Today I write from the ambulance garage as I wait for the pager to go off.
It's unnerving. The others seem relaxed, but there is an ever-present underlying sense of anticipation and tension. The alert tones sound. Everyone moves in practiced rhythm to the rig and we go flying down the road with lights flashing, siren blaring. I don’t know what we will actually find on scene until we arrive. And even then, medicine can only go so far. At some point, our human efforts fail and prayer is the only resource left.