Intersection of Delaware and Omaha: The first MVC I responded to as a Basic.
Cherryview Nursing Home: The first time I ever did compressions.
Suburbia Hospital: First and second body runs.
Mossing and Hill: MVC with a fatality.
Chesterfield Apartment Complex: Child Abuse case.
Meadowview Park; First time I was physically assaulted on the job.
Parking lot at St. Moneybags ER: First time I was assaulted on the job where it resulted in a scar.
Lincoln and the expressway: We rolled up on a car accident where the occupant been ejected.
Navarre and Moore: Second time I did compressions.
Regional Mall: Slip and fall patient. Broken fibula.
The Closet ER: First Fire and subsequent evacuation I've ever been a part of.
Ambulance Bay, St. Holy Hospital: First and only crowning baby (She delivered in the hallway inside!)
Twenty five feet away from the dispatch room at The Little Ambulance Service That Could: First time I had a gun drawn in front of me. Also the first time my partner saved my ass.
The side of the highway, ten miles into Michigan: I was puked on.
Two doors down from where I grew up: First time I transported a friend.
Gas Station around the corner from NC Station: Runaway I managed to convince to call her Mother.
The Same Gas Station as above: Domestic Violence run.
Alley behind Kroger's that I used to shop in: Patient having chest pain from Crack/Seroquel combo.
My Mom's next door neighbor: First time my Mom saw me on the job.
Ethnic festival downtown: First time a patient who I had transported recognized me and thanked me.
Every Mile A Memory...
Have you ever felt like there isn't a place in the city where you haven't experienced something job related?
Posted by Epijunky at 7/02/2008 07:18:00 PM
Labels: dark places, EMS, Little Private Service, Pseudo Dad, Transfers
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4 comments:
We've talked about this.
You have a lot in common with "The acronyms" and your stepdad. Talk to them. And talk to me.
I know you're all worked up. And hook a brother up for crying out fucking loud.
don't hate me. im just the messenger. you just need a backrub.
The first run? A SIDS baby - broke my heart. I was sick to my stomach for 3 days.
The last run? A 4 month old baby ejected from a pickup truck about 80 feet, still strapped in his little car seat, with the back of his skull missing.
Those two runs were almost exactly 17 years apart.
A lot of miles, and a lot of "firsts" in 17 years.
I recently told a new recruit "and that's where a dude beat his wife with his prothestic leg..."
YEA.
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