lying down would feel better so she lays down on the back seat.
The airport has a firestation at the entrance, so I drive to that.
I get out of the van, knock on the door, a fireman comes, "I need a
paramedic, my friend fell on the ice."
Three of them come out, ask some questions, and move her inside.
She is sitting up, the pain so intense you can see it on her face and
hear it in the weakness of her voice.
The EMT/Paramedics are checking her shoulder, asking the pertinent
questions and finally decide to transport her to the ER. They place her
arm in a sling and tie it close to her body to immobilize it.
I don't recall what the parmedic said to my friend, but she asked, "Are
you a doctor?"
Being a smart mouth, I blurt out, "No, but I stayed at a Holiday Inn
once." To which one of the other EMT's smiled and said, "I was thinking
the same thing."
I excused myself at that point to get her car out of the hangar and gear
out of the airplane so line service can put the airplane back in the
hangar. I tell them I will meet them at the hospital.
The injury occurred at 2:10 pm. We arrived at the hospital at 3:00pm
By the time I got back to examining room to be with her it was 3:30 pm.
The nurse had done the prep work, the ER doc had done the triage, now
the waiting game began.
The nurse hooks her up to the monitors. Morphine for the pain. We waited
for someone from radiology to come get her so they could take some
pictures and evaluate what was wrong. More waiting. The nurse brought in
warm blankets. More waiting. The nurse comes back to check several
times. It's a dislocated shoulder, nothing is broken. Someone will come
to pop it back into place. More waiting. The ER doc comes back, pops it
into place (pretty neat to watch!). More waiting. Someone from radiology
comes back to take her to get more pictures to see it everything is
where it should be. They bring her back. More waiting. Everything looks
good, they are processing release paperwork.
Four hours later, she is discharged at 7:00 pm.
I took her home. She had been feeling better and thought she might like
something to eat, so I get her some tea and salad (wrong thing to do.)
The drugs were wearing off and post tramatic shock was setting in. She
qot nauseaus with the usual results. Then she started feeling tired.

My wife and I decide to drive her home. It's off to the airport,
transfer to her car, my wife follows us to her house. By the time we get
back to our house it's 9:30 pm.
And that, dear friends is how I spent my alloted flying time, yesterday.

[Gig Giacona]

I hope your friend feels better soon. I've had a dislocated shoulder and he
cure hurts worse than the injury.

But, this all just begs the question. Why do you choose to live where
common. Reminds me of a joke I heard back when "Feed The World" was a hit.
"We have desert in the US. We don't live there. We don't need to be sending
these poor people food. We need to be sending them U-Hauls"

It's a cold day here. I think the high is going to only reach 50.

Gig



"jsmith" > wrote in message
...
> Yesterday arrived bright and sunny, although somewhat cold, after the
> sequence of low pressure systems rolled through the end of last week.
> A friend emailed me Sunday morning that she was going to be at the airport
> and wanted to know if I wanted to get a closer look at the sun.
> I contacted her and made arrangements to meet her at 1 pm.
>
> We were going to fly a 172 to check the operation of the avionics for some
> instrument work, but the aircraft on the ramp were snow covered and we
> didn't feel like working in single-digit weather to clear the one we
> wanted off.
>
> The alternative was to fly one of the hangared aircraft. The snowplows had
> cleared the snow up to a foot or so from the hangar doors, but there were
> still hard packed snow and icy patches. We raised the hangar door, she
> hand shoveled what snow was in front of the airplane while I got the
> preheater going.
>
> After 15 minutes, the engine was toasty and ready, so we pulle the plane
> out. She pulled her car into the hangar while I drove the preheater back
> to the club office. When I returned, she was sumping the tanks (I thought
> she had already done that while the preheater was running.) I pulled my
> van into the hangar and proceeded to close the hangar door.
>
> When the door was closed, I opened the man door to exit. Looking out, I
> saw my friend lying on the ground on her back holding her shoulder.
> "Are you okay?"
> "NO!"
> As I am walking over, I ask, "What happened?"
> "I slipped as I was coming around the strut to get into the airplane."
> "Where does it hurt?'
> "My shoulder!"
> "Can you sit up?"
> "No, it hurts too much!"
> "Let me get the van." (I don't think I said anything as stupid as "Stay
> still" or "Don't move", but I may have.)
> I've been trained in advanced rescue and first aid as part of my job, but
> not I am thinking, "How do I handle this?"
> So I go back to the hangar, open the door, back my van up besider her.
> I get her up to her feet and into the van and ask, "Do you want to sit up
> or lay down?"
> She said lying down would feel better so she lays down on the back seat.
> The airport has a firestation at the entrance, so I drive to that.
> I get out of the van, knock on the door, a fireman comes, "I need a
> paramedic, my friend fell on the ice."
> Three of them come out, ask some questions, and move her inside.
> She is sitting up, the pain so intense you can see it on her face and hear
> it in the weakness of her voice.
> The EMT/Paramedics are checking her shoulder, asking the pertinent
> questions and finally decide to transport her to the ER. They place her
> arm in a sling and tie it close to her body to immobilize it.
> I don't recall what the parmedic said to my friend, but she asked, "Are
> you a doctor?"
> Being a smart mouth, I blurt out, "No, but I stayed at a Holiday Inn
> once." To which one of the other EMT's smiled and said, "I was thinking
> the same thing."
> I excused myself at that point to get her car out of the hangar and gear
> out of the airplane so line service can put the airplane back in the
> hangar. I tell them I will meet them at the hospital.
> The injury occurred at 2:10 pm. We arrived at the hospital at 3:00pm
> By the time I got back to examining room to be with her it was 3:30 pm.
> The nurse had done the prep work, the ER doc had done the triage, now the
> waiting game began.
> The nurse hooks her up to the monitors. Morphine for the pain. We waited
> for someone from radiology to come get her so they could take some
> pictures and evaluate what was wrong. More waiting. The nurse brought in
> warm blankets. More waiting. The nurse comes back to check several times.
> It's a dislocated shoulder, nothing is broken. Someone will come to pop it
> back into place. More waiting. The ER doc comes back, pops it into place
> (pretty neat to watch!). More waiting. Someone from radiology comes back
> to take her to get more pictures to see it everything is where it should
> be. They bring her back. More waiting. Everything looks good, they are
> processing release paperwork.
> Four hours later, she is discharged at 7:00 pm.
> I took her home. She had been feeling better and thought she might like
> something to eat, so I get her some tea and salad (wrong thing to do.)
> The drugs were wearing off and post tramatic shock was setting in. She qot
> nauseaus with the usual results. Then she started feeling tired.
>
> My wife and I decide to drive her home. It's off to the airport, transfer
> to her car, my wife follows us to her house. By the time we get back to
> our house it's 9:30 pm.
> And that, dear friends is how I spent my alloted flying time, yesterday.
>

[houstondan]

i hope this is a stupid question but sometime i specialize in those:
would the faa believe that was a "reportable event"??


dan

[steve.t]

Thanks, you actually hit the point I was about to inquire about. It
actually sounds like it is since there was an injury that required more
than minor treatment.

Later,
Steve.T
PP ASEL/Instrument

[Gary Drescher]

"steve.t" > wrote in message
oups.com...
> Thanks, you actually hit the point I was about to inquire about. It
> actually sounds like it is since there was an injury that required more
> than minor treatment.

No, the requirements for reporting aviation accidents and incidents to the
NTSB are set forth in Title 49, Chapter VIII, part 830
(http://www.access.gpo.gov/nara/cfr/waisidx/49cfr830.html). First of all,
only injuries incurred on board an aircraft are reportable. Second, a
dislocated shoulder, even if it is caused by a plane crash, is not a serious
enough injury to make the event reportable (unless it causes "severe" nerve,
muscle, or tendon damange, or requires hospitalization for more than 48
hours).

--Gary

>
> Later,
> Steve.T
> PP ASEL/Instrument
>

[Rob Montgomery]

According to NTSB 830, it's not an accident unless it occurs "... between
the time any person boards the aircraft with the intention of flight and all
such persons have disembarked...".

As he was exiting the hangar and she was lying on the ground, I would
suspect that neither of them had boarded. Therefore, I doubt it's
reportable. (Unless, of course, someone else, unmentioned in the original
post, was already inside the aircraft, but even then I'd doubt it.)

-Rob

"steve.t" > wrote in message
oups.com...
> Thanks, you actually hit the point I was about to inquire about. It
> actually sounds like it is since there was an injury that required more
> than minor treatment.
>
> Later,
> Steve.T
> PP ASEL/Instrument
>

[dave]

You're a good friend jsmith.

Dave
68 7ECA

jsmith wrote:
> Yesterday arrived bright and sunny, although somewhat cold, after the
> sequence of low pressure systems rolled through the end of last week.
> A friend emailed me Sunday morning that she was going to be at the
> airport and wanted to know if I wanted to get a closer look at the sun.
> I contacted her and made arrangements to meet her at 1 pm.
>
> We were going to fly a 172 to check the operation of the avionics for
> some instrument work, but the aircraft on the ramp were snow covered and
> we didn't feel like working in single-digit weather to clear the one we
> wanted off.
>
> The alternative was to fly one of the hangared aircraft. The snowplows
> had cleared the snow up to a foot or so from the hangar doors, but there
> were still hard packed snow and icy patches. We raised the hangar door,
> she hand shoveled what snow was in front of the airplane while I got the
> preheater going.
>
> After 15 minutes, the engine was toasty and ready, so we pulle the plane
> out. She pulled her car into the hangar while I drove the preheater back
> to the club office. When I returned, she was sumping the tanks (I
> thought she had already done that while the preheater was running.) I
> pulled my van into the hangar and proceeded to close the hangar door.
>
> When the door was closed, I opened the man door to exit. Looking out, I
> saw my friend lying on the ground on her back holding her shoulder.
> "Are you okay?"
> "NO!"
> As I am walking over, I ask, "What happened?"
> "I slipped as I was coming around the strut to get into the airplane."
> "Where does it hurt?'
> "My shoulder!"
> "Can you sit up?"
> "No, it hurts too much!"
> "Let me get the van." (I don't think I said anything as stupid as "Stay
> still" or "Don't move", but I may have.)
> I've been trained in advanced rescue and first aid as part of my job,
> but not I am thinking, "How do I handle this?"
> So I go back to the hangar, open the door, back my van up besider her.
> I get her up to her feet and into the van and ask, "Do you want to sit
> up or lay down?"
> She said lying down would feel better so she lays down on the back seat.
> The airport has a firestation at the entrance, so I drive to that.
> I get out of the van, knock on the door, a fireman comes, "I need a
> paramedic, my friend fell on the ice."
> Three of them come out, ask some questions, and move her inside.
> She is sitting up, the pain so intense you can see it on her face and
> hear it in the weakness of her voice.
> The EMT/Paramedics are checking her shoulder, asking the pertinent
> questions and finally decide to transport her to the ER. They place her
> arm in a sling and tie it close to her body to immobilize it.
> I don't recall what the parmedic said to my friend, but she asked, "Are
> you a doctor?"
> Being a smart mouth, I blurt out, "No, but I stayed at a Holiday Inn
> once." To which one of the other EMT's smiled and said, "I was thinking
> the same thing."
> I excused myself at that point to get her car out of the hangar and gear
> out of the airplane so line service can put the airplane back in the
> hangar. I tell them I will meet them at the hospital.
> The injury occurred at 2:10 pm. We arrived at the hospital at 3:00pm
> By the time I got back to examining room to be with her it was 3:30 pm.
> The nurse had done the prep work, the ER doc had done the triage, now
> the waiting game began.
> The nurse hooks her up to the monitors. Morphine for the pain. We waited
> for someone from radiology to come get her so they could take some
> pictures and evaluate what was wrong. More waiting. The nurse brought in
> warm blankets. More waiting. The nurse comes back to check several
> times. It's a dislocated shoulder, nothing is broken. Someone will come
> to pop it back into place. More waiting. The ER doc comes back, pops it
> into place (pretty neat to watch!). More waiting. Someone from radiology
> comes back to take her to get more pictures to see it everything is
> where it should be. They bring her back. More waiting. Everything looks
> good, they are processing release paperwork.
> Four hours later, she is discharged at 7:00 pm.
> I took her home. She had been feeling better and thought she might like
> something to eat, so I get her some tea and salad (wrong thing to do.)
> The drugs were wearing off and post tramatic shock was setting in. She
> qot nauseaus with the usual results. Then she started feeling tired.
>
> My wife and I decide to drive her home. It's off to the airport,
> transfer to her car, my wife follows us to her house. By the time we get
> back to our house it's 9:30 pm.
> And that, dear friends is how I spent my alloted flying time, yesterday.
>

[[email protected]]

jsmith wrote:
> Yesterday arrived bright and sunny, although somewhat cold, after the

> sequence of low pressure systems rolled through the end of last week.
> A friend emailed me Sunday morning that she was going to be at the
> airport and wanted to know if I wanted to get a closer look at the
sun.
> I contacted her and made arrangements to meet her at 1 pm.
>
> We were going to fly a 172 to check the operation of the avionics for

> some instrument work, but the aircraft on the ramp were snow covered
and
> we didn't feel like working in single-digit weather to clear the one
we
> wanted off.
>
> The alternative was to fly one of the hangared aircraft. The
snowplows
> had cleared the snow up to a foot or so from the hangar doors, but
there
> were still hard packed snow and icy patches. We raised the hangar
door,
> she hand shoveled what snow was in front of the airplane while I got
the
> preheater going.
>
> After 15 minutes, the engine was toasty and ready, so we pulle the
plane
> out. She pulled her car into the hangar while I drove the preheater
back
> to the club office. When I returned, she was sumping the tanks (I
> thought she had already done that while the preheater was running.) I

> pulled my van into the hangar and proceeded to close the hangar door.
>
> When the door was closed, I opened the man door to exit. Looking out,
I
> saw my friend lying on the ground on her back holding her shoulder.
> "Are you okay?"
> "NO!"
> As I am walking over, I ask, "What happened?"
> "I slipped as I was coming around the strut to get into the
airplane."
> "Where does it hurt?'
> "My shoulder!"
> "Can you sit up?"
> "No, it hurts too much!"
> "Let me get the van." (I don't think I said anything as stupid as
"Stay
> still" or "Don't move", but I may have.)
> I've been trained in advanced rescue and first aid as part of my job,

> but not I am thinking, "How do I handle this?"
> So I go back to the hangar, open the door, back my van up besider
her.
> I get her up to her feet and into the van and ask, "Do you want to
sit
> up or lay down?"
> She said lying down would feel better so she lays down on the back
seat.
> The airport has a firestation at the entrance, so I drive to that.
> I get out of the van, knock on the door, a fireman comes, "I need a
> paramedic, my friend fell on the ice."
> Three of them come out, ask some questions, and move her inside.
> She is sitting up, the pain so intense you can see it on her face and

> hear it in the weakness of her voice.
> The EMT/Paramedics are checking her shoulder, asking the pertinent
> questions and finally decide to transport her to the ER. They place
her
> arm in a sling and tie it close to her body to immobilize it.
> I don't recall what the parmedic said to my friend, but she asked,
"Are
> you a doctor?"
> Being a smart mouth, I blurt out, "No, but I stayed at a Holiday Inn
> once." To which one of the other EMT's smiled and said, "I was
thinking
> the same thing."
> I excused myself at that point to get her car out of the hangar and
gear
> out of the airplane so line service can put the airplane back in the
> hangar. I tell them I will meet them at the hospital.
> The injury occurred at 2:10 pm. We arrived at the hospital at 3:00pm
> By the time I got back to examining room to be with her it was 3:30
pm.
> The nurse had done the prep work, the ER doc had done the triage, now

> the waiting game began.
> The nurse hooks her up to the monitors. Morphine for the pain. We
waited
> for someone from radiology to come get her so they could take some
> pictures and evaluate what was wrong. More waiting. The nurse brought
in
> warm blankets. More waiting. The nurse comes back to check several
> times. It's a dislocated shoulder, nothing is broken. Someone will
come
> to pop it back into place. More waiting. The ER doc comes back, pops
it
> into place (pretty neat to watch!). More waiting. Someone from
radiology
> comes back to take her to get more pictures to see it everything is
> where it should be. They bring her back. More waiting. Everything
looks
> good, they are processing release paperwork.
> Four hours later, she is discharged at 7:00 pm.
> I took her home. She had been feeling better and thought she might
like
> something to eat, so I get her some tea and salad (wrong thing to
do.)
> The drugs were wearing off and post tramatic shock was setting in.
She
> qot nauseaus with the usual results. Then she started feeling tired.
>
> My wife and I decide to drive her home. It's off to the airport,
> transfer to her car, my wife follows us to her house. By the time we
get
> back to our house it's 9:30 pm.
> And that, dear friends is how I spent my alloted flying time,
yesterday.

Sounds like SOP at JAC.. been darn slippery lately. You are a good
friend for sure.. Hope she feels better soon..

[C J Campbell]

"Gig Giacona" > wrote in message
...
> I hope your friend feels better soon. I've had a dislocated shoulder and
he
> cure hurts worse than the injury.
>
> But, this all just begs the question. Why do you choose to live where
> common. Reminds me of a joke I heard back when "Feed The World" was a hit.
> "We have desert in the US. We don't live there. We don't need to be
sending
> these poor people food. We need to be sending them U-Hauls"

They are starving in Phoenix?

[gatt]

"Gig Giacona" > wrote in message
...
> I hope your friend feels better soon. I've had a dislocated shoulder and
he
> cure hurts worse than the injury.
>
> But, this all just begs the question. Why do you choose to live where
> common. Reminds me of a joke I heard back when "Feed The World" was a hit.
> "We have desert in the US. We don't live there. We don't need to be
sending
> these poor people food. We need to be sending them U-Hauls"

Hehe. Sam Kinneson. "GET YOUR SH!T! GET YOUR KIDS! WE'RE MAKING ONE
TRIP!!! You're starving because you're LIVING IN THE DESERT!!!"

-c