Archive for January, 2013

Yep, I’m back. Its been a while since I logged into my blog. Today is one of those days the blog will be my couch.

Since leaving the road over a year and a half ago, I pretty much dove into my new corporate life with gusto. It took less than a month to stop carrying equipment in my car and packed it away in a cupboard.

Now, whilst I have kept up with the latest teachings, updating my ACLS, and PALS, it still isnt actually treating patients. A decision I havent regretted making. I love my new career, and personally, I feel I have fulfulled my short term goal, and now for the long term.

Anyway, part of my function involves alot of travel. From neighboring countries to major cities and tiny towns in South Africa.
Today, whilst on the road,having just left a Service Provider, a huge accident happened in front of me.

17 years of operational experience as Advanced Life Support couldnt have prepared me for the emotions of today.

Taking the chaos in, with the dust settling,  I went into automatic mode. Moments later I’m kneeling on the grass, holding a little 2 year old lateral, his blood on my hands and arms, trying to clear his airway, while shouting at bystanders who were arriving to call ambulances. I have at my disposal over a 100 ambulance services, so I got another bystander to phone my company call centre, while telling people standing around to phone others. All I knew, I desperately needed ALS to assist.

I saw his little mouth take a last breath, and started CPR. Being operational, I have always had a boot full of equipment at a stretch away, and here I was, compressing this tiny chest, knowing that all I could do, is perform CPR which will keep his heart going long enough until help arrives.

And they did. Extremely fast. Advanced Life Support Paramedics from different private ambulance services arrived and I stood back and watched them take over. I realised then, that this is what it feels like when I used to arrive. The feeling of extraordinary relief when the the response car stops and you realise help has arrived.

The way these Paramedics and ambulance crews, from competing companies, worked together, made me so proud. There was no competitive bickering over the patients, just all working together to save this innocent little boy.

The little boy? I don’t know…. He is in ICU… And now its a waiting game.

When I drove from the scene to the office, I felt emotions welling up. Operationally, it was always debriefing thoughts going through my mind, what we did, what we didnt do, what we missed, what we could’ve done better etc.
Today, I felt like a normal average joe, having been involved in a horrific scene, and now alone with my thoughts as I drove the 80 km back to work.

Although my experience is telling me the worst, I still pray he lives to play again!
And yes, the jump bag goes back in the car!

To the ambulance services, paramedics, fire fighters and police who helped today. Thank you for your selfless commitment to serve the public.