Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2005 10:32:38 -0500
From: Miguel Sanchez <miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pilot III Ch 5

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The Pilot III

Shane and Robert's Life

Chapter 5

He said he would as he turned off the light and I turned onto my side and
drifted off to sleep.

5 AM came too quickly for me and Robert didn't even budge when the alarm
went off. I had taken my uniforms out of the dryer but didn't hang them up
in the closet or get a shirt ready. I went out into the laundry room and
pulled on a pair of trousers then brought an Air Rescue Polo into the
kitchen.

I managed go get two cups of coffee down before I had to leave. I first had
to stop by the helo pad to find what station I was going to then drive over
there. It took me only 10 minutes to get to the pad but it took close to
thirty because of the Police and Sheriff's Deputies out checking drivers.
They would stop me and as soon as they saw my uniform the waved me on. I
arrived about 5 minutes late and the Captain there said, "It nice that you
could join us."

Considering I didn't really have to do this I wasn't in the mood for his
jovial comments. "I bet you are," I said, "Considering I was on vacation."

He kind of glared at me until he saw my pilot's wings and name plate. He
walked over closer and said, "Are you Buck Taylor's son?"

I smiled at him and said, "The one and only."

"I knew your Dad when he worked for EMS," he said. "He was one hell of a
pilot. You have some big shoes to fill."

"I'll never do that," I said smiling. "His feet are bigger than mine."

"I see you have his quick whit too," he said laughing.

We walked over to a kid who couldn't have been more than 19 or 20 and said,
"This is Jordie Mason. He knows this area and is a good man. Don't let that
baby face fool you, he's really 25 and been here for 4 years."

He stood up and said, "Nice to meet you sir."

"The name's Shane," I said. "You can cut the sir right now. My Dad was the
officer, not me."

"Alright Shane," he said smiling.

He went over and checked the rig out while I was busy checking him out. I
went into the back and inventoried the ALS equipment and looked at the drug
box to make sure the seal was intact. I signed off on the drug box then went
into the day room to wait for our first run.

I got myself a cup of coffee and sat down to watch the morning news. They
were showing some air shots of the damage and I still had a hard time
believing my eyes. I took my last mouthful when the alarm went off. It was a
medical call for a woman in labor.

The Captain handed me a portable radio and said, "Acknowledge the
dispatcher."

"10-4 dispatch, Medic 23 responding," I said.

"Medic 23 responding, 0655," she said.

The bay door was opened and I let Jordie drive as he was familiar with the
area. It took us about 10 minutes to get to the address and when we arrived
there was a woman sitting up drinking coffee and having a cigarette. I
looked at her and said, "What seems to be the problem?"

"I'm having contractions," she said as she took another drag off her
cigarette."

I looked at her and said, "The first thing you're going to do is put that
thing out."

She got a little pissy but did as I asked. "How far along are you?" I asked.

"I dunno," she said. "I just know I'm pregnant."

I took her vital signs and we got her onto the stretcher. We wheeled her out
to the ambulance and got her loaded inside. I wanted to examine her but I
decided against it. I told Jordie to give us a Code 1 roll to Jackson then I
notified them we were on our way to their location.

It took about 15 minutes to get there and she didn't have a single
contraction the whole time. We got her into the GYN room and I gave my
report. Jordie took the stretcher outside and changed the sheet then loaded
it back into the rig. I did the paper work and when I saw the nurse I said,
"I didn't examine her but I just don't think she's pregnant. If she is,
she's about a month, if that."

The nurse looked at me and said, "We know her here. She's one of your, as
you put it, frequent flyers."

I shook my head and said, "I'm not normally on ambulances."

She looked at my uniform and said, "Oooo, a pilot."

"Yep," I said smiling. "And spoken for."

"Damn," she said. "I never got off the ground."

We laughed then I said, "Well, gotta go. I'll probably see you later."

I was glad she didn't push things further because I didn't want to let out
that I was gay. I met Jordie outside and he said, "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," I said. "Why didn't you tell me she was a frequent flyer?"

"Didn't know how you'd treat her," He said as he picked up the microphone
and cleared the unit from their last call.

"Hey man," I said. "I'm all business. There may come a time when they call
us and there is really something wrong with them."

Jordie looked at me as we pulled out into traffic then said, "It's tough
when they're always crying wolf."

"I agree," I said. "But with this chick, I couldn't tell if she was pregnant
or not at first and I didn't feel comfortable checking her belly. But I did
notice that she didn't have a contraction while we were in route to the
hospital."

"This was a new complaint for her this time," Jordie said. "But she was
still a frequent flyer."

We talked on our way back to the station and after he backed the rig into
the bay I said, "All we can do is just go with what they say and let the
hospital sort it out."

"I guess," Jordie said. "I can't wait until I become a paramedic."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"I'll know for sure if they're really sick," he said.

We walked towards the day room and I grabbed a soda then said, "It's not our
job to know if they're really sick. It's our job to make sure they're stable
enough to get them to the hospital."

"Well I'd know," he said.

I shook my head and thought, `This kid will wash out for sure unless he
changes his attitude.'

I went into the medic's room and filled out the call log when the Captain
came in and said, "How was your first run?"

"Piece of cake," I said still writing.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing Cap," I said taking a drink of my soda.

"You look a million miles away," he said.

I sat up and said, "Well sir, it's Jordie. He seems to be a good enough EMT
but he has this thing with repeat callers. He just thinks they're
bullshitting us and that could prove to be disastrous."

"I see," he said. "His goal is to be a paramedic."

"I know," I said. "He told me that but if he don't change he's gonna miss
something one of these days and it's going to come back and bite him right
square in the ass."

"I see you're a field trainer," he said.

"Yeah," I said. "But I only have them for a week. We don't get many frequent
flyers needing air transport."

He smiled and said, "That's true."

I was about to say something when the alarm went off. The voice said,
"Station 23, Medic 23 Accident with injuries 10250 US 1, possible
entrapment, time 1005. Station 23, Medic 23 Accident with injuries 10250 US
1, possible entrapment, time 1005.

I got up and headed for the rig and keyed my radio saying, "Medic 23
responding."

The Captain acknowledged the station and the voice said, "10-4 Medic 23 and
Station 23, time 1006"

We let the engine pull out first and we followed a safe distance behind
them. Jordie said, "Now this is the type of call I like."

I shook my head at his comment. It took just 5 minutes to get to the scene
and the firemen were able to open the doors. Jordie slapped the rig and
said, "God, why did they say entrapment?"

I looked at him and said, "Better safe than sorry. We don't know who called
it in."

Well they," he started saying.

I looked at him and said, "Cool the attitude. In my eyes, you have a lot to
learn about this job."

"Yeah, ok," he said.

We got our gear and I did a quick assessment and found the driver's foot was
trapped under the brake pedal. I told the Captain what I had found and he
had his men cut the pedal so we could get him out. I looked at Jordie and
said, "See dude, it was an entrapment but not what you thought."

He turned around and got the back board and stretcher while I examined the
patient. I took his vitals then checked his head and neck putting a cervical
collar on him. I slipped a short board behind him and got him secured to it
as Jordie and I eased him out while a fireman gently lifted his left leg and
foot.

Once he was on the stretcher, I looked at his leg. I found a fractured ankle
so when he was in the rig I put a jet splint on it. He was an older
gentleman so I put him on the monitor and transported him. I started an IV
then called the hospital with our report. The nurse said to give him 4mgs of
morphine so I administered that and I continued to monitor his vital signs.

The man was resting comfortably as Jordie drove. He thought we were at
Homestead in a NASCAR race with the hard stops. I stuck my head up front and
said, "Easy on the hard stops dude. You're throwing me around back here."

Jordie got us there in one piece, barely and the patient was delivered to
the trauma unit. I was doing my paper work and I thought, `I can't take this
guy for 24 hours. He's an accident waiting to happen.'

When I finished my paperwork, I called the Captain and told him what
happened on the way in. He asked me if I was sure about his driving and I
said, "I didn't say anything until we were about half way there."

He said, "Very well Shane. I'll have another man for you."

When we arrived back at the station the Captain took Jordie aside and talked
to him. He glared at me then said, "You're just jealous `cause I'm better
than you are."

I walked up to him and said, "I'm 35 years old and I've been with this
department for over 10 years. I've been in fires that would make you wet
your pants and I'm now a pilot with the air services. I'm not better than
any other man in this department but you still have a lot to learn and if
you don't change your attitude you'll never make it as a paramedic."

"Oh yes I will," he said. "I can pass that test right now."

I looked at him and said, "Yeah, you may have all the book smarts it takes
to pass the test but there is still one more thing you have to pass and that
is 6 months out in the field under the supervision of experienced
paramedics. If you can't handle people out there, you'll get washed out
faster than you can blink your eyes. Now I suggest you get it together. Oh,
and one more thing dude, those rigs are top heavy. They aren't race cars."

I turned and walked into the medic's room and did my paperwork. I was about
to leave when the Captain came in with another man. He said, "Shane, this is
Tony Alvarez. He will finish your shift out with you."

`Be still my heart,' I thought as I almost started drooling.

This guy was as cute as Robert and I felt myself getting stiff. I slid under
the desk and said, "Nice to meet you."

I willed my dick down so I could stand and shake his hand. The Captain said,
"Tony's another experienced EMT and wants to transfer to the medical side. I
hate to lose him but watch him in the field and let me know what you think."

"Sure Cap," I said.

He looked at Tony and said, "This is Shane Taylor. He's an experienced
Paramedic and is normally assigned to Air Services but we need him on the
ground today."

"Nice to meet you," he said. "Your Dad is legend around this station."

`Damn,' I thought. `I guess I do have some big shoes to fill.'

"Well I don't know much about that," I said. "But he's why I decided to
become a pilot too.

I was about to say something else when the alarm went off again. The voice
said, "Medic 23, sick child 2241 SW 123rd Street, time 1246. Medic 23, sick
child 2241 SW 123rd Street, time 1246."

Tony and I headed for the rig as I said, "Medic 23 responding."

The voice said, "10-4 Medic 23, time out 1247."

Tony started the engine and turned on the lights and siren and we were off.
I noticed he was moving through traffic smoothly and quickly without scaring
the hell out of me. I guess that's why I liked flying because I didn't have
people in my way. It took us about 7 minutes to get to the house and we
grabbed our gear and went inside.

When we got inside there was a woman frantically spitting Spanish to us like
there was no tomorrow. Tony calmed her down and got the basic information as
to what was wrong. I found out that she had eaten a little while ago then
started throwing up. I had Tony ask her what she had and her mother said
just a glass of milk with her cereal. I had Tony check the milk and he said,
"It's spoiled Shane."

I looked at him and said, "Tell the mother that then set me up an IV of
normal saline please."

I had Tony explain to the mother what we were going to do. He talked softly
to the child while I quickly slid the catheter into her vein. I got it in
then Tony handed me the tubing and I connected it to the catheter. Tony was
checking her vitals then I lifted her onto the stretcher.

I didn't want to give her something for the vomiting just yet because I
wanted her to get everything out of her stomach. When we got her into the
rig, she was having the dry heaves. I found out how much she weighed then
called the hospital with my report. I gave them all the information then
asked to give her 12.5 mgs of Phenergan for the vomiting. That request was
approved and I gave it to her through the IV. I had Mom sit up front then
said, "Let's go Tony. Give me a smooth code 3 run to the hospital."

It took about 6 minutes to get to Miami Children's and I monitored her
vitals along the way. The medication put the girl to sleep and she didn't
wake up until we pulled on the stretcher as we unloaded her. We got her into
the Observation Bay and I gave the doctors my report as we transferred her
off our stretcher.

Tony quickly changed the sheet on the litter while I did my paperwork. He
came in as I put them into the basket and my copy in the bottom of my tray.
"Good job dude," I said. "My Spanish is non-existent and I never could have
calmed her down. You're good with kids too."

He smiled and said, "Thanks, I love kids. I hope to have about 4 or 5 one
day."

I laughed as we went back out to the rig and said, "Man, you're really a
glutton for punishment."

We were on our way back to the station and the traffic was heavy with people
looking to get gas so we headed down some back roads and alleys. There was a
lot of debris on the side streets so we had to take it slow. We turn down an
alley so we could get back onto a main street and it was almost impassable.
We got out and moved some tree limbs out of the road when I saw what looked
like a big pile of rags. Tony saw it too and he went over to move it when he
yelled, "Shane, quick it's child."

I ran over and we log rolled onto his back and I felt for a pulse. I found a
faint one while Tony checked his breathing. "He's alive but barely." I said.

We got our gear and started checking him over for injuries. His clothes were
soaked and his skin felt cold. Thank god the temperature wasn't that cold
out. Tony put a cervical collar on him then we got him onto a back board. We
lifted him onto the stretcher then loaded him into the rig. We cut his wet
clothes off him then I checked his core temperature while Tony got his
vitals.

His temperature was only 95.6 which wasn't all that bad considering. Tony
put him on the monitor while I started an IV to start warming him up. I
called dispatch and let them know we came across a child down then called
Jackson. I pulled the drug box down beside me in case his heart rhythm
changed on the way to the hospital. We strapped him down and I said, "Code 3
Tony and let's make it quick."

To be continued