Hurricane Irene preparations are in full swing here at the Allen's Avenue Fire Station. Generator is functional, fluid levels checked, outside perimeter secured, apparatus ready. The Captain has the troops on high stress level and ready to blow at any second. Mutiny is imminent. Should a bloody coup develop and the Captain made to walk […]
She’s eighty-four, lying on her side in some mulch outside of the nursing home. Her left ankle was broken. She was conscious, and moaning, afraid. The primary assessment was unremarkable, vital signs stable. We boarded and collared her, started IV’s, administered oxygen and got her into the rescue. I did some more vitals, still stable. […]
Irene is coming. There's something about a big storm that brings people together, and creates an air of excitement and anticipation that you can feel, as though an electric current was put in the air getting us moving. New England hasn't seen a big storm in decades, Bob in '91, Gloria in '80, Belle in […]
I just learned Benjamin has passed away. Rest in peace, Benjamin, and stay safe in Afghanastan, Brother. I can't beleve it's been four years. Benjamin (from 2007) Our patient lived above a restaurant on Wickenden Street, one of the more “hip” spots in Providence. Traffic was tight, the sidewalk busy while people shopped and relaxed […]
They call us niggers, spicks, crackers, douchebags, assholes and punks. They punch, spit ,kick, bite, head-butt, and throw things. They piss on the floor of the rescue, shit on the stretcher and put their bloody hands, their blood infected with Hepatitis and HIV on us. “We’re public servants and we need to have thicker skin. […]