Another breathtaking story from Traumaqueen...
Think being a bike paramedic in touristy part of Edinburgh, Scotland sounds like a cushy job? Think again. Another breathtaking story from my favorite nurse blogger who's not actually a nurse...
I’m noodling around Parliament Square on the High Street, chatting to stewards and watching shows when my phone blares in my ear. I’ve got all SAS numbers set to a particularly obnoxious ringtone, a submarine’s dive alarm.
I blip the handsfree button at my jaw.
“This is Kal.”
“Kal…where are you?”
“On the High Street. Where’s the job?”
“We have a male colla….correction…we have a male in cardiac arrest just down the road, can you attend?”
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