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Re: Re: Internet Saves The Girl!
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Anonymous
(Sorry, false-posted earlier. Anyway.)
Woman talking on the phone to her grandmother. Her grandmother stops talking. She yells at her for a while, and then calls 911 from her cell. We show up, lights and sirens, screech our giant Freightliner ambulance to a halt in front of her house. Three minutes later and begin banging on the door, yelling, etc., no response.
We check on the ETA of the responding police, they say fifteen minutes, something else bad is apparently going on. On the one hand, this is not a neighborhood where one goes into a situation like this without a weapon, on the other, fifteen minutes sure does matter if this elderly lady is unconscious. So, calculated risk, affected by the fact that we're, you know, 25, and consideration of mortality seem kind of abstract.
It's a fire ambulance, so we have breathing apparatus and a set of "irons" - fire ax and Halligan bar; our driver reports to communications what we're doing and I give one last "FIRE DEPARTMENT!" and nail the door with the head of the axe, one good shot leaves it like a loose tooth, and the other explosively puts most of it into the back hall while we stand on either side waiting for gunfire. Nothing, but for some reason the lights in the house won't come on, so we manually clear each room on the first floor with our flashlights, go up to the second floor and do the same, yelling "Ms. XXX! FIRE DEPARTMENT ARE YOU IN HERE?" the whole time.
I get up to the third floor, do a quick duck of my head around the corner and see a little tiny old black lady lying in her bed in the back of the house, phone in her limp hand. Crap, I thought, real call now, and walked back to the back room. The second I walk through her door, she pops up, takes a second, puts it together mentally, and says "Oh. Oh honey, I'm sorry. I took one of them Ambien. Those things will knock you out."
Brief physical exam, and she was completely fine. And very gracious about our annihilating her front door, though we did ask her to not sleep in that house until she could get it fixed better than we were able to...it'd be a great Ambien commercial.
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