Personal Narrative: The Paramedic In The US
He frantically ran around his apartment looking for his keys. He had to go. His pager was going insane. “26 year old male identified as Thomas Bridgestone, tachycardic, 3 GSW’s!” the paramedic shouted at Dr. Ryan and me.
Thomas? It couldn’t be. He was supposed to be in Colorado on a mission trip. He isn’t supposed to get back until Thursday and today is Tuesday. “I need an EKG and a portable ultrasound now!” She yelled at the intern who was looking at her like a deer in headlights. “Cross! Go, now!” “Page plastics and cardio!”
Domineering, impolite, and exasperating. 3 words to describe Dr. Amy Ryan. She basically runs this hospital as heir to her father’s wealth and this whole hospital. Because of this, she thinks that she is the best and acts like she expects everyone else to feed her grapes and fan her with palm leaves while she lays on a chaise lounge.
“Charge 200! Clear!”
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Ryan.
We pushed Thomas to the elevator. This was as far as I could go and I knew it, but I so badly ached to be in the operating room with him to hold his hand and make sure everything goes smoothly.
After surgery, the interns took him down to the ICU. Dr. Ryan explained to me that he was stable and that they were going to keep him for observation for a few days. I felt like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.
“Incoming!”
“26 year old male identified as Thomas Bridgestone, tachycardic, 3 GSW’s!” the paramedic shouted at us.
Thomas? My Thomas? No way. It couldn’t be. I just saw him 20 minutes ago when I left his apartment.
We quickly wheeled him into Trauma 1.
“Page cardio and plastics!” I holler at the residents and interns standing around me. I know I shouldn’t be helping him because of our relationship, but I have to. I have to save him. He has to be okay.
I hear a sharp, long beep. He’s flatlining. I jump on top of him and they rush us to the OR. Nobody knows about us so I can operate on him. Thank
Thomas? It couldn’t be. He was supposed to be in Colorado on a mission trip. He isn’t supposed to get back until Thursday and today is Tuesday. “I need an EKG and a portable ultrasound now!” She yelled at the intern who was looking at her like a deer in headlights. “Cross! Go, now!” “Page plastics and cardio!”
Domineering, impolite, and exasperating. 3 words to describe Dr. Amy Ryan. She basically runs this hospital as heir to her father’s wealth and this whole hospital. Because of this, she thinks that she is the best and acts like she expects everyone else to feed her grapes and fan her with palm leaves while she lays on a chaise lounge.
“Charge 200! Clear!”
I …show more content…
Ryan.
We pushed Thomas to the elevator. This was as far as I could go and I knew it, but I so badly ached to be in the operating room with him to hold his hand and make sure everything goes smoothly.
After surgery, the interns took him down to the ICU. Dr. Ryan explained to me that he was stable and that they were going to keep him for observation for a few days. I felt like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.
“Incoming!”
“26 year old male identified as Thomas Bridgestone, tachycardic, 3 GSW’s!” the paramedic shouted at us.
Thomas? My Thomas? No way. It couldn’t be. I just saw him 20 minutes ago when I left his apartment.
We quickly wheeled him into Trauma 1.
“Page cardio and plastics!” I holler at the residents and interns standing around me. I know I shouldn’t be helping him because of our relationship, but I have to. I have to save him. He has to be okay.
I hear a sharp, long beep. He’s flatlining. I jump on top of him and they rush us to the OR. Nobody knows about us so I can operate on him. Thank