It is getting colder here. It was 27 last night. And the power went out. Hence the heat went out. Brrrrrrr. Thank goodness for my comforter. Back on this morning. Note to DYNCORP: You gotta put Mr. Diesel in Mr. Generator...
The Pakistani border is still closed. We are wondering when we are going to run out of food and fuel. Food, they can put in an airplane. Gas, not so much.
I was at the Role 3 meeting when I got a call about an eye injury involving a power tool at the clinic. I talked to the folks at the Urgent Care clinic, now the "referral clinic," and they said to use the base ambulance, because they can take people straight to the Trauma Bay. When I drove back to the clinic I was informed that that had already happened. So we waited, and waited, and waited. No ambulance. WTF? We have a radio that talks directly to ambulance dispatch, so I called them. They had no ambulance request. (Turns out that we had called the wrong number. Our "911" is a 12 digit number.) So, I made a request for an ambulance over the radio.I had to use our ambulance's call sign to make the request. An ambulance calling an ambulance. The dispatcher was a little confused. Don't we have an ambulance? Yes, we do, but I need yours. Ok, they'll send one. The crew arrived, just a little confused, especially when they had to walk by our ambulance parked in the driveway. But they were quite nice and took our patient. Probably because the crew was Australian. Americans would have bitched and complained. Not the Aussies. Just came, took a look at the guy, packed him up, and left. Fair dinkum, mate.
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