If you didn’t tune in on Friday, go to Part 5, to read about when I got to meet the nice EMTs.
So, the nice EMTs strapped me down to their gurney, which sucked. And then, they clamped said gurney into the back of the ambulance, which sucked more. And then, we got out into traffic, which sucked even more than that. Have you ever noticed how a-holes in traffic will bulldog you and then whip around you if you’re not going fast enough for them? Have you ever seen how they’ll do that even worse to emergency vehicles? When they have you immobilized in the back of that big white taxi, you are facing the back of the rig, right through the big window in that back door, so you get a close-and-personal view of said a-holes. And, I couldn’t even move around. It was horrible. At least Jennifer rode in the ambulance with me. The EMTs were really nice, even if they did laugh at my vocal protestations on the other idiots on the road. Goatee dude was driving. The gal stuck needles in my arm. I’m not sure whether I was being medicated, blood drawn, checked for glucose, or what.
“How are you doing back there?” asked the driver.
“Do you really have to ask?”
The EMTs laughed. They were seriously awesome. I felt like I was being laughed at, but I was not offended.
He asked, “what’s your name?”
“Do you know what year it is?”
This time I knew, “2017.”
“Do you know who the president is?”
*deep sigh* “Donald JAAAAAYYYY Trump!”
There was more laughter. That can’t be an easy job. It’s nice to see people who enjoy the work, in whatever industry. That was actually what I was thinking when I finally got distracted from the other idiots on the road. Thanks be on High, the ride to the hospital went fairly quickly. But, that’s when the next exciting batch of funs started.
And, you’ll get to read about that tomorrow, in Part 7.