Nads you wouldn't know a trach tube if someone beat you upside the head with one.
Oh yeah she does. She wishes she didn't know all this shit.
There was a mexican stuck on the side of a vertical cliff, a thousand feet down from the top, and another thousand feet from the rocks below.
The mexican helicopter was otherwise occupied, on a secret mission in Ensenada, so the rescue was left up to nutcase nadin.
She and the kids on her truck went to the Tijuana WalMart and bought a thousand and one feet of rope on their American aid credit card.
They drove to the edge of the cliff, tied the rope to the bumper of the truck, and the nutcase rappelled swiftly down the cliff like a pumpkin on a string.
The distressed mexican, who had fallen over the cliff the night before while looking for America, screamed for help as he clung to a small bush growing from the face of the cliff.
The crazy bald dwarf reached her patient only a foot from the end of her rope.
She talked to him for a few minutes, reassuring him and calming his near panic.
Then, rather than take any chances with a possible breathing difficulty, she slipped the twelve-inch Bowie knife from her boot and performed a quick tracheotomy.
Gripping the handhold resulting from the incision, she gave a signal and her kids drove the ambulance away from the cliff, pulling the nutcase and her patient to safety.
It was just another day on the job for the crazy bald dwarf. The patient, inexplicably, did not survive.
