08 July 2010

Ahhhh...the town of Tweetville.

Medic 13 with @ckemtp and Happy Medic (in their snazzy uniforms with new patch and EMS 2.0 badges) are called to a MVA in front of @shell1972's house. Upon arrival, Engine 9 with @FireCritic in command gives report of a very disheveled teenage driver with a vuvuzela impaled in his right shoulder after tangling with a SUV at about 45 miles an hour.

Our heroes package up the young driver and take him to St. MotherSuperior WOI.


While there, the young man's parents find out that Dr. Flamingbagodogpoop is the on call in the ER and raise quite a stink about it.  They sign their kid out AMA and send him to another hospital.


On the other side of Tweetville, the hospital at Ft. Hooah is bragging about the new equipment they have received to treat Soldiers and their familes.  Their lead doctor is shining up the eagles on his coat to brag.


Now, on the other side of the globe, somewhere near Asscrackistan...


Outside the tent that holds the Emergency Room EMT section of the 108th Combat Support Hospital, in it's own separate tent, the 999th Ground Ambulance Company has one of their rigs sent out.  Sitting in the "Johnny Gage" seat is a dapper looking Staff Sergeant and his humble young partner arrive and do a quick triage of their 3 casualties.  #1 has an open head injury with gray matter showing.  #2 has a case of explosive anal seepage.  #3 has an injured left shoulder from the steering wheel of their Hummer. While the patients are being sorted, the active duty medic and the Staff Sergeant have a discussion like this.

AD medic:  "Unga bunga, him go first (the diahreah)"
SSG: "No, I want the head injury in first (he's expectant)"
AD medic: "Unga stupid Reservist! You no do this all time!"
SSG: "As a matter of fact, I do!"
AD medic: "Unga bunga me active, me rule, we do this way"
SSG: "Let's play Rock, Paper, RANK, Og. I do this in the REAL world. Head boo boo go first, then butt pirate, then bad shoulder"
AD medic: "Hooah, Sergeant"

They all get loaded up in the ambo and taken to the CSH, with the humble young partner driving ("We want to get there, Hippie").  

Now, is Joe going to care that he was packaged, given a pain relief, and transported to a hospital by a Reservist, that didn't have all the newest toys?  Is Joe going to care that the EMT nurse that saw him is a PHRN in the real world?  Is Joe going to care that  the OR doc and the OR techs work at the very same St. MotherSuperior?


All Joe is going to care about is getting fixed and back in the fight with his buddies...

...or sent home.




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