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So I EMT Saturday and not a thing all day. Usually it’s the busiest day. About three pm we wander over to the fireman’s carnival and sit at the ambulance corps’s tent. Watching the crowd, gossiping, and making catty remarks about how thirteen year old girls dress in public. Got myself a white hot and some fried dough.

4 pm it all changed. We get toned out. Some guy hanged himself. We sprint to the ambulance. Run red clear across town. Fire and police are there. The guy is down and they have oxygen on him. Lousy sounding breathing, slow and raspy. Large abrasion circling the neck.

Cut to finish. In Emergency Department, still breathing. Many, many people working on him. I’m all hot and sweaty and frazzled. Paramedic was super. Fire Department did wonders in getting him out of the narrow room and narrow stair and house to our ambulance.

I’m going to drop a note to our CISD person. Feeling a bit off because of this call.