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I was conscious and I knew it was a bad idea to move, but I did. As I lay in the street, bystanders who helped by calling paramedics said “Don’t move” to which I replied “OK, I won’t move but are you standing around me? I am in the street and I don’t want to get run over again.”
I was conscious and I knew it was a bad idea to move, but I did. As I lay in the street, bystanders who helped by calling paramedics said “Don’t move” to which I replied “OK, I won’t move but are you standing around me? I am in the street and I don’t want to get run over again.”
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Strangely, I felt more free than I ever have. My work, my responsibilities, my worries and anxieties were all gone. I knew I had no control over anything and I’d just be going along to deal with whatever came.
When the paramedics arrived, they
Said they would have to cut my coat off. I said no. It was a very nice, perfect color, deeply discounted (and probably mis-priced) North Face winter coat, best I’ve ever owned, from Marshall’s. Amazingly, they didn’t cut off my coat. It was a fairly mild, sunny
day, just into sunset and I was only wearing a t-shirt underneath, so we unzipped it and slid it off as I lay on the board they had slid under me. When we got in the ambulance, the male paramedic said they would have to cut my t-shirt off. I wasn’t happy about that because
it was a funky new t-shirt from Art Smart’s Dart Mart and Juggling Emporium on Milwaukee’s east side, off Brady Street that a friend had sent after I sent her two shirts from Swanky’s in Denver, which is an amazing Green Bay Packers bar near Coors Field.
They cut shirt off down my chest and
Told me that they were going to inject me with some fentanyl and I said “That’s interesting because my brother recently died from a fentanyl overdose in Milwaukee.”
He explained that this wasn’t the same and that the fentanyl he would administer was hospital grade … and I interrupted him saying
No, I know exactly what it is. And it’s a good medicine for pain, go ahead and give it to me and he did.
The paramedics took me to St. Joe’s and once they took a picture of my neck immediately gurney’d me out to the hallway to board a new ambulance, headed for Denver Health, a trauma center