My head is in a whirl.
I started my clinical service rotation for neonatal transport on the first of the month. What a first week.
I have been out on "runs" six times now. On two occasions, the venture was in northern Ontario so that we had to ride in a 6 seater plane...not the best thing in the world especially when there is a lot of turbulence in the air. Good thing, I was able to keep my insides in.
In another instance, the team was already out for a baby with a difficult airway, I was summoned in for assistance. The hospital was about a good 40-45 minutes away from the downtown Toronto core. So, how did I get to them in 25 minutes? Call for police assistance, of course. This was at 3 in the morning. As I approached the car, I said that I would not ride at the back. Who knows who and what has gone on in there. It looked pretty menacing. The patrol car "flew" on the hi-way 401 at 160 kph. The officer casually remarked about how fast we were going, looking sideways at me to check if I was alright. No sweat. Ahh..finally, someone who drives like a Pinoy!!
As he slowed in front of the hospital emergency room entrance to let me off (lights and sirens on), the ER staff jumped on to their feet...awaiting the worse, but then out came little me.
I write this now and I think, what awesome memories....
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