New Cathy and I heard the call go out on the scanner for a 48 year old female; CPR in progress. We waited for the radio transmission from the field, fully expecting that the code would be brought our way.
It came: 3 rounds of drugs, intubated, EJ blown but a working IO.
"We'll be a little bit yet; we are still working on extrication"
What!!??? Extrication!!??? No, it couldn't be. Cathy and I stared at each other in mute horror.
I grabbed the phone and punched in dispatch.
"What's the address of that code??"
Not Elm St.
It came: 3 rounds of drugs, intubated, EJ blown but a working IO.
"We'll be a little bit yet; we are still working on extrication"
What!!??? Extrication!!??? No, it couldn't be. Cathy and I stared at each other in mute horror.
I grabbed the phone and punched in dispatch.
"What's the address of that code??"
Not Elm St.
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I just finished reading the full story on the lady on Elm Street. You all deserve awards for your non-judgmental attitudes and the effort you have made to help someone who didn't want to be helped.
Especially since the indignity of the way she will leave this world is inevitable, and haunts us all.
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