I thought I had seen it all until today.
Every manner of injury, illness, presentation and patient seen, noted and documented.
Oh universe, I love it when you mess with my mind.
A bicyclist has been hit by a car
Well, not exactly “hit” and not exactly “by a car” but at least there’s a bicycle involved. Units are approaching from all directions downtown and traffic is thick as it is almost 330 on a Friday afternoon. The bicycle messenger rider is standing, rather clamly, on the sidewalk near a stretch of street with cars inching forward, but none of them stopped. At least not stopped as much as you’d expect for someone who just hit a bicyclist.
As we approach he’s holding his right arm with what appears to be a napkin, likely from the Chinese take out place behind him.
The assessment begins and we’re hard pressed to find any injuries consistant with a vehicle versus pedestrian. We are allowed to get so deep into the assessment before discovering what happened because, as always, our question of “what happened?” is met with a 25 minute slide presentation about how he was following all laws, riding this direction from this place as he always does, blah, blah blah. I used my patented “skip to the part where it’s an emergency” more than once and finally he explained the napkin on the arm.
He got bit.
By a dog.
While on his bike.
I did a quick double take. On the bike, even crouched over his shoulder is a good 5 feet off the ground. How did a dog-
And that’s when the delivery truck in the far left lane, the one right in front of us hit a pothole, tilted and gently scraped a no parking sign. Judging by the sign and the scratches on the truck, not to mention the truck not stopping, happens all the time.
The dog was in a car.
It was hard not to stifle the giggles and my partner is a pro at getting the giggles out, so my next question was tough.
“Did you get a look at the dog?”
He suddenly had somewhere to be and rode away before we got his signature on the form, but I imagined him on his hipster bike, riding along in traffic and some dog out for a joyride just sniffing the air decided to see what the City tasted like.
That was a first. And it reminded me that as soon as you think you’ve seen it all-BAM-sumpin’ new.