Chatting on the phone with my sweetheart last night, about fifteen minutes into the call, I absentmindedly picked up a folded piece of paper on the ambulance dashboard.
It was one of our old refusal of care forms, with a patient’s demographic information jotted on it. On the other side, printed in 3-inch block letters, were the words, “SAVE ME.”
Bemused, I showed it to my partner…
… who promptly nodded in understanding, and barked in a stentorian, credible simile of our dispatch data terminal, “INCIDENT ASSIGNED!” followed by, “Hey Kelly, we have a call! CCT 526 to headquarters, we’re on it…”
Not quite what I had in mind, but it’s good to know she’s got my back.