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  1. Greetings! My name is Robert. I am a paramedic in Tulsa Ok. and I have written a book that is now available on Amazon. Here is an excerpt: “Who is it?” squeaked a voice from the other side of the door. “Paramedics” Will replied in a reassuring tone. They could hear a bolt being drawn back then a chain strike wood. The door opened with a creak and a girl with long brown hair matted with blood stuck out her head. She looked relieved when she saw their uniforms, then quickly glanced down the hallway to make sure they were alone. “Come in.” she whispered. Will and Damon looked at each other as they gathered their burdens and went in, shutting the door behind them. The girl quickly relocked it, then turned and walked to the back of the apartment toward a dim light. Before he could turn and follow Will felt his partner’s hand on his arm. Damon took out a small flashlight and pointed the beam at a shelf by the door. A large rusty knife was laying on top of a stack of dusty books. Will quickly took possession of it and proceeded into the apartment with Damon close behind. The girl sat down on a dingy sofa and Damon knelt beside her and pulled his light back out. “Hi” he said. “I’m Damon and this is my partner Will. We’re paramedics. What’s your name?” The girl stared blankly at Damon and timidly reached over to a pack of cigarettes on the end table next to her. Normally they would ask the patient not to smoke but neither said anything as she put the cigarette in her mouth and lit it. A jagged gash was clearly visible above her left eye in the yellow flame of the lighter. It was no longer bleeding but there was dried blood around it and in her hair. She took a long drag on the cigarette and the end glowed bright red. She then blew out a cloud of smoke and dropped the lighter on the floor and looked down. “Dessi” she said meekly with a trembling lip. Damon gently put a gloved hand under her chin and lifted her face into the light. “Dessi can you look at me?” he said softly. She lifted her head and her eyes began to water. “What happened?” he asked. Dessi took another drag on her cigarette and nervously looked back down silently. “Dessi, can you talk to me?” Damon asked again. The girl looked back up and burst into tears and nodded her head. “Who did this to you?” Dessi took a final drag on her cigarette before putting it out. “My boyfriend. Morte.” As Damon was trying to comfort her Will rifled through the Thomas pack he proudly called his emergency room in a bag. He hated calls like this and was content to let Damon run it. As he worked Will heard a knock at the door. “PD finally decided to show up.” He thought and continued to pull bandages and sterile water from the bag in front of him. Suddenly there was a loud crash and Will could hear the sound of wood splintering. Damon turned at the noise and as he did the badge on his shirt glinted in the light catching the intruders eye. “You fucking bitch!” Will heard a man scream in a high pitched voice. “You called the cops!” Damon started to get up when Will heard an explosion and saw him fall over. “Morte!” Dessi screeched. This was followed by a second loud bang and the girl lurched to the right knocking over the lamp plunging the room into darkness. Will could hear footsteps and then the flash from a third shot illuminated the scene and he could make out a man with a gun standing over her. “BITCH!” he screamed again. The man apparently hadn’t noticed Will crouching by the T-pack. Instinctively he hit the red emergency button on his radio, then lunged at the shadow before him. The intruder was caught off guard but recovered quickly. The two men grappled, slamming into the wall knocking pictures off of it and onto the floor. Will had one hand on the barrel of the gun when he felt a hard punch to the stomach accompanied by a loud cracking sound. He could feel something wet running down his leg and his knees buckled. The man he was fighting pushed him back against the window and Will saw him straighten up and raise the gun point blank at him and fire. Will was thrown violently back and crashed through the glass. The next thing he knew he was laying in the grass outside twenty five feet below and the last thing he heard before he passed out was a voice coming out of his radio and a siren wailing in the night. “Three oh eight…three oh eight respond...” “Three oh eight…three oh eight…” http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=robert%2Breno%2Bblue%2Bstar
  2. Oh it will be a while. My daughter and her fiance haven't set a date yet. And she's hoping to go to university in Exeter so they have a lot on their plates. I just didn't want to wait till the last minute to try to hop a ride.
  3. Here's our home page: http://www.emsaonline.com/
  4. He lives Dawlish. And thanks for the link. I know it will be a little different. I once ran a pt on a flight that landed here in Tulsa. He thought his sugar might be a tad low and wanted us to check it. When I asked him what it usually ran he said 10! I said, "Why aren't you in a coma?" Of course he replied they have a different scale. Who was it that said the English and the Americans were two people divided by a common language?
  5. No offense taken. I was not trying to imply other services were inferior to EMSA. They are not. But the fact remains if you want to get experience you have to run calls. And I average about 40 a week of all kinds. Just yesterday my partner and I started by delivering a baby with MAS then ended the shift with a stabbing to the aortic arch. And yes every once in a while we'll do full ALS LDTs.
  6. Is it just me or did those look like ineffective compressions? They sure didn't look like they were breaking ribs to me.
  7. Looks like a lifepak 12. All they had to do was go into archives to see what the rhythm was. Bottom line is work the code!
  8. I did some volunteer fire fighting when I was in college in Arkansas and half the time all I had was a shovel!
  9. Got called for a shooting victim in a convertible. PD directs us in next to car PT is in. We get out walk over to see whats up when the cop who directed us in tells us the guy is sitting on a bomb! Supposedly this idiots boyfriend said he was going back to his wife but he didn't want her to find out he was gay so he shot him then put a pipe bomb with a pressure switch behind him. Well we called in the bomb squad and they said the "bomb" was just an empty box and it turned out this guy shot himself in the abdomen and made the whole thing up. But the moral of the story is if your directing someone where to park DO NOT put them next to the bomb!
  10. #1 sign its EMS week: I get a crappy T-shirt that my wife promptly steals to use as a pajama top.
  11. If you want to learn EMS you have to run calls. And to run calls that means EMSA. Who knows I might be your FTO if come here.
  12. I'm an EMT-FTO with EMSA in Oklahoma (the service that worked the OKC bombing). My daughter's fiance lives in the UK and I was wanting to ride when we come over for the wedding. Whats the policy on that? Here you have to sign a HIPAA form and a release. Is it about the same there? When I come over I'm going to bring a copy of our protocol book and some EMSA Tshirts for the crews too.
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