It was Christmas Eve and I was working a 12 hour overtime night shift with a guy named J. Culvin. We'd worked overtime together before and had always gotten along just fine, but every time we worked on the same rig we ended up running back to back calls. Holding true to our tradition, we did run back to back calls setting our record at 14 calls for our 12 hour shift!
There is however, one of those 14 calls that really stands out. We were in the Northgate area when we got called by the police department to respond to an apartment complex. We were told that the scene has been secured and that we should go in. When we arrived we found the complex swarmed with at least 8 police cars. We grabbed our jump kit and stretcher and headed up the elevator. As the elevator doors opened at our destination we made the startling discovery that scene was indeed NOT clear. We were met by a man running down a hallway with a kitchen knife taped to a wooden dowel. We attempted to use the stretcher as a barrier between us and quickly closed the elevator doors just as he was tackled by police and sufficiently pepper sprayed. We then restrained him to the bed and hauled him off to "Crisis Triage Unit" (aka psych. emergency funny farm).
Our last call of the day involved picking up a flight crew at the airfield and driving in to the trauma center. When we finally finished our shift and made it back to the station our hearts sank as we realized our stretcher was still loaded with all their flight equipment. Back to the airfield we went!!!
Friday, November 21, 2008
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