Firehouse Life - Medic Unit

So I'm walking in the firehouse and I look up at the riding assignment board...I rode the engine last shift, so I expected to be driving the medic unit or the ambulance today. Sure enough, I'm driving the ambulance. JO, who's driving the medic unit, asks me if I want to switch. "Sure," I said. I like driving the medic unit because you usually go to all the good calls. Not 30 seconds after I said sure, the ambulance gets a call. I thought I dodged a bullet, 'cause I at least like eating breakfast before running my first call of the day. Little did I know, there were plenty of bullets left for me. Here is a recap of my day...

6:57a - Trouble breathing. An elderly man appeared to be running a fever and coughing, and apparently his wife interpreted this as him having trouble breathing. No problem...we ran him down to Holy Cross Hospital.

8:45a - Trouble breathing. We got cancelled enroute, so we returned to the firehouse.

10:19a - Trouble breathing. Fortunately I had just finished my workout. Again, we got cancelled enroute. Back to the firehouse we went. So this is what a boomerang feels like...go out, come back, go out, come back...

11:46a - We had just picked up lunch and were getting ready to head back to eat, when we got the call for a working code (when someone isn't breathing and has no pulse. Basically, they are clinically dead). We got there along with the engine and ambulance from station 24. Upon entering the room, the supposed dead man is alive and breathing on his own. According to the nursing home staff, the man started shaking and then stopped breathing. Turns out he had a seizure and that apparently caused him to stop breathing for a sec. We ran him down to Holy Cross to get checked out. After the call was done, we stayed at the hospital and ate our lunch. I don't mind running calls, but running calls on an empty stomach is bad medicine.

1:11p - As we were leaving the hospital from the above call and going through Four Corners, we encountered a car accident that had just happened. The state police were on the scene with a two car rear-end collision. One lady was sitting in the median with a bloody rag covering her face, and another lady, who was in the car that was rear-ended, was just sitting in her car, in pain. We evaluated the patients, called for extra resources (a fire engine and another ambulance) and packaged up the lady who was sitting in her car (she was complaining of neck and back pain). Back to Holy Cross we went!

4:48p - Car crash, mutual aide to P.G. County. A two-car collision on Cherry Hill Road had vehicle debris, busted up cars and fire apparatus spread all over the place. Only one lady was hurt, and the ambulance from PG took her. With nothing for us to do, we went in service. A strange thing though...as we arrived on the scene, I thought I saw Marques B. blocking off traffic and waving us in. I'll have to ask him about that...

5:55p - Another mutual aide call to PG. Another time cancelled enroute.

6:20p - Unconscious person, mutual aide to PG. We arrived on the scene and was in the process of getting our stuff to take inside, when this SUV comes flying around the medic unit and comes within feet of hitting me. The driver slows down, but still manuevers his way around me, parks and runs inside. Myself and my partner yell at him, but then we figured he's probably related to the person we're about to go help. We figure because of that, we could cut him a little slack. Sure enough, he was the patient's son. A lady was eating and apparently gotten dizzy and passed out. After evaluating her with a couple crews from PG, the son, who had power of attorney, decided his mom was well enough to not go to the hospital. Hopefully she will recover and the son can chill out.

7:01 - We had literally just sat down to eat our dinner, when we got this call for a lady who had been choking. We arrived at the nursing home, and it turned out the lady wasn't really choking at all...she had just been spitting out her food. She seemed fairly out of it, but that didn't seem to have anything to do with what she ate. We ran her down to the hospital, and in the process she called my partner "mean, evil" and something else because he didn't have a tissue to give her. Ouch. Think of what she called the people who gave her the food she spit out...