{July 3, 2012}   What an Eventful Day!

I got a call this morning from my mother informing me that they took my brother in for emergency exploratory surgery. My brother and I are very close, so I flew out of my house and headed for the hospital. I was clipping right along almost ten miles per hour over the speed limit following a Chevy Trail Blazer. All of a sudden a large plumbing truck pulled a U-Turn in front of the Trail Blazer (we were traveling almost fifty mph) and the Trail Blazer swerved to avoid him, but ended up hitting the truck head-on. My first thoughts were “This is not happening right now, now of all times, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”. So I slammed on my breaks, flipped on my emergency lights and blocked both lanes of traffic with my vehicle (the two vehicles involved were already blocking both lanes). I hopped out, ran over to check on the elderly couple in the Trail Blazer because it sustained the worst damage and then went to check on the driver of the plumbing truck. There was no PI, no fluids leaking (unbelievably) and so I called it into dispatch and gave them all of the information. They never sent a tone out to the Fire/EMS department and I was directing traffic and trying to continually evaluate the occupants of the vehicles (make sure they stayed coherent, etc) for about fifteen minutes before anyone showed up to help me out. I was pissed. I still am, but not because I had to stop to help these people out. I’m upset because no one responded for so long. What if one of the occupants had in fact hit their head or been hurt by a seat belt that was across their stomach? They wouldn’t know they were hurt right away because they were shaken and their adrenaline was doing overtime. More often than not you hear about people being “fine” or seemingly unhurt, then after the adrenaline wears off the injury makes itself present, sometimes ten to fifteen minutes after the actual occurrence of the injury. Had this happened today I would have been risking my life, their lives and the lives of every person on that stretch of road just passing through (direct traffic to prevent yet another accident or attend to someone laying on the pavement?).

I finally made it to the hospital, my brother emerged from surgery and was doing well. Then… I went to my doctor’s appointment for my shoulder injury. The Orthopedist drained fluid from my shoulder joint and then did four injections in the joint. I am a hurting girl right now. I have turned off my pager, per doctor’s orders, and am going to try to get some sleep.

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