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My wife and I were leaving the park with one dog apiece when the person walking out with us got a call asking if we were there–the caller saw another dog owner fall and thought he was having a stroke.

Of course, when in doubt, call 911.  We were still a few hundred feet away–what else were we going to do but give that advice?  As we began heading over to where the guy fell, my wife took the dog off me with an evil grin:  “I’m not the highest level provider on scene–it’s all you.”

That’s probably the hardest part of transitioning from being a medic to being a higher-level provider:  the fact that is is all you.  As a medic, if I didn’t know what was going on with a patient, I could always just get the patient to the hospital and let the doc figure it out.  Now, I’m going to be on the receiving end of that thought.

I still don’t know what happened to the guy at the park.  I do know that it’s been a long time since I was around for an ambulance call but wasn’t part of the crew…and that’s always a strange feeling.