Today definitely bordered on Bill Murray’s version of Groundhog Day.
Remember the movie?
Well, after digging out my piles . . .
. . . we were sent after our first patient.
On our way out the ER door, patient on stretcher, I called our fair well over my shoulder.
“Thanks! See you later today guys!”
Marky, my partner for the shift, almost threw the RSI kit at me.
The ER staff started hollering at my slip. That was almost as bad as saying the ‘Q’ word to them.
I chuckled all the way to the helicopter as my crew chastised me. I am easily entertained.
The flight was uneventful, and lunch was waiting on us 3 hours after we originally ordered it. I got into the second bite of my monster sub when—
—the tones went off.
Minutes later, ass planted in my seat, helmet on my head, lifting to go back to the same hospital for another patient, I was still groaning at the non-prank irony.
And the Ground Hog’s Day movie references began.
Murphy (as in ‘Law’ not ‘Bill’) knew I had a lot I wanted to accomplish today. It just wasn’t meant to be. Apparently my pilot for the day was recently jinxed with being a mission magnet so we kept flying.
I can’t remember the last time I did three flights in one shift. Yeah Mark Thomas, I know, three flights aren’t much when you hot load cheap scenes in So. Cal. but the our first two patient pick ups were to a hospital 25 flight minutes away. Yup, ONE way. The third mission was to a hospital 45 minutes away.
That makes a three flight 12 hour shift long. And I loved every minute of this 13.5 hour day.
Shifts like this are so much better when you have an awesome crew.
As well as the chance to stretch your legs.
And views so incredible, they always leave you in awe.
Even though Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, and we are doomed to 6 more weeks of winter, I think I can deal with it.
And I promise I won’t fly angry!