medic2b03
10-30-2003, 21:37
> When God Created Paramedics:
>
> When the Lord made paramedic He was into his sixth day of overtime. An
> angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on
> this one." And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order?
> A paramedic has to be able to help an injured person, breathe life into a
> dying person, and give comfort to a family that has lost their only
> child and not wrinkle their uniform. They have to be able to lift 3
> times their own weight, work 12 to 16 hours straight without missing a
> detail, console a grieving mother as they are doing CPR on a baby they
> know will never breathe again. They have to be in top mental condition
> at all times, running on too little sleep, black coffee and half-eaten
> meals. And they have to have six pairs of hands."
> The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no
> way!" "It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the
> Lord, "It's the two pairs of eyes a paramedic has to have." "That's on the
> standard model?" asked the angel. The Lord nodded. "One pair that does
> quick glances while making note of any physical changes, And another
> pair of eyes that can look reassuringly at a bleeding patient and say,
> "You'll be all right ma'am" when they know it isn't so." "Lord," said
> the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow." "I
> can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk to a 250
> pound grieving family member whose child has been hit by a drunk
> driver... who, by the way, is laying in the next room uninjured, and
> feed a family of five on a paramedics paycheck."
> The angel circled the model of the paramedic very slowly, "Can it think?"
> she asked. "You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the symptoms of
> 100 illnesses; recite drug calculations in its sleep; intubate,
> defibrillate, medicate, and continue CPR nonstop until help arrives...
> and still it keep its sense of humor. This paramedic also has phenomenal
> personal control. They can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coax a
> frightened elderly person to unlock their door, comfort a murder
> victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how paramedics are
> insensitive and uncaring and are only doing a job."
> Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of
> the paramedic. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were
> trying to put too much into this model." "That's not a leak," said the
> Lord, "It's a tear." "What's the tear for?" asked the angel. "It's for
> bottled-up emotions, for patients they've tried in vain to save, for
> commitment to the hope that they will make a difference in a person's
> chance to survive, for life."
> "You're a genius," said the angel. The Lord looked somber. "I didn't
> put it there," He said.
Jackie
>
> When the Lord made paramedic He was into his sixth day of overtime. An
> angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on
> this one." And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order?
> A paramedic has to be able to help an injured person, breathe life into a
> dying person, and give comfort to a family that has lost their only
> child and not wrinkle their uniform. They have to be able to lift 3
> times their own weight, work 12 to 16 hours straight without missing a
> detail, console a grieving mother as they are doing CPR on a baby they
> know will never breathe again. They have to be in top mental condition
> at all times, running on too little sleep, black coffee and half-eaten
> meals. And they have to have six pairs of hands."
> The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no
> way!" "It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the
> Lord, "It's the two pairs of eyes a paramedic has to have." "That's on the
> standard model?" asked the angel. The Lord nodded. "One pair that does
> quick glances while making note of any physical changes, And another
> pair of eyes that can look reassuringly at a bleeding patient and say,
> "You'll be all right ma'am" when they know it isn't so." "Lord," said
> the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow." "I
> can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk to a 250
> pound grieving family member whose child has been hit by a drunk
> driver... who, by the way, is laying in the next room uninjured, and
> feed a family of five on a paramedics paycheck."
> The angel circled the model of the paramedic very slowly, "Can it think?"
> she asked. "You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the symptoms of
> 100 illnesses; recite drug calculations in its sleep; intubate,
> defibrillate, medicate, and continue CPR nonstop until help arrives...
> and still it keep its sense of humor. This paramedic also has phenomenal
> personal control. They can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coax a
> frightened elderly person to unlock their door, comfort a murder
> victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how paramedics are
> insensitive and uncaring and are only doing a job."
> Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of
> the paramedic. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were
> trying to put too much into this model." "That's not a leak," said the
> Lord, "It's a tear." "What's the tear for?" asked the angel. "It's for
> bottled-up emotions, for patients they've tried in vain to save, for
> commitment to the hope that they will make a difference in a person's
> chance to survive, for life."
> "You're a genius," said the angel. The Lord looked somber. "I didn't
> put it there," He said.
Jackie