Number Eight

“Medic 9, take the response. 24 Right in Front of You Drive for the difficulty breathing. Enter through the back door.”

Long Lost Sister and I sign out on scene as the dispatcher finishes talking. By dumb luck, the address truly was Right in Front of Us. Computer [...]

OK, NBC, I watched it.

I was working last night. No helicopters crashed, nothing blew up, and I certainly did not get laid. In fact, we treated one seizure patient and watched Monday Night Football. Thanks to the magic that is TiVo, I finally got the chance to watch Trauma this afternoon.

I [...]