Emergency Stories

Frank is mid-shift when the radio crackles with an urgent call to dispatch him southbound on I-5 toward a "Code 3, possible STEMI in transit." The ambulance shudders as he weaves between traffic, his partner Marcos white-knuckling the wheel. "Here we go again! Another one, and so soon?" he mutters, flicking sirens louder as rain smears the windshield. In the back, Frank's fingers hover over the AED, already calculating: t...

The Emergency Department: people don’t like being here. It usually means your sick, or injured, or someone you know is sick or injured. The only other reason to be here is because you attend to the sick and injured. As well as the insane, the inebriated, and the incensed. I’m here because I’m rostered to work. My first year as a doctor.Apparently being a doctor is supposed to be glamorous. Or at least vaguely noble. In bo...