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d.: Is that you, Joe? Are you dead? Oh, no. say it ain’t so, Joe.

Let me call this in.

“Yes, I have male Caucasian, approximately forty-five years old. Five, eight inches tall, one hundred forty-five or so pounds. Victim is non-responsive to verbal, tactile, or painful stimuli. I’m starting CPR now.

Please send an ambulance to 34 County Road 10. Cut-N-Shoot, Texas….

JG.: Hey! Stop that! Are you trying to break my ribs? And why did you slap me?!

d.: I’m sorry, Joe, but you were unresponsive, so I tried to wake you up by yelling, then a sternal rub,

and then slapping you to see if you would respond.

When yo did not respond, I started CPR

JG. Well, thank ya, thank y, thank ya very much.

You may have just saved my life. I feel so good now that I’m going to go back to my studio and finish my podcast.

d.: I would advise against that, Joe.\

JG. Are you a doctor?

d.: No, I’m a nurse, but I do know when someone needs help.

JG. Well, I am a doctor, a surgeon, actually, and surgeons know everything! I say that I’m okay…

d.: There’s the ambulance I called for. I would suggest that you get in it and go to the hospital to be checked out.

JG. No, no. I’m a doctor, so I know what’s best…Oh, oh, oh, .OH!

d.: Joe, if you don’t get in that ambulance tonight, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.

JG, Well, I suppose I could confer with another physician.

d.: Here’s looking at..at you,

kid. Play it Sam.

JG.????

C.: Well, another life saved by a nurse. It is a day that ends in Y. Thankfully, it's not the

end

of Joe Groan, so tune in tomorrow for another cat tail(e) right here on Cal.E.'s Korner.