A “person shaking and cold after having an ultrasound” according to the dispatcher and the MDT
We are going by ourselves, and a quick glance at the directions tells me it might be a 15-minute ride. Just enough time to set my fantasy lineup for the weekend.
How do we know which house it is, if we are having trouble locating? That’s right, it’s the one with all the cars in the driveway.
Four cars this time.
Sure enough, some lady is sitting on a couch, shaking. She complains of being cold, and thinks this is some sort of a reaction to the ultrasound she had earlier.
I have already checked out, but we load the nice lady up anyways, and do a full workup.
Her pressure is better than mine, 12-lead is a sinus rhythm in the sixties, blood sugar is around 100, she’s afebrile, blah, blah, blah.
So we head on over to the hospital with, you guessed it, a guy following us in his car. He’s playing it tight, too. Less than one car length behind us, and he even has his flashers on.
Instead of brood over how stupid people are, I try to decide between starting Antonio Brown or Dez Bryant in my flex spot.
Before we can get this lady out of the ambulance, the follower is all up in Slimm’s face.
“What took you so long to get to the hospital?!”
“Nothing? It took about ten minutes.”
“Why didn’t you go emergency? Use the lights and the siren?”
“Because it wasn’t necessary? Because your wife’s vital signs are all just fine.”
“Hell, I could have brought her here in less time!”
“Why the hell did I call an ambulance if I could have taken her to the hospital just the same?!”
Gotta love it when they answer their own questions.