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First off, I'm a firefighter finishing up my EMT certification. So, for now, all of my calls are going to be from the fire perspective.
There is a room in our local retirement home (we'll say room 104) that is inhabited by a 500-550 lb woman who likes to fall 2-3 times per month. Whenever room "104" is in need of attention, the dispatcher calls out our engine for manpower. Late one afternoon our engine gets called out to the retirement home for a lift assist. We all know exactly what it is. When we arrive on scene we're directed to room 104 by the secretary. So far, so good.
We make our way down the hall to room 104 and nobody is there. We hear EMT chatter in the room next door so our chief sticks his head in. The medics are working on a small elderly woman, probably 110lbs at the most. They clear us from the scene and say it was a mix up. As we turn around to leave, the 550lb woman rolls up on her motorized wheelchair thing (I don't know what it is, it's much more than a regular motorized wheelchair) and just looks at us, confused.
"Why are there so many of you?" She finally asks.
There was an awkward moment of silence before the guy in the front of the line says "Hey chief, the woman up here has a question for you."
We stepped around her single file, leaving the chief to deal with that conversation.
:rofl:
There is a room in our local retirement home (we'll say room 104) that is inhabited by a 500-550 lb woman who likes to fall 2-3 times per month. Whenever room "104" is in need of attention, the dispatcher calls out our engine for manpower. Late one afternoon our engine gets called out to the retirement home for a lift assist. We all know exactly what it is. When we arrive on scene we're directed to room 104 by the secretary. So far, so good.
We make our way down the hall to room 104 and nobody is there. We hear EMT chatter in the room next door so our chief sticks his head in. The medics are working on a small elderly woman, probably 110lbs at the most. They clear us from the scene and say it was a mix up. As we turn around to leave, the 550lb woman rolls up on her motorized wheelchair thing (I don't know what it is, it's much more than a regular motorized wheelchair) and just looks at us, confused.
"Why are there so many of you?" She finally asks.
There was an awkward moment of silence before the guy in the front of the line says "Hey chief, the woman up here has a question for you."
We stepped around her single file, leaving the chief to deal with that conversation.
:rofl: