something fishy

as much as possible, i never whine about the food i eat here at the rig but imagine yourself eating the same prepared food every other day seems unbearable.  the thing is, i cannot complain for the only thing i eat is fish and seafood (i practice pescetarianism) and our catering’s food supply is limited.  people here don’t like eating fish – everyone are carnivores!

.. maybe i’m just missing my ma, i miss her home-cooked meals back home.

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tragedy

i really did not want to talk about it, but my therapist friend advised me to do so for it can help me a lot.  i told him then and he was right, in some way it helped me ease through that feeling i was having.  after a week of that tragic accident in my workplace i thought i’ll put in my blog what had happened.

i was awaken by loud pounding on my door, as i opened it i knew something was terribly wrong.  oscar, our derrickman was screaming “patay si mathew!” (“mathew is dead!”).  my heart was racing as i hurriedly put on my pants and my work boots and proceeded in my clinic which is in front of my room.  my hands knew what to take with me then i ran towards the rig.  i was midway going up in the stairs when i saw the driller and some of the crew with the stretcher going downstairs, with mathew on it. 

it was like a silent movie, in slow motion.  i looked at jeff, the driller, our eyes locked for a moment and i clearly understood what his eyes meant – mathew was gone, i felt tears welled up in my eyes as they carried him down.  i remember the practice stretcher drills that i regularly conduct with the crew at the rig floor, but this time it was for real.

we rushed him to the rig clinic, on the way i saw blood on his face and an open wound below his chin.  head and neck trauma.  he was unresponsive, no breathing.  i checked for pulse, nothing.  i started cardiopulmonary resuscitation with the aid of an automatic external defibrillator.  i did rescue breaths and  chest compressions – i rechecked for a pulse.  nothing.  i did this several times.

as we were on our way to the hospital, inside the ambulance i prayed to god, still hoping . . but i knew mathew was gone.  he was pronounced dead at the hospital.  the doctor told me he has been dead a few hours already and very likely died on the spot.

i felt so weak.  on the way back to the rig,  questions were running in my mind . . were there other ways that i could have done to save his life?  should i have done better? i did what i can, what i am capable of, was that enough?  then came in the question – do i really want to do this job?  can i still continue doing this?

i had a few days of sleepless nights, of waking up in the exact hour when i was awaken when the accident happened, of graphic images that haunted me.  lately, i have started to move on, returning on my usual self.

personally, i see  that the drilling rig is not exactly the right place to practice my chosen profession and to fully hone my skills as a paramedic, but i know there will come a time that i will really have the given opportunity.  i can wait.  for now the rig needs me so i will stay, temporarily.

in memory of mathew benchi abraham, 1974 – 2010.

dust cloud

i just responded to a vehicular accident yesterday which occurred a few kilometers from the rig.  there was not enough information about the situation and the status of the persons involved in the accident so i expected the worst, but prayed god that it won’t be that bad.  after less than an hour of travel in the skid road, me and my saudi driver made it at the scene – thanking the lord as i saw the driver and his passenger were okay though they suffered some minor bruises and abrasions.

we found out that they were side swiped by an incoming vehicle, the impact causing their vehicle to roll over.  it was out of the drivers’ poor visibility of the road due to a dust cloud that formed.  i also checked the passengers of the other vehicle that included some children and good thing no one was hurt.

another year

i lasted for another year in the company i am working for. this year has been quite rough, considering the recession that seems to be just lurking around and affects everyone. i have seen my co-workers lose their jobs and sent back home – never a happy scene. the latest, were rumors that the management are slashing about 150 rig personnel at the start of the next year. people ask me if it was true, asking me if a memo has been e-mailed from base camp or a letter from the rig mail was received. if i knew, i would not even dare to talk about for it just distresses me.