Boston EMT: Drive-by-Dough

A Story by Abishai100

A narrated deep vignette about the experience of medical care (EMT-driver) in Boston, revealing strange depression.

One last ode to civilization, inspired very much by the searing Bringing Out the Dead (Nicolas Cage).

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I've lived in Boston (New England) for some time now. I've been a Boston EMT (emergency specialist, ambulance-driver) for some time now, and people in this great US city call me Lifeline, and it's perhaps because the city's general 'shape' suits my natural and calming interest in saving lives.

Now, you know Boston is very iconic at night, with its skyline resembling something like a painting of a city of motion and unusual resting stability, if not its palpable heartbeat.

The new Mass-General Hospital CEO-exec Stana Holgers ('SH') tells me one day, "You look pensive and have a faraway look in your eyes, as if this EMT-job in Boston has somehow...jaded you, good handsome fellow," and I wanted to kiss her, but she's right --- I've been an EMT for sometime now.

Now, I drive my proud Boston ambulance truck and I consider myself a generic 'human witness' of the medical/biological drama of the human species, and it's because New England is somehow reflective of the heartbeat of pluralism traffic in this continent, and it speaks volumes of why our Mass-General Hospital is the finest in the proud country! Yes, it is.

They call me Lifeline, and I drive around Boston in my ambulance-van (truck?) and consider my job routine and miraculous at the same time! I have to think like a ninja, work like a horse, believe in spirit like a cat, react like a fly, and believe like an angel. That's the job, and maybe Stana was right about my faraway eyes.

You might be driving at night, or in the day, to rescue a hapless New England soul who's been caught in the 'matrix' of unpredictably uncertain city traffic, a car accident, a shooting, a fire, or maybe something worse --- like an entire apartment of drug-overdose victims. That's why I drive my Boston ambulance-van (truck?).

I wheel my 'ER-patients' into Mass-General (hospital) and sometimes mellow them out, sedate them, cool them, clot their blood-loss/flow, or administer micro-procedures before getting them to ER-surgery and intensive care specialists. I've become quite friendly with the ER-staff over the years, since graduating from BC.

I'm actually quite good at my position as a Boston EMT, and I had to once sew up a kid's elbow and wrists after he'd gotten cut up by falling into a glass landing, and I did so with rather good precision before taking him to the Mass-General surgeons who had to remove shards out of his back, and I think this was all done with a miraculous patience. It's our job, really.

I stopped one night, in my ambulance-van, in front of two very attractive city hookers and had to ask them if they 'had what it took' that one night to help me forget about the sad truth of medical emergency repair(s), and I thought I fell in love that night. I simply can't forget.

The faculty/personnel at Mass-General are top-rated, and it's why many Harvard med-wizzes opt for this special New England building for developing their future expertise in staring into computer-graphics/arrays/X-rays to save the living bodies of everyday human beings, caught in the 'bad matrix' of accidental fear.

Someday, I'll retire to some European country and just drive around, in a Saab, and just remember what it's like to drive an ambulance-van in Boston. Driving helps calm the nerves, and you'd rather not let your 'adversary' --- the Grim Reaper --- realize/discover that the manly man driving the Mass-General ambulance-van (truck?) is perhaps (just maybe) as nervous as his patients (rescued souls).

At least there's baseball and Bostonians love baseball, and we EMT-folk appreciate reminders of why New England is a great place for sports...and simply forgetting!

Stana Holgers ('SH') is considered the best CEO-exec of a hospital in the nation, and you can see just by looking at her why managerial duties at a medical place are truly heavy, and she carries it all off with a magical touch of worldly sophistication. If I wasn't in love with the flower-girls of Boston, I might've asked her out --- maybe someday.

I was crucial in the saving of many lives at Mass-General, administering quickie-procedures before taking them to the hospital where they thankfully recovered, regardless of their circumstance(s)/guilt. However, we've lost many people to, to the uncertainty of Lady Death, and all I really remember is the 'quest' for perfection. We never think about the 'truth' of darkness.

Some Sundays, when I don't work at all, I walk to the Boston city cemetery and think about the lives lost to Fate, and why they'd not survived and what my role was and what I regret and what makes me inevitably think about the 'strange heroics' of everyday people in the world/universe of medicine.

Life is not worth lived if there's no risk or sadness! I don't like that belief. I'd rather think those we lost remind us that we'd made it through, and it's just that simple, really. These are real angels!

If I get married and have a son, I'm definitely buying him a Transformers Defensor robot-toy set, a 'super-combiner robot' composed of smaller hero-robots who transform 'mechanically' into medical/rescue vehicles (copters, EMT-vans, etc.).

Bringing out the dead can be like seeing a horror-film when you realized you'd rather be watching cartoons, but perhaps my experience in New England (Mass-General) will miraculously remind me of red flowers and the strange tunes of that very 'human quest' for medical perfection!

Someone in the ER asked me, "Do you read comic books?" and I had to reply to this lovely woman in the waiting-room, worrying about her brother in the surgery, "No, but you know what --- I think I'm going to start --- do you think that's a great idea?"