Tuesday, October 04, 2005
The Backboard Carry-up
It's 5:29 in the morning, Tuesday. Roland is sleeping, and here I am updating this blog courtesy of someones network on this block.
We just finished up our second call of the night which was dispatched as an ambulette call. They are always so deceiving. You always think it's gonna be a real easy call and it NEVER is.
So this patient has a fractured patella, and a cast that extends from her toes all the way up to the middle of her thigh. She lives in an old apartment building, on the fouth floor. No elevator.
We soon realize that the patient cannot make it upstairs on her new crutches, and the stairchair is out of the question since the patient cannot bend her leg. Roland brainstorms and suggests we use the backboard to carry her up.
OMG. Let me just say that I am so tired I can barely move my fingers to type. It took us about 20 minutes to complete that carry up. However we got a nice tip for a job well done.
Now we are parked on 163rd Street and Amsterdam Ave and there is a homeless man with a shopping cart full of cans and bottles singing that he can "show [me] how to love again" at the top of his lungs. LOL.
Gotta love the overnights.
@ October 09, 2005 5:45 PM said:
aww poor david i know EXACTALy how u feel i had an old chinease man with dementia screaming at his wive at the top of his lungs, on the 5th floor, no evelavots, so he;s screaming/curing at her while we are carring her down the stairs, lol. dont feel bad my big brother ;) love ya
Da Doc @ October 11, 2005 2:33 PM said:
I love ya too... but damn Shamrock.. LEARN TO TYPE!
Let me spell it out...
S-P-E-L-L-C-H-E-C-K
Hee hee.
@ October 17, 2005 4:23 AM said:
u know what just for that im not telling u anything anymore, u suck...lol
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We just finished up our second call of the night which was dispatched as an ambulette call. They are always so deceiving. You always think it's gonna be a real easy call and it NEVER is.
So this patient has a fractured patella, and a cast that extends from her toes all the way up to the middle of her thigh. She lives in an old apartment building, on the fouth floor. No elevator.
We soon realize that the patient cannot make it upstairs on her new crutches, and the stairchair is out of the question since the patient cannot bend her leg. Roland brainstorms and suggests we use the backboard to carry her up.
OMG. Let me just say that I am so tired I can barely move my fingers to type. It took us about 20 minutes to complete that carry up. However we got a nice tip for a job well done.
Now we are parked on 163rd Street and Amsterdam Ave and there is a homeless man with a shopping cart full of cans and bottles singing that he can "show [me] how to love again" at the top of his lungs. LOL.
Gotta love the overnights.
The Backboard Carry-up posted @ 5:29 AM :: 
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@ October 09, 2005 5:45 PM said:
aww poor david i know EXACTALy how u feel i had an old chinease man with dementia screaming at his wive at the top of his lungs, on the 5th floor, no evelavots, so he;s screaming/curing at her while we are carring her down the stairs, lol. dont feel bad my big brother ;) love ya
Da Doc @ October 11, 2005 2:33 PM said:
I love ya too... but damn Shamrock.. LEARN TO TYPE!
Let me spell it out...
S-P-E-L-L-C-H-E-C-K
Hee hee.
@ October 17, 2005 4:23 AM said:
u know what just for that im not telling u anything anymore, u suck...lol
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