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The firehouse alarm sounds. Then another and another. Cop cars and fire trucks go screaming past my house. Tons of them. I check the 911 app on my phone and see that there’s an MVA down the road. 

I can’t go—I’m about to start class for the new semester of the paramedic program at the community college—first day of patho is in 45 minutes on the other side of the river.

Then I hear the helicopter.

Okay… this is a bad one. 

I throw on my jacket (haven’t worn the local volly gear in a while), and head to the scene. Past a million cops, and beyond the yellow tape, a pick up truck is mashed nose first into a tree. A medic was instructing firemen who were about to start CPR. I helped him fetch a few things while he was on his phone with medical control—already looking to “call it”.

You do this long enough and you know when they’re gone just by the look on their face. The driver had that look. His twin brother, the passenger, died in the hospital later that night.  

The medic asked me to put a sheet over the driver, so I did. Then I went to school like nothing happened.  

Two Hour Extraction

The first thing he asked was how are we going to get him out of there? A reasonable question.


Well, the fire-guys are here, setting up their equipment; they’re gonna’ cut the roof off, I told him.

Little did we know how hard it would be after that. It was a perfect storm of an entrapment: Bottom of car was wedged against a tree; side of car was dug into the hillside; and the pt weighed over 400 lbs.


We each took turns thinking, fuck how the hell are we going to get this guy out of here?


But eventually—after about an hour and fifty minutes—we had him out and en route to the hospital.


Many hands make light work.

The “Q -Word”

bookThere is just one word you don’t say in EMS. (Hint: It starts with a “q” and rhymes with “riot”).

Its not that we’re superstitious, its just that … well, okay, we’re superstitious.

But with good reason. We’ve all seen it happen. Someone drops the q-word, even conversationally, and boom, shit gets wacky.

Sometimes you don’t even need to say the word. You just think about how nice it was to work Memorial Day; time and a half and all day long things were pretty q….

Oh shit! Now I did it.

Unit 808: Please respond priority one, to Oak Street between Elm and Maple for a bus on its side with approximately 40 passengers on board.


Yup, gonna be one of those days.

60 to Zero, in 3 Seconds

Apparently this is was a $60K Mustang, Cobra:


The driver drove it directly from the dealership to his buddy’s house. To show it off, he pulled out of the driveway, dropped into third, and floored it.

Since this thing is basically a race car on wheels, the ass end couldn’t keep up with the front end, and the car got squirrelly. As the driver stated, “it just…. got away from” him.


Luckily, everyone walked/crawled away, more or less, okay. Except perhaps the driver’s insurance card.