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On MY Birthday sunday july 15th Hazmat in Oakland is organizing a benefit for me to assist with medical bills following my recent stabbing incident . If you haven't heard about it heres the blog I wrote about it.
I got Stabbed !
Current mood: relieved
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
I got Stabbed ! On Thursday June 28th, I was skating back to Burnt Ramen from band practice in East Oakland like I always do. When I was approaching 5th Ave. along Embarcadero I picked up my board to cross the street because the road is busy there and the roadway surface is kind of rough for skating and I always walk across that street instead of skate. Just as I picked up my board a guy, walking on the sidewalk in the opposite direction of me, reached over and stabbed me. He didn't try to rob me er anything. No words were exchanged, he just kept walking casually away, like nothing happened! I felt this thing in my belly and wasn't sure if I was shot or stabbed. There was a clanking sound when he reached over and stabbed me and whatever the weapon was I couldn't see it because it was wrapped up in a shirt or something to conceal it.
I just got across the street and looked under my shirt and saw a hole, not much blood pouring out but definitely a hole so I knew I was shot or stabbed er something it all happened so fast I really didn't know what happened until I saw the hole in my belly and then turned around and saw the guy casually walking away. It was weird and at one point he kind of skipped as if there was a spring in his step of happiness. In disbelief, I thought wow that guy is going to kill someone so I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911.
I don't usually call the cops, anyone who knows me knows this about me and I am staunchly opposed to calling the cops for just about any reason. But a long time ago I had an experience that kind of influenced my decision to call 911. This flashed through my mind right before I made the call.
....Back in the mid 1980s I studied with a shaman that was trained by the Hopi Indians. One of the things that Mona, the Shaman, taught me was that any animal that approaches me (a shaman) would only come as a friend. That I need not fear any animal that might walk up to me because they would always come TO ME as a friend. So, with that lesson learned years later in 1995 er so I was riding a bicycle from my house in upstate NY to work and was having a great ride. I was cruising at like 30 mph and remember thinking to myself that nothing was going to break my stride that I was in great shape and was going to keep this pace up all the way to the end of this route. Right at that moment, a bee stung me in the neck! I was startled and it hurt, " That Goddamn Bee", i remember chanting . I didn't want to but had no choice and had to stop pedaling and grab my neck and I was sooo pissed off that the bee broke my stride and I had to slow my pace down. At that moment, I looked up and saw an 18 wheeler semi truck rounding a super tight corner and I realized that if I had kept riding at the same pace that I would have been crushed between the truck and the guard rail and would have been killed or seriously injured. I started riding again after the truck passed by and my being pissed off at that bee changed to great thanks. I remembered what Mona taught me , that animals would only come to me as friends and I changed my montra from "That God damn Fucking Bee " to " Thank God for that Bee ". I started to think about the lessons of the bee. And came up with a few like, BEE =Be which means exist in the moment. Be yourself. Be in touch with yourself and your surroundings. That lesson which may have saved my life stayed with me all these years later. I have told the story of the bee many times when friends are frustrated with the way things in their lives are going. I told JoAnn about the bee a couple times when she needed to hear something positive .
And so the story of the bee flashed through my head as I was stumbling away from the bastard that stabbed me. And I thought, that he is also an animal and probably came to me as a friend. And that he might have slowed me down enough to save my life or possibly slowed me down to stop him from hurting someone else. That is what I think happened. I am in such great physical condition that I think I probably bent the knife the guy stabbed me with cause my stomach muscles are so strong. And that I had an opportunity to stop this guy because he was just walking away. So, I dialed 911 in hopes of stopping the guy from hurting or possibly killing someone else.
I got put on hold and got transfered a few times but still did not talk with anyone who could help me . My belly started to feel weird and tingley so I found a telephone pole to collapse next to and stayed on hold with 911. I usually would never call the cops but when I saw the guy just walking away I thought I had a chance to catch the guy and wanted to prevent him from doing this to someone else, someone who might be killed and hurt worse than me. As I called 911 I thought maybe I should just hang up and keep walking cause the cops would probably just take me to jail for something and never catch or even care about the guy who stabbed me. Thats the amount of faith I have in our Police. And I did have a little marijuanna on me and thought they would find it and arrest me. But right then a big train flew by and so there was no where for me to go with the train blocking my retreat I found that telephone pole and squatted down and curled over still on hold.
I looked up and saw a cop car at the intersection I flagged the cop down and started to tell him what happened as I hung up on 911.
I told the cop that I was stabbed or shot and that the guy who did it was just walking down the road and that they would catch him if they went after him. Another cop rolled up and I again told my story and gave them a description. That second cop car sped off and the fire truck (first med response) and an ambulance showed up and started to tend to my wound.
More cops showed up and then bout 10 minutes into the situation a cop came up to me and the paramedics and asked the medic if he could take me in the cop car to identify the guy they found. The paramedics said no way you are not going to move him he could have serious injury. Of course the stab wound didn't really look that bad and the cop said as much to the medics but the medic turned and said, NO and "Can't you bring the guy over here for him to identify ?"
The cop said, thats kind of illegal, The medic said, "The Oakland Riders would have brought him over." I was laughing inside thinking how unbelievable it was that I was hoping for some corrupt enough cops to bring the guy to me to identify rather than me having to go over there. The cops and medics chuckled about the exchange and the cop went away and the medics went back to fixing me up.
They loaded me into the ambulance and started to push an IV line into my arm. Then a cop car rolled up and the guy who stabbed me gets out of the car and another cop comes up to the ambulance and through the tinted windows asks me to identify the guy. I gave them a positive ID and they took him away.
I was glad that they were able to catch the guy but remember thinking "I hope they didn't fuck up the case by bringing him to me for identification and how much it would suck if the guy got out on a technicality." But quickly went back to being concerned for my health, especially when the medic said they were taking me code 3 (lights and sirens and fast) to the hospital. I was an ambulance medic back in the mid 1980s and so I knew that they only go code 3 when its really important to get there in a hurry. So I got a lil more nervous.
They took me to Highland hospital in east Oakland, when I was wheeled into the ER it was totally surreal. I expected to sit around and wait for someone to see me but instead I was brought direct into the ER and was immediately surrounded by doctors nurses and about a dozen people. It was like a TV show with the Doc over me quickly checking me out and yelling orders to the people around her. It was amazing and a blurry memory because it all happened so fast. I do though remember feeling very confident about the doctor and staff and my fear level reduced. They finished their assesment and got me into a CAT Scan and did some X Rays and then into a side room at the ER for observation.
I tried to call my girlfriend JoAnn but that ER was built with thick walls or something and my cell phone didn't work in there.
So, by now I was pretty sure I wasn't shot and that the stab wound wasn't too deep. My concern now was that I might have been stabbed with a dirty hypodermic needle or with something dirty that would cause a big infection. The doctor came into the room where I was a few times and pushed on my belly to see if it was getting tight which would indicate infection /internal bleeding but was pleased that my belly was still soft. me too.
She told me that she wanted me to stay in the hospital over night for observation in case the wound was deeper than they thought, perhaps piercing my large intestine or causing internal bleeding which they wouldn't know until they read the CAT scan results in the morning. A couple hours later they took me up to a room on the 7th floor , it was then around 10pm and I was now in a room where my cell phone worked and I called JoAnn.
I got out of the hospital the next evening around 9pm. It was like jail in there, in a room with 3 other guys and a toilet and I couldn't leave. The hospital was backed up and so they couldn't get to read my CAT scan til 6pm the next day and so I was getting more and more frustrated being there until finally i was released and went home.
I am at home now and recovering really well. Its monday today and I am up and typing at the computer. I was amazed to see all my friends posted comments and sent me letters and wished me speedy recovery. That really helped me a lot knowing there were some many people concerned about me. So thanks to all who sent me notes, cards and words of kindness. I appreciate you all very much.
This was one of the weirdest most surreal experiences I have ever had. It wasn't a robbery attempt I didn't previously know the guy. No words were ever exchanged. The guy just reached over and stabbed me. wow. what a shocker. A friend jokingly said to JoAnn, "What haven't you ever heard of Joy Stabbing?" he said it sarcastically but I bet there is a syndrome that could be called Joy Stabbing and I think that is what I am a victim of. pretty weird huh?
peace,
John the Baker
Benefit at Hazmat
sunday july 15th
I got Stabbed !
Current mood: relieved
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
I got Stabbed ! On Thursday June 28th, I was skating back to Burnt Ramen from band practice in East Oakland like I always do. When I was approaching 5th Ave. along Embarcadero I picked up my board to cross the street because the road is busy there and the roadway surface is kind of rough for skating and I always walk across that street instead of skate. Just as I picked up my board a guy, walking on the sidewalk in the opposite direction of me, reached over and stabbed me. He didn't try to rob me er anything. No words were exchanged, he just kept walking casually away, like nothing happened! I felt this thing in my belly and wasn't sure if I was shot or stabbed. There was a clanking sound when he reached over and stabbed me and whatever the weapon was I couldn't see it because it was wrapped up in a shirt or something to conceal it.
I just got across the street and looked under my shirt and saw a hole, not much blood pouring out but definitely a hole so I knew I was shot or stabbed er something it all happened so fast I really didn't know what happened until I saw the hole in my belly and then turned around and saw the guy casually walking away. It was weird and at one point he kind of skipped as if there was a spring in his step of happiness. In disbelief, I thought wow that guy is going to kill someone so I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911.
I don't usually call the cops, anyone who knows me knows this about me and I am staunchly opposed to calling the cops for just about any reason. But a long time ago I had an experience that kind of influenced my decision to call 911. This flashed through my mind right before I made the call.
....Back in the mid 1980s I studied with a shaman that was trained by the Hopi Indians. One of the things that Mona, the Shaman, taught me was that any animal that approaches me (a shaman) would only come as a friend. That I need not fear any animal that might walk up to me because they would always come TO ME as a friend. So, with that lesson learned years later in 1995 er so I was riding a bicycle from my house in upstate NY to work and was having a great ride. I was cruising at like 30 mph and remember thinking to myself that nothing was going to break my stride that I was in great shape and was going to keep this pace up all the way to the end of this route. Right at that moment, a bee stung me in the neck! I was startled and it hurt, " That Goddamn Bee", i remember chanting . I didn't want to but had no choice and had to stop pedaling and grab my neck and I was sooo pissed off that the bee broke my stride and I had to slow my pace down. At that moment, I looked up and saw an 18 wheeler semi truck rounding a super tight corner and I realized that if I had kept riding at the same pace that I would have been crushed between the truck and the guard rail and would have been killed or seriously injured. I started riding again after the truck passed by and my being pissed off at that bee changed to great thanks. I remembered what Mona taught me , that animals would only come to me as friends and I changed my montra from "That God damn Fucking Bee " to " Thank God for that Bee ". I started to think about the lessons of the bee. And came up with a few like, BEE =Be which means exist in the moment. Be yourself. Be in touch with yourself and your surroundings. That lesson which may have saved my life stayed with me all these years later. I have told the story of the bee many times when friends are frustrated with the way things in their lives are going. I told JoAnn about the bee a couple times when she needed to hear something positive .
And so the story of the bee flashed through my head as I was stumbling away from the bastard that stabbed me. And I thought, that he is also an animal and probably came to me as a friend. And that he might have slowed me down enough to save my life or possibly slowed me down to stop him from hurting someone else. That is what I think happened. I am in such great physical condition that I think I probably bent the knife the guy stabbed me with cause my stomach muscles are so strong. And that I had an opportunity to stop this guy because he was just walking away. So, I dialed 911 in hopes of stopping the guy from hurting or possibly killing someone else.
I got put on hold and got transfered a few times but still did not talk with anyone who could help me . My belly started to feel weird and tingley so I found a telephone pole to collapse next to and stayed on hold with 911. I usually would never call the cops but when I saw the guy just walking away I thought I had a chance to catch the guy and wanted to prevent him from doing this to someone else, someone who might be killed and hurt worse than me. As I called 911 I thought maybe I should just hang up and keep walking cause the cops would probably just take me to jail for something and never catch or even care about the guy who stabbed me. Thats the amount of faith I have in our Police. And I did have a little marijuanna on me and thought they would find it and arrest me. But right then a big train flew by and so there was no where for me to go with the train blocking my retreat I found that telephone pole and squatted down and curled over still on hold.
I looked up and saw a cop car at the intersection I flagged the cop down and started to tell him what happened as I hung up on 911.
I told the cop that I was stabbed or shot and that the guy who did it was just walking down the road and that they would catch him if they went after him. Another cop rolled up and I again told my story and gave them a description. That second cop car sped off and the fire truck (first med response) and an ambulance showed up and started to tend to my wound.
More cops showed up and then bout 10 minutes into the situation a cop came up to me and the paramedics and asked the medic if he could take me in the cop car to identify the guy they found. The paramedics said no way you are not going to move him he could have serious injury. Of course the stab wound didn't really look that bad and the cop said as much to the medics but the medic turned and said, NO and "Can't you bring the guy over here for him to identify ?"
The cop said, thats kind of illegal, The medic said, "The Oakland Riders would have brought him over." I was laughing inside thinking how unbelievable it was that I was hoping for some corrupt enough cops to bring the guy to me to identify rather than me having to go over there. The cops and medics chuckled about the exchange and the cop went away and the medics went back to fixing me up.
They loaded me into the ambulance and started to push an IV line into my arm. Then a cop car rolled up and the guy who stabbed me gets out of the car and another cop comes up to the ambulance and through the tinted windows asks me to identify the guy. I gave them a positive ID and they took him away.
I was glad that they were able to catch the guy but remember thinking "I hope they didn't fuck up the case by bringing him to me for identification and how much it would suck if the guy got out on a technicality." But quickly went back to being concerned for my health, especially when the medic said they were taking me code 3 (lights and sirens and fast) to the hospital. I was an ambulance medic back in the mid 1980s and so I knew that they only go code 3 when its really important to get there in a hurry. So I got a lil more nervous.
They took me to Highland hospital in east Oakland, when I was wheeled into the ER it was totally surreal. I expected to sit around and wait for someone to see me but instead I was brought direct into the ER and was immediately surrounded by doctors nurses and about a dozen people. It was like a TV show with the Doc over me quickly checking me out and yelling orders to the people around her. It was amazing and a blurry memory because it all happened so fast. I do though remember feeling very confident about the doctor and staff and my fear level reduced. They finished their assesment and got me into a CAT Scan and did some X Rays and then into a side room at the ER for observation.
I tried to call my girlfriend JoAnn but that ER was built with thick walls or something and my cell phone didn't work in there.
So, by now I was pretty sure I wasn't shot and that the stab wound wasn't too deep. My concern now was that I might have been stabbed with a dirty hypodermic needle or with something dirty that would cause a big infection. The doctor came into the room where I was a few times and pushed on my belly to see if it was getting tight which would indicate infection /internal bleeding but was pleased that my belly was still soft. me too.
She told me that she wanted me to stay in the hospital over night for observation in case the wound was deeper than they thought, perhaps piercing my large intestine or causing internal bleeding which they wouldn't know until they read the CAT scan results in the morning. A couple hours later they took me up to a room on the 7th floor , it was then around 10pm and I was now in a room where my cell phone worked and I called JoAnn.
I got out of the hospital the next evening around 9pm. It was like jail in there, in a room with 3 other guys and a toilet and I couldn't leave. The hospital was backed up and so they couldn't get to read my CAT scan til 6pm the next day and so I was getting more and more frustrated being there until finally i was released and went home.
I am at home now and recovering really well. Its monday today and I am up and typing at the computer. I was amazed to see all my friends posted comments and sent me letters and wished me speedy recovery. That really helped me a lot knowing there were some many people concerned about me. So thanks to all who sent me notes, cards and words of kindness. I appreciate you all very much.
This was one of the weirdest most surreal experiences I have ever had. It wasn't a robbery attempt I didn't previously know the guy. No words were ever exchanged. The guy just reached over and stabbed me. wow. what a shocker. A friend jokingly said to JoAnn, "What haven't you ever heard of Joy Stabbing?" he said it sarcastically but I bet there is a syndrome that could be called Joy Stabbing and I think that is what I am a victim of. pretty weird huh?
peace,
John the Baker
Benefit at Hazmat
sunday july 15th
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