First Day on the Job

OK, so it's the first day on the job, and the first run of the day. It's a 10 minute transport of a DNR to a hospice. Load up a pink, but struggling 90+ female and put her in the truck and take a quick set of vitals. Not great, but she's not going to be our problem for long, so off we go with me in the back.

Six minutes later, dead. I keep trying to reposition, sternal rub...even tried the HEY!!!!!!!! attempt at verbal cardioversion. Partner starts calling supervisor and everyone else he can find, and we arrive at the NH. Well, hell, they don't want her. I sit in the back of the truck with a dead body and we can't find anyone to take her. Eventually, we locate the patient's doc and he calls ahead to the originating hospital and they agree to pronounce her and give her the basement transfer.

By the time I'm back at the station, the word is already all over the company.

First day on the job, and I already have my nickname: The Angel of Death

Divorce Granted

Two words.

Three dates and a proposal. One year of engagement. 25 and a half years of marriage. Lived twice in Florida. Twice in Louisiana. Once each in Montana and Hawaii. Two great kids. Three months separated.

Divorce granted.