Blog 35 New Girlfriend(cont), back to my print shop, off to Washington,DC

(If sexual situations bother you ,skip first story in this blog and start at “Back to print shop”

(continuation of dating new 30 year old girlfriend)

We arrived at the apartment and after checking around the place I got two glasses and opened the wine. We sat on the couch with her legs across me. I began messaging them. I could not help it, I just blurted out that I was hypnotized and only wanted to have her. She jumped up and started taking off her clothes while saying,”Well all you had to do is ask!” So we did…a lot.The morning came quickly and it was over. I will just say that I had rug burns in places that did not seem possible.

Every time we went out, we made out. She would show up at my apartment just to have sex. She even tied me up once. Her sexcapades were far ahead of me and one night taking her home to her new apartment, she tried to convince me to have sex while driving down the highway. That is where I put a stop to the kinkiness. It was not just hand stuff, it was 100% sex. I SAID NO.

I am glad that I did not go through with it because she was actually living with an officer and his son, renting a room. I was suppose to believe this. All I thought was that if she was that sexually active, I was not going to be her only person. We broke it off. Why could I not find a decent girl. Once again, I am ashamed to admit that I went back to my old ways of being found by guys and just waited until I moved to Washington, DC. I did this only when I had some drinks in me.

(Back to the Print Shop)

Now, I had to learn everything concerning using the print machines. Like I stated earlier, It was an old machine and had many quirks. If the music was good on the date I was working, I would be dancing and working the machine like a professional. At the end of the day, or if the amount of work caused papers to start blurring, we had to clean the entire machine, including the ink bed.

There was a three-fourths circular wheel with an opening at the other fourth that was used to attach the master page to so that it would set up for copying. I took the wrench and started unscrewing a nut and bolt when my belt hit the START button. The power suddenly pulled the wrench and my left hand into the open part of the wheel. If I had not had the wrench in my hand, I would have had my entire hand ripped off. But, it caught the wrench first and pulled it through to where my hand had hold of it and it pulled my small finger and ring finger into the slot.

The wrench caused a jam in the wheel and it stopped with my two fingers inside. I automatically jerked my hand out and hit the emergency off button. My ring finger was ripped from my fingernail to my second joint. My small finger was broken, with the finger pointing outwards from my second joint up. I felt faint and I yelled for the other guy to come help me. I had no choice but to go to the emergency room. They put about ten stitches in my ring finger and numbed my small finger then popped it back into place. I screamed like a baby. They put a brace on the finger and my wrist, sent me home with pain pills and I returned to work the next day!

The second thing that happened in the print shop was me having a gastric bleed. Earlier, I told you that I kept myself very busy after work. I will remind you……I did Red Cross two Saturdays a month, went camping one weekend a month, went to Boy Scouts every Monday, had Spanish class Tuesday and Thursday every week, worked sixteen hour days every fourth day, went to the beach with my older scouts to learn surfing, and partied and drank in between all this. I began getting a pain in my gut. I would make a joke that I felt like I was getting an ulcer. Well, one day I walked in to work and the other guy said my face looked very pail. I told him that I felt okay and began working. I had to go to the bathroom and I noticed that I had tarry , bloody stools. I told them that I was going to sick bay.

When I saw the doctor, he did a blood test and he told me I was going to be admitted into the hospital immediately. I thought he was over-acting. I went back to my job and passed the information to my officer and my boss. We sat and talked for about thirty minutes. I did the same thing with my friends and, all total, I took about an hour and a half to get to admissions, where again, I began talking with my friends. One friend came from the back with my paperwork, gave it to me and said to go straight to the sixth floor because they have sent a military patrol out looking for me thinking I passed out somewhere. Laughing, I got on the elevator and made it to the sixth floor where I was met by about seven people.

There was one officer that asked if I was Millard Scherzer? I responded with a,”Yes, sir.” He yelled, ” He is here!” and more people came around the bend. They started stripping me right there in the hall. They asked me why it took so long for me to get there, and I told them of my ventures. I, also, asked if they would take me into a room if they were going to keep stripping me? They pulled me into a room, but continued taking my clothes off. Someone started an IV in my upper arm. They started giving me blood. Another one placed a catheter in order for me to use the restroom without getting up. The next doctor placed a nasal tube down my throat through my nose. I got nauseated and began throwing up blood . I began shaking and I said,”This is serious isn’t it?” And someone replied ,”I am glad you are finally taking this seriously!”

I apparently had an intern,as well, because he was trying to insert a direct line to my aorta or carotid while being given orders from someone else. He tried to do it many times and I did not have the right to ask for someone else. He finally got it and they said my bed is ready in the ICU. I was rushed to ICU where a Gastrointestinal doctor was waiting to do an endoscopy. He found that my stomach had an ulcer that was bleeding like a geyser. He told the nurses to prepare me for surgery immediately. He repaired the bleed and I was kept in ICU for four days, then placed into a post-surgery ward for a week. When I got out, I was given thirty days to recover.

It was not that long after that I began getting ready to ship off to Washington, DC for my Nuclear Medicine school (phase one).

(To be continued in blog 36)