I’ve been called upon from time to time to render emergency medical aid in various situations. I won’t bore you or gross you out with the graphic details. Up until now I’ve been able to help someone and ride off into the sunset.
While on my recent trip to California I had the opportunity to render medical aid to a patron of a restaurant. The boys and I were exhausted (mentally and physically) from attending all those classes at the Pepperdine lectures so we made our way into town for an evening meal.
As we entered the restaurant a woman had just fallen and hurt herself. With my type of personality (the kind that would make me the first to be voted out of the tribe on survivor) I jumped right in, identified myself as medically trained and began to assess the situation. For reasons that will soon become obvious, that is all the detail I will give as to what I did in that particular situation.
Bonus points if you can guess what comes next before you read it – here’s a hint . . . it involves filing but does not relate to prison bars or finger nails. If you said lawsuit give yourself a spiritual hematoma! Don’t you just love LA? I believe the person I helped is suing the restaurant. An insurance company representative is meeting me personally this morning to tape my statement of my involvement.
I don’t think I’m personally being sued at this point. You just never know. Even so, it won’t stop me from helping the next person. I’m confident that I operated within the scope of my training.
I don’t regret giving medical assistance. My only regret is giving my name and phone number. You can bet the next time I’m in that same situation I will give the name “Greg England” and begin to rattle off his phone number.
