I got…
1 Stroke
1 AMI
1 Trauma
and 3 (dozen) drama queens.
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- You are running around the house trying to gather your cellphone, charger, makeup, purse, keys, underwear, kitchen sink, and other miscellaneous ”essential”.
- You continue to cut me off, tell me I’m wrong, and insist that you must have some sort of cancer(unrelated to the 3 pack a day habit you have).
- Are mad I am not going to carry you to the ambulance after you have been running around the house(up and down stairs, too!).
- Are made that I will not give you morphine for this mysterious leg pain that just started when we got into the ambulance.
Reasons I don’t care:
- I only work one day this week.
- I haven’t listened to anything you’ve said.
- I’m dreaming of a nap.
- You smell something like a mix of cigarette smoke, old cheese, and pot roast.
Sincerly,
m3
Sucks.
Seriously. It goes like this:
‘”Code 1, unit 320, 2904 W Todd Ave unit 404 for an unknown problem”
We answer up, respond and arrive on scene. This is a local senior appartment center with 3 buildings, not connected, but the apartment numbers seem as though they are. For instance, 2900 has 100-140, 2904 has 141-200, etc.
We arrive, not paying a lot of of attention the apartment number when pulling up. Go up to the 4th floor, and start the look… noticing the apartments start at 440, not 404…
“Metro, 320″
-”Go ahead 320″
“Metro, there is no Unit 404 in this building. Can you please verify the Street Address and Unit Number”
-”stand by”
After a very long pause…
-”320, the RP called back a few minutes ago and said that she had the address wrong. They are in 2900 W Todd, unit 405″
WAIT. WHAT? They called back a FEW MINUTES AGO and you didn’t feel the need to let me know that I was going to the WRONG damn building and the WRONG damn unit?
Sure, in a geezer village there is little to worry about sending me to the wrong place, short of wasting my and the patient’s time. But what about in other neighborhoods, where I could have started pounding on the door of some find upstanding young hoodlum who thought the popo was coming to get him?
You can give me a bazillion updates including the color of their underwear and what they had for Thanksgiving dinner in 1934, but you can’t even tell me where to to find the lady with the pink zebra thong who had jellied cranberries in 1934?
F U Dispatch.
