WORDS OF FIREFIGHTERS - 32
November 19th, 2008A few years ago I lost my grandma. My first shift back I hadn’t been at work an hour yet and we get a car wreck. It came in as 2 vehicles, one person complaining of a broken wrist and the other with a bump on the head. No big deal, our ambulance can transport 2 and dispatch said it was minor accident. I didn’t think anything more. We are a rural service so it took us about 15 minutes to get there. The next closest ambulance is 25 minutes away. When we got on scene, we had 2 vehicles that had hit head-on and a girl was hanging out of the passenger window, she was actually the driver. I called for another ambulance and a helicopter. The girl was really messed up. She was missing her lower jaw and her head was split open, from temple to temple and you could see her skull, but no brain matter or anything like that, and she was still breathing. We grabbed her and put her on a backboard and ran for the rig. I took a firefighter with me to the landing zone, that happened to be in EMT class, and a detective jumped in at the last minute. I told him we were leaving and he wasn’t getting her info then. He went with us and helped with patient care. I had the f/f bagging while I got my stuff ready to tube her. Of course, here comes the vomit, ya it was biscuits and gravy, ha ha. She was a hard tube. I kept telling the f/f bag the patient, A, B, C. Just what you learned in class. No she never survived, she coded before the helicopter got there. We were 45 minutes from the closest hospital. The irony of the story is that the detective kept saying I knew her, but she was all messed up so I wasn’t sure. I saw her license and said oh shit, I remembered her address. I worked her dad about 3 months before from a heart attack at their house.



