Saturday, March 5, 2011

Not today...but someday

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.