The day that was Saturday...
Saturday the 11th was one of my longest days spent in an ambulance so far.
The day started at about 2:30 in the morning when we got a call to go to the town of Ogallala to pick up a patient to bring back to North Platte. When we got back to NP, they sent us to Lincoln with another patient. On our way back from Lincoln, Grand Island called and wanted us to pick up someone to take to Omaha, but when we got there the patient wasn't going to be able to leave for a few more ours. So we went to the Midwest Medical Transport Co. office in Grand Island to chill out, watch TV, and maybe catch a few winks. But about 10 minutes after we got there, one of their units that was already out on the road called us because they had broken down. So we went out with a new ambulance that they could finish their run with. We headed back to Grand Island and went straight to the hospital to pick up our patient to take to Omaha. After dropping off the patient in Omaha, we finally headed back home.
We were out 21 hours total. We put almost 1,000 miles on the ambulance. We were goofy tired at the end of the day. Fortunately we didn't have any runs yesterday, Sunday, so we got to relax a little bit.
Most days aren't as crazy or long as Saturday was. You never really know what to expect in this business.
The day started at about 2:30 in the morning when we got a call to go to the town of Ogallala to pick up a patient to bring back to North Platte. When we got back to NP, they sent us to Lincoln with another patient. On our way back from Lincoln, Grand Island called and wanted us to pick up someone to take to Omaha, but when we got there the patient wasn't going to be able to leave for a few more ours. So we went to the Midwest Medical Transport Co. office in Grand Island to chill out, watch TV, and maybe catch a few winks. But about 10 minutes after we got there, one of their units that was already out on the road called us because they had broken down. So we went out with a new ambulance that they could finish their run with. We headed back to Grand Island and went straight to the hospital to pick up our patient to take to Omaha. After dropping off the patient in Omaha, we finally headed back home.
We were out 21 hours total. We put almost 1,000 miles on the ambulance. We were goofy tired at the end of the day. Fortunately we didn't have any runs yesterday, Sunday, so we got to relax a little bit.
Most days aren't as crazy or long as Saturday was. You never really know what to expect in this business.
posted by Robert Martinson II at 9:38 AM
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