I was so going to sleep in today.
And furthermore, even though I knew my volly (volunteer agency) needed someone to cover, I was not riding on an ambulance today. I’ve just been on too much.
I looked at the chain-email again when I woke up: “John needs a partner from midnight until 09:00”. Oh, good, I thought, only an hour to go and I won’t have to feel guilty. Because it was already 8 o’clock.
And then eight minutes later …:
Fortunately, it was one of those calls where everything went perfectly. (Well, as perfectly as these things can go). With assisted BVM (bag valve mask) breathing, baby went from pale to pink and stayed with us all the way in. When we moved her to the hospital bed she started to cry loudly (a VERY excellent thing) and at last her eyes opened wide.
Oh man, even I felt a little choked up! That never happens.
But of course, as we were wrapping things up, another crew came in to the ER, hot. They were still doing pushies and blowies (CPR) on a middle aged man. The guy’s belly was distended and his whole head was dark purple.
“He ain’t coming back,” said a nurse as they went by.
“Probably not,” I agreed.