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Listening...
Aug. 21st, 2005 11:21 pmListening to www.firedispatch.com's live feed of Santa Cruz County Fire/EMS radio channel Fire Red. This is the primary channel used in that county. They're too small to need a total plan that has more then primary and secondary channels...
ANYWAY, as I sit here in my private hell... (You know, at work at 11:30 PM on a Sunday) What I'm hearing as I work, I hear people just like me flying to the scene in 2 life flight choppers, 1 engine, 1 ladder truck, and 2 ambulances all doing what they love, packaging in this case multiple gunshot wound patients. I can see it and smell it.
Police, on lookers, my crews preparing patients, vitals, calling in 2 choppers for my wounded, quick triage and transport when ready to the closest helipad to hot load the choppers and send them off to a level 2 or 1 trauma center. I could be there. I could do that SO easily... Just get in there, get my gloves dirty and bloody, screaming patients, gushing wounds, the smell a fear and look of chaos, which to me is a well oiled machine, all the parts working just as they should. Simple, direct, and once you transport and complete a pre-hospital report, you're done...
But no, I'm here. At a desk working spreadsheets. Life sucks.
ANYWAY, as I sit here in my private hell... (You know, at work at 11:30 PM on a Sunday) What I'm hearing as I work, I hear people just like me flying to the scene in 2 life flight choppers, 1 engine, 1 ladder truck, and 2 ambulances all doing what they love, packaging in this case multiple gunshot wound patients. I can see it and smell it.
Police, on lookers, my crews preparing patients, vitals, calling in 2 choppers for my wounded, quick triage and transport when ready to the closest helipad to hot load the choppers and send them off to a level 2 or 1 trauma center. I could be there. I could do that SO easily... Just get in there, get my gloves dirty and bloody, screaming patients, gushing wounds, the smell a fear and look of chaos, which to me is a well oiled machine, all the parts working just as they should. Simple, direct, and once you transport and complete a pre-hospital report, you're done...
But no, I'm here. At a desk working spreadsheets. Life sucks.
