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.
