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Adrenaline Junkies A Paramedic Nightmare
By Craig Alan Hartpence
Last edited: Friday, May 29, 2009
Posted: Thursday, January 24, 2008

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Question: Is this book based on real events and situations or is it completely based on fiction.

This adventure is based on many years of things witnessed, actual emergency calls that were traumatizing to the mind and lots of fiction. For some reason a year or so ago the author began having nightmares, reliving incidents and stories told around the station. The author, which had been a paramedic during the 70's and 80's, began his career at the beginning of the paramedic profession. Standard First Aiders and Emergency Medical Technicians (EMT orderlies) ran the ambulance service for years till around the end of the 70's. Running fast,racing to calls, loading and go, racing to the hospital. It was time for an upgrade in the care and transportation of the sick and injuried. Paramedics were created. This was also a time when drinking, drugs and sex were more liberal. Some transport services had paid personnel, the rest were volunteer fire departments without rules, drinking/driving was not against the lawduring those times, easy access to prescription medication and sterile needles to administer it. It was a job with a limited amount of people governing the actions of the service. Basically autonomy with benefits. Sometimes throughout your career you are involved in training situations which a scenario is fictitiously created. If you are the creator of the scenario you use actual events to base your actions. If you create enough scenario's your mind you begin to live them in your dreams. This is one of those dreams which continued for 3 weeks. It was like the a book opened after I had read an email sent to me. As it continued each day I would remember each dream with great clarity and detail. It is unusual to remember your nightmares in such detail after you awake. One night, in the middle of one of the nightmares. It was like the book closed, the nightmare ending. Then there was just darkness, couldn't remember anything after that. I began to type what I remembered about each dream which unfolded into chapters. I wrote a first draft manuscript from beginning to end in three weeks as if I had already wrote it. During my typing phase I hadn't review what I had written. Just typed. I was very nervous as I began to read what I had written. Other than spelling errors it appeared that I had wrote an actual book. One that would keep the readers attention. Each chapter, one upping itself till the finish. I decided to test the waters by letting certain trusted individuals from different walks of life review it. The reviews I had receive were amazing. The commonality each person shared was that they believed through the eyes of the first person storyteller that this book was very real. It captured their interest immediately and read it to the finishing line. Their question being: "Could this have really happened?" Here is a readers exerpt: "Adrenaline Junkies" A Paramedic Nightmare It was a very secluded 85acre estate on a lake in the middle of nowhere. This was a palace; the main house has sixteen bedrooms, 14 full bathrooms, an indoor tennis court, Olympic size indoor swimming pool, an indoor theater, and a ten-foot security wall with a gated front entrance that surrounded the property. This would be my first high-class playboy type party. Complete with water skiing, sailing, and mini-jet boats. This was going to be a blast. As I came up to the guard shack the guard stopped and asked for my I.D. “What's you club name? If you do not have a club name, do you have reservations or a personal invitation.” I told him this was my first time at this party, I guess my club name would be HotPants or Pants. The guard asked me to stay put while he checked the guest list. The guard returned and said, “Yes, you are clear to go to the clubhouse. Go to the end of the road, turn left and around bearing to the right. The first building on your left is where you will be staying. After unloading your luggage, the pre-game party will be held in the formal dining area, game time is . 1900 hrs, The event will be held in the theater section of the house. If you have any questions use any of the courtesy phones throughout the estate. Have a nice day. This was something I didn’t expect. I arrived at the clubhouse and found several people I knew who had already began the party festivities. Apparently this clubhouse was a private, separate place, for the 1101 club members. In the house was a place to obtain your party supplies and alcohol, food was being served at the main house and the game was to be viewed in the indoor theater section of the main house. One thing I immediately notice was the amount of young women wondering around dressed in skimpy bikinis. As I entered the main house I found J.F. and Dick talking to some honey’s from the Trauma Center. Hey Dick, Hey J.F. when did you arrive? Dick said he came straight from work and J.F. said he had arrived about an hour before I did. J.F. said, “Let me show you around”. As we wondered through the house, I noticed, a few people had IV’s going, smoking joints. They appeared to be hammered already. J.F. pointing,“This is the main bar, there should be some diet coke’s behind the counter to make your Slim Jack’s. I had them ordered just for you. As the night progresses the party will get a little wild. The rule is that you cannot leave without going through the Boo-box and passing the Breathalyzer test.” The Boo-box was where people, who had been drinking and doing drugs, could detoxify prior to going home. If you planned to consume alcohol or drugs you were required to leave your car keys with the Boo box attendant. There were enough rooms that you could stay the night and leave the next morning. The point was no one could operate a vehicle under the influence of any mind-altering drugs or alcohol. This appeared to be a great plan. I wasn’t interested in getting blitzed. My goal was to take advantage of the females who were. I had my own room if I wished to have a friend or friends spend the night. A 19-year olds dream party. Dick said, “ Hey Pants, ready to get spiked?” I wasn’t sure what that meant but I guess I would go along with the flow, “OK where do we go?” Dick said “Follow me to the clubhouse”. I trusted these individuals with my life and figured they wouldn’t do anything to harm me. We arrived at the clubhouse entering a secluded room. Above the doorway was a sign “The Kings and Queens of 1101.” As we walked inside you immediately notice several large blue bottles marked nitrous oxide. Dick told me to grab a garbage bag and fill it with nitrous, Nancy was going to start an IV on me with a small bore catheter. I told Dick that I was not really interested in having that done but I would try the nitrous. Dick told me to have a seat, didn’t want me to fall down. “Now hold the open part of the bag up to your mouth and breathe deeply.” The next thing I new I was floating in a dream state. As my mind started to clear I noticed I was attached to an IV bag. This concerned me… really concerned me. Though I thought I could handle it, What’s in the IV bag? Dick said “We’ve mixed 1 gram of pharmaceutical cocaine in a 500cc bag of Normal Saline, making it 2mg per cc.” We usually start at 15gtts (drops) per minute. When you have had enough or want to participate in an activity just flush the lock and cap it off . That should last you for a while though. Take another hit off the nitrous bag.” Things began to feel great and I had no control over what was happening. As the day progressed I began doing things I wouldn’t have normally done. Drinking slim jack’s, smoking hash, Jamaican red, injecting small amounts of morphine sulfate through my port, I was trashed. Th en the real fun began. I wasn’t much into football. At game time I went and sat in the Jacuzzi to relax. After a few minutes of relaxation, three gorgeous, almost naked ladies, who were also not interested in football joined me in the jacuzzi. I had never seen these women before. They introduced themselves and asked if I would mind if they joined me? Hell no I didn’t mind, it was an unbelievable experience, Sure Ladies, I kind of giggled, I’m nineteen years old with one hell of an imagination and hormones to match. Once again, I had let my alligator mouth over run my hummingbird ass. I figure that if I died what better line to stand in but the sex line. Not even a second thought their bathing suits came off. Next,my suit came off . I was so blitz, all I could do was sit back, enjoy the experience. While I was being killed I heard some friends of the ladies yell, “Come and join us in the skinny dipping pool when you’re done.” I figured O.K. lets have some fun. As I walked out to the pool there were naked bodies everywhere, it was a mass orgy. I then knew I was over my head in this picture. Th e last thing I remembered was swimming in the pool before passing out. I woke sometime in the middle of the night, having to use the bathroom. I noticed I was in my room with about 10 other naked people passed out. Trying not to wake anyone I got dressed and went out to see what was going on at the main house. I tried to figure out how I got to my room from the pool. Oh! a mystery. The party was still in full swing at the main house. Th e band was playing, people dancing. I was blitzed. I could still walk, keeping a forward tilt. It’s kind of like your brain is in control but your body doesn’t respond quite right. I noticed that my IV had been removed and a Band-Aid was placed on my arm. I wasn’t going to do that again, too high too quickly for me. I decided to get something to eat. As I went into the main house I saw JF, Dick and Stub in the dinning area. Their plates were full, looked like good food. JF asked, “You disappear, where did you go?” I explained, The last thing I remembered was being in the pool, I guess I past out, Next thing I knew was waking up in my room with several other people. They appeared to be extremely trashed. There was a guy standing at the door when I left, he asked “Are you ready to get back into the game?” I told him I was all right, just needed to eat. JF change the subject, “Well, when you’re ready, let me know. I have someone for you to meet, they were looking for you earlier.” I was puzzled “O.K. who might that be?” JF said “The Timerson twins, from the downtown hospital, they want to make a porn flick with you." I asked, “Who?” with a double take. All of a sudden this nice looking black girl, dressed in a plastic see through dress, fell to the floor. She apparently had to many party favorites. One minute later there were two gentlemen, dressed in suits, started attending to her. One had a radio and began to converse with someone. The Gentlemen said, “Hey we have a guest that has passed out near the dinning hall entrance. She appears not to be part of the club, just a guest. Awaiting further instructions.” You then hear, “Take her to the Boo-box. Give her 1000cc of Normal Saline, .08 of Narcan, check her EKG, wait an hour or two and have her take the Breathalyzer. If she passes send her home, if she becomes unstable, contact medical control to have the patient transported ” “So that’s how I got back to my room.” "Adrenaline Junkies" The Trial of the 1101 Club will be the sequel to "Adrenaline Junkies" A Paramedic Nightmare coming out some time in November.  


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Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader) 7/12/2008
What a party! A scary one too with all those drugs! I am so sheltered! lol The only drug I've ever seen was marajuana ... Wonderfully written, Craig ...

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