The other night I was driving with Jared to go get burritos and we came upon the scene of a hit and run!
The cops were already on the scene, but I stopped and got out of the car and approached because I had medical training and could probably help. Walking over there, I didn’t know what to expect. A lot of what I was thinking when I saw a woman lying unmoving on the ground in the middle of the street was, “Oh no, not again.”
I told the cops I was a beach lifeguard with medical training and asked if I could help. The cop said “By all means!” and I asked for a pair of gloves from him. I found out she had been hit by a car, and the car drove off. Two guys in a big SUV saw the whole thing happen and stopped and called 911. The woman was moaning and obviously very shocked. She was in pretty bad shape on all fronts.
Just as a started putting my gloves on, the paramedics showed up. I was so relieved! As I had been putting the gloves on, I told the woman my name, that I was a beach lifeguard, she was going to be okay, and the paramedics are just arriving and that they’re going to take really good care of her and that everything was going to be fine.
The paramedics told me to stick around and help them out as they cut her backpack off, assessed her back and front, put a C-collar on, and put her on a backboard. She was in a lot of pain, but I guess with a back or neck injury like that, pain is a good sign.
The woman was lifted into the ambulance, the paramedics thanked me and asked my name, I didn’t have any information for the cops, so…. that was it! We… went to Juanitas! Sooo weird!