Literally. That midnight, I was in a Navajo, flying to the Big City with a patient who had jumped out of a moving vehicle. We got to the hospital around 1am, got a slice of pie from Village Inn after situating the patient with the hospital (it was terrible, the Graham cracker crust was too thick and masked the flavor of the key lime filling, the whipped cream layer on top was thicker than the filling and judging from the density had been sitting around for a while. I can't really complain though, I didn't have to pay for it. >.>), and then ended up flying back with the patient because his injuries weren't as severe as we thought. He was incredibly lucky, didn't even break any bones or suffer a concussion despite a rather nasty blow to the head. Well, lucky depending on how you look at it... Medevacs are rather expensive.
Anyways, when all was said and done, I was crawling into bed at 5am with the prospect of waking up early and heading to the clinic. Fun, fun, fun. Thankfully, I've discovered the perfect task to work on while in a zombie like state. Dictations. At some point after meeting with a patient, our provider records all the important S.O.A.P.(E.) information and then someone (in this case me) comes along and actually writes it into the chart. It doesn't require a lot of thought, and I still learn a great deal.
Then the next night, there was a call just after midnight for two ambulance crews. I was already asleep and was awakened by my radio, but at the time I wasn't sure if it was really happening or if I was dreaming it. It didn't help that my hostess had just been telling me about a situation very similar to that being described over the radio. Needless to say, I did not respond to this one... I heard later that it took them about three hours to resolve this one, and they didn't need to transport anyone from the clinic.
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