Honestly... I don't consider any of my calls all THAT bad. I've never encountered something equivalent to child genocide or anything...
But the other week we got a call for a seizure for a 50-year-old male. When we got there he was responsive, talking... but he was in definite pain and couldn't walk. By the time we got him on the stretcher and carried him outside he was non-responsive and drooling.
I drove him to the hospital, ALS going on in the back. When we got to the hospital they put him in the trauma center. Anyway, I believe the guy passed away that day. It's just weird how someone can be responsive and talking one instant and then nearly lifeless the next.
Of course the family was at the hospital sitting outside of the trauma center crying, which didn't make it too much easier.
Travis, Once you start your firefighting career and see some of the "bad things", you will understand that once you do, the last thing you want is to relive them.
There was the time we were returning from a call, late Saturday night when there was a loud bang/impact to the engine. The driver hit the brakes and pulled it off to the side of the road. We all got out to see if there was any damage and to our surprise, pinned to the front of the engine was this absolutely huge, white rabbit. Stone cold dead on impact with the engine, a giant basket clenched in his still-warm paws. Beneath the engine and for a good distance behind us was a trail of candies, colored eggs and peeps, as far as the eye could see.
We scrapped the rabbit of off the grill and took it back to the house where we had Hossenpheffer for breakfast. The candies and peeps made a great desert.