Its always the same. "It won't happen to me" or my favourite"I drive carefully".
On Saturday night, a 70 year old lady drove home from a friends house, figuring that its just 2km away, and the seat belt is so uncomfortable, that she wouldn't put it on, after all, "it happens to other people".
As The traffic light showed a green flashing arrow, she proceeded to turn, the vehicle coming from the other side, just too fast to stop, accelerated, trying to beat the light. She was T-Boned on the passenger side, her vehicle spun and crashed through the traffic light and eventually came to a stop. Losing consciousness, with her head through the windscreen, sticking out in the cold air, precious blood poring out.
She now lies in ICU...
Sunday night, husband and wife are driving home on the highway after a nice day with their family. A pedestrian runs out in front of the vehicle, who could not stop in time. He hits the pedestrian at high speed, sending him scattered all over the freeway. He manages to stop without crashing further, glass all over him, and turns to his wife. She tries to look at him, unable to move as her seatbelt has tensioned, holding her into her seat. ( he thinks, thank god she was wearing her seatbelt) The roof has collapsed on top of her. She is hurt, but alive.
His 3 month old baby girl, however, was seated on her lap. (NOT IN THE CAR SEAT WHERE SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN)
The impact broke the a-post, smashing into this lovely girl's head, as she was flung out of mom's arms...
She also now lies in ICU, with 4 separate skull fractures and a very serious intra-cerebral bleed.
The feeling I get when I deal with cases like this is overwhelming. All I want to do scream and shout at these completely irresponsible parents. "Parents", let me rephrase, These people don't deserve children, they don't deserve to have the privilege of being called a parent.
Please tell everyone you know...
FOR GOD'S SAKE, BUCKLE YOUR CHILDREN UP!!!!!!
Because, i'm the one who has to tell you that you killed your child.
... at my level of training is childbirth. We make sure that the lower qualifications do the deed in delivering a "pink foot" (as we refer to the little tykes in the industry).
its a distinct advantage being Advanced Life Support, and unheard of as an Emergency Practitioner (which I am), but fate and Murphy has a way of bringing you down to earth. In fact its been so many years since I delivered a baby by myself that I wasnt sure i would even remember how to. Boy, does it come back quickly.
On Wed morning, 02h50 to be exact, i received a call from our Emergency Room, stating that a man had come running inside, all frantic and panicky, saying something about his wife in trouble in his car, which is broken down just a few blocks away.
So.... I duly called for an ambulance, and responded out there in my response vehicle, not sure what to expect, but was definitely not prepared for what I found.
I came across the vehicle, parked at a stop street just two blocks from the hospital, with the husband and a few onlookers looking very nervous.
i peered inside the car, and found a lady lying on the plush leather back seat, crying in pain, and a little head starting to crown!!!!!!!
Cursing myself for getting there before the ambulance, i proceeded to explain to "mom" the procedure and then delivered "pink foot".
Delivery went well, baby popping out and gave an almighty cry. The ambulance arrived with a very relieved crew when they realized what they had just missed, and all went to hospital which was a stones throw away.
To make matters worse, as with our indigenous population tradition, the little tyke was given my name as his second "white" name, because he was delivered outside the hospital setting.
so all went well, the baby boy and mom healthy and happy in hospital, and me feeling very humble...
... and an almighty roar emitted from the twin exhausts, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart started palpitating as i depressed the accelerator, entered the road, the engine taunting me to teach the road a lesson.
at the traffic light, i waited, excited and nervous at the prospect. As the opposite light turned amber, I depressed the accelerator, reaching 4000 revs, the handbrake straining to let loose the beast. GREEN! handbrake dropped, and the force pushed me into the bucket seats, the all-wheel drive keeping this almighty machine straight as an arrow. WHAAAAHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!