I pulled over to let an ambulance pass and thought it was time to do a shout out to the people who provide this valuable service.
I’ve been in an ambulance twice: Once when I broke my leg at two in the morning; the other with a gall stone.
There wasn’t a lot of pain with the broken leg. They said I had gone into shock. I spent a few days in hospital and did my editorials from there.
The gall stone was another matter. The pain was incredible.
I remember the EMT telling me it was OK if I wanted to scream obscenities to ease the pain. I don’t use profanity. In a broadcast setting, you never know when there’s an open mike. Shouting, “darn it!” doesn’t really help.
I found it odd having the two EMT’s stay with me at hospital admitting, for quite a while till I got in.
I thought their time could have been better spent on the street helping someone else.
Before my experience, when I heard sirens in the night, I’d think, “Somebody’s hurting.”
Now, I think, “Help is on the way.”
Thank you for being there doesn’t seem to be enough.
Have you been an ambulance?
Let me know your experience.