Author’s note: No sex in this first part, sorry. Stay tuned for Part 2.
One time, we saved a guy. He went into cardiac arrest and we got called. We hustled over with lights and sirens getting more information from dispatch along the way: 67 year old male, unconscious, unresponsive, witnessed arrest, CPR in progress. It was only three minutes from the station so we arrived quickly. We went full scope: monitor/defib, IV, 02, king airway, cardiac drugs, and non-stop compressions. We shocked him three times and his heart started working and he started breathing. Off to the hospital he went. We picked up our gear, cleaned ourselves up and went back to the station trying to think of ways that we could have improved upon a successful resuscitation while preparing for the next call. That’s our world.
Fast forward about 6 months and we find out the guy wants to come and thank us for saving him. Drill night is on a Wednesday so he and his family come over to thank the staff and volunteers that helped him that day. Somehow the media found out and a reporter showed up to capture all the heart warming moments. That’s when I first saw her.