Spot light tag...

Night shift...good ol' night shift. Always SO much more fun! Less traffic...Less people. More city to freely play in....

"One of these things is NOT like the other one!"

There are things in our field that can be mistaken for other ailments and diagnosed medical problems. However, in the world of BLS...there are very few. Today, we had the priveledge of experiencing a "foot in mouth" kind of moment with the EMT's Blue...

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"She-Ra" and the Chinese Dragon

It's amazing how people who you would least expect can become the strongest and most angry patients in the back of our bus. There are some illegal substances (like Sherm) that also bring out the inner Hulk. In this case however, the Hulk was a she....and we found out that she was NOT a big fan of myself OR my moving buddy, "Halo". And boy did she let it show!

If they look like a Zombie...they're probably dead

There are those calls where we roll in and the patient looks like this. Then- things seem to find their way in to the grey area that somehow exists between "Sick" vs. "Not Sick"...ALS turned BLS. We call this: "Treating with diesel." Pedal under your foot with a purpose. The last thing we want is an episode of The Walking Dead in the back of our rig. Definitely not enough room for the entire AMC camera crew ;-)

Silly Ambulance Games

After a while, we all fall in to the routine of our work and things just drag. Monotonous. Dull. Boring. All words not usually associated with what we do...and on nights, usually far from the norm. One night...my partner had an idea. To this day- still by far, the most entertaining...E-V-E-R! Even though it took a few months for him to accomplish it...it WAS worth it!

To Infinity...And "BEYOND!!"- Volume 3

Volume 3...this is my favorite...BEST for last. And I am sure that it is because of this kind of story that our first story was worried about becoming a patient. But, nonetheless...it starts like this:

My Partner- The Narcopletic

I wish that was really the case...Narcolepsy. At least THAT would make sense however, sadly it is NOT the reason behind why 48 hours a week, I feared for my life while rocking in the fetal position in the passenger seat. Sometimes though, while I drove- brought me entertainment *evil smirking*...like THIS shift:

To Infinity...AND "BEYOND!!"- Volume 2

In Volume 2- we will meet our next rectal adventure-er...this one though- willing and voluntary. They come in all shapes and sizes...and ages too:

Worst...Game Show...Eh-ver!

Shifts are like Game shows...like "Let's make a deal!" Whether it be a Frequent Flyer bartering with you to go to a different ER; another crew needing gear off your rig; The Bird of Prey trying to push another call on us, or The Voice in the Sky wanting you to take your next before your current is even off of your stretcher...The Price is definitely WRONG!! As much as I would like Showcase #1 to have a "brand...New...CAR!!!"...I am still waiting :-/

There are 2 of us in this Twinkie!!

The "Twinkie"....The Rig...The Station...Mobile quarters...The Meat Wagon...The AMB...The Sick bus..."Your ride"...The Short bus... The Unit..."Your Taxi"... No matter what you call it, we call it home for 12-24 hours. Disturbing really, when you really think about it.

To Infinity...AND "BEYOND"!!: Volume 1...

Self explanatory, right?!?!  We get all sorts of stories- ones that you can spot as false from a mile away, and others- sad that they are TRUE! I have 3 to share...to keep it short for sake of your time. THIS- is Volume 1...Sad but True