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yesterday was a long day at work
guns drawn
broken bones
brain matter
helicopter
so like the third or forth call of the day the patient wants to go downtown to brack. ok, we can do that. figure we will get caught up in the craziness of all the events going on. no, we just get involved in crazy.
as we are leaving the hospital, we get tagged for a car wreck off airport and MLK. apparently the drivers also got into a fight. we have to stage. we get cleared to enter by APD with just enough time for my partner to grab his ballistics vest, like we are supposed to do, but does he kindly bring mine to the front? nope.
the actual wreck is in a neighborhood. we see this car in a yard that met a tree head on, and only that car. there is also what seems to be everyone in the neighborhood running around, just generally getting in the way. i understand feeling the need to help, but how is blocking my access to the patient going to do that? there is a man lying in the street about 5 feet from the driver side, grabbing his leg and his face is bloodied. we can also see another person in the passenger seat. well, i goto the man with two fire guys and my partner goes to the car with the other two.
yeah, the guy was driving, and his leg, i'm pretty sure, is broken. he is just worried about his daughter, still trapped in the car. as myself and fire are packaging the guy, the crowd (a little bit under control now that some more cops have shown up) goes nuts, all pointing behind my ambulance and yelling stuff like: "there he is!" "he did this!"
i see that a car with front end damage has pulled up
i then notice the apd officer approaching the car
with his gun drawn
sigh
i say to one of the firefighters, "maybe i shoulda put my vest on," he shrugs his shoulders and replies, "at least y'all have vests."
well, i didn't die, obviously. but we transport the patients. dude did have a broken leg and his daughter also had a femur fracture along with a broken arm.
the story was that the guy i was treating was actually the step dad. the other guy is the real dad. they don't like each other. after they wrecked, step dad got out and got in one punch before his broken femur sent him to the ground, then real dad kicked him in the face.
a little later on in the shift, we get a call for a motorcycle wreck. the pre-arrival information we get doesn't sound good at all. unconscious, breathing but shallow, head injury. great.
the wreck is actually on the border between travis and williamson counties. round rock fire is first on scene, and we get there, along with the pflugerville fire guys we are stationed with, a minute later. as i walk up to the patient i see the williamson county ambulance pull up. if only my partner had driven slower.
this guy is fucked. what was left of his crotch rockect is in between him and what used to be a stone pillar. looks like he left the road, destroyed this stone support of a wooden fence, and landed like 40 feet from that, leaving some of his skull and brain matter along the way. he literally had a hole in his head the size of a soft ball, yet, he is still breathing, still has a pulse, and still had organized electrical activity on the monitor.
we have to work him.
we call for the bird.
we make a huge mess of the ambulance. blood everywhere. tube the guy. get an IV. stick needles in his chest to let out the extra air (like Mark Walhberg in Three Kings). all the while his vitals remain within normal limits.
put him on the helicopter. all of this only took 15 minutes.
he dies somewhere above austin.
tonight we have made patient contact once, and he got arrested for DUI.
guns drawn
broken bones
brain matter
helicopter
so like the third or forth call of the day the patient wants to go downtown to brack. ok, we can do that. figure we will get caught up in the craziness of all the events going on. no, we just get involved in crazy.
as we are leaving the hospital, we get tagged for a car wreck off airport and MLK. apparently the drivers also got into a fight. we have to stage. we get cleared to enter by APD with just enough time for my partner to grab his ballistics vest, like we are supposed to do, but does he kindly bring mine to the front? nope.
the actual wreck is in a neighborhood. we see this car in a yard that met a tree head on, and only that car. there is also what seems to be everyone in the neighborhood running around, just generally getting in the way. i understand feeling the need to help, but how is blocking my access to the patient going to do that? there is a man lying in the street about 5 feet from the driver side, grabbing his leg and his face is bloodied. we can also see another person in the passenger seat. well, i goto the man with two fire guys and my partner goes to the car with the other two.
yeah, the guy was driving, and his leg, i'm pretty sure, is broken. he is just worried about his daughter, still trapped in the car. as myself and fire are packaging the guy, the crowd (a little bit under control now that some more cops have shown up) goes nuts, all pointing behind my ambulance and yelling stuff like: "there he is!" "he did this!"
i see that a car with front end damage has pulled up
i then notice the apd officer approaching the car
with his gun drawn
sigh
i say to one of the firefighters, "maybe i shoulda put my vest on," he shrugs his shoulders and replies, "at least y'all have vests."
well, i didn't die, obviously. but we transport the patients. dude did have a broken leg and his daughter also had a femur fracture along with a broken arm.
the story was that the guy i was treating was actually the step dad. the other guy is the real dad. they don't like each other. after they wrecked, step dad got out and got in one punch before his broken femur sent him to the ground, then real dad kicked him in the face.
a little later on in the shift, we get a call for a motorcycle wreck. the pre-arrival information we get doesn't sound good at all. unconscious, breathing but shallow, head injury. great.
the wreck is actually on the border between travis and williamson counties. round rock fire is first on scene, and we get there, along with the pflugerville fire guys we are stationed with, a minute later. as i walk up to the patient i see the williamson county ambulance pull up. if only my partner had driven slower.
this guy is fucked. what was left of his crotch rockect is in between him and what used to be a stone pillar. looks like he left the road, destroyed this stone support of a wooden fence, and landed like 40 feet from that, leaving some of his skull and brain matter along the way. he literally had a hole in his head the size of a soft ball, yet, he is still breathing, still has a pulse, and still had organized electrical activity on the monitor.
we have to work him.
we call for the bird.
we make a huge mess of the ambulance. blood everywhere. tube the guy. get an IV. stick needles in his chest to let out the extra air (like Mark Walhberg in Three Kings). all the while his vitals remain within normal limits.
put him on the helicopter. all of this only took 15 minutes.
he dies somewhere above austin.
tonight we have made patient contact once, and he got arrested for DUI.