EPTSo, I hit the lights and flipped the siren and accelerated. We were still about 10 minutes away, waiting for the information that the dispatcher was gather and she came back onto the radio. "A632, confirmed 1 doa, 1 patient in unknown condition". We radio'd back and told them that we copied their transmission, put our gloves on and began to see the scene in the distance. Traffic was backed up quite a ways, so I drove on the opposite side of the road and parked the rig across the road to block the view of the onlookers, they don't need to see some of the stuff we do.
Motor-vehicle collisions are common calls and most of them are rarely that serious, however, as we began walking to the scene there was just no way to expect what we saw. As we approached we walked past the transmission, laying about 20 feet from the car, the engine on one side, small, large pieces of meat, lay scattered on the road. Some of it big enough to tell it was muscle, some chunks of bone here and there and the stomach, laying all over the road. We knew it was the stomach from the colour, texture and the look of it. When we got closer we found the DoA, with no head, 1 arm and transected across the upper abdomen, no legs. We were unable to identify gender at this time, everything was in such bad shape.
The accident had been a small car that had his a transport hauling two loaded trailers. When I say there was nothing left of the car, I mean nothing. When I stood facing the front driver seat, there was no frame on the front, no dash, engine, no roof on the car, it was demolished. At least we knew that the person died instantly. The transport was banged up and the driver was in shock. I could smell the diesel, the transmission fluid, you see my father is a diesel mechanic. I've been around him working on vehicles and transports all my life, but the smell that lingered was the smell of the remains, that stick, hot, irony smell. It's something that I smelled the rest of my shift and on the commute home. I will never forget it.
For those of you who have never read my blogs before, I'm a Paramedic. I take ease in knowing that the average person will never have to see something like this and at the same time envy them. I love my career, the amount of people I get to aid is more than if I were in any other profession. With the good comes the bad and some times the bad is really bad, the stuff that creeps into your dreams and haunts you, but you must accept it as its part of the job as well.
Idk how I would handle a job like that.
