We can't help you like this
His fingers hooked and clecnched like he was trying to work a marionette puppet
Blood shot eyes unblinking, staring up into the ceiling as his blood pressure drops
There are not enough meals to fill this belly, blood sugar at an ultimate low
The IV won't go in, skin like rubber, muscle like concrete, shoving a needle into a brick wall
My turn this time, stepping up and talking soft and friendly, letting him know i'm there
Coaxing to let loose, to ease up the tightness, we can't help you unless you can help us
We can't help you like this.
We never made eye contact, but his grip slackened like a murder choke hold
The needle and catheter glided in like coitus that was meant to be, flash of blood in the chamber
the relief washes through his veins and over us all, his grip slackens.
Hypoglycemia, the soldier needed 8 meals a day or he'd crash again
Constant monitor of his vitals and glucose levels, no matter, he would go into
schock 5 more times before we gave him the ticket to go home and leave this hell hole.
A year goes by, and most of us are alive and alright, and the movies are a well deserved prize
The soldier and his family, shaking hands, giving hugs, and being told "there is the medic who saved my life time after time".
When you save a life, life is good, when you save a family, it's even better.
Blood shot eyes unblinking, staring up into the ceiling as his blood pressure drops
There are not enough meals to fill this belly, blood sugar at an ultimate low
The IV won't go in, skin like rubber, muscle like concrete, shoving a needle into a brick wall
My turn this time, stepping up and talking soft and friendly, letting him know i'm there
Coaxing to let loose, to ease up the tightness, we can't help you unless you can help us
We can't help you like this.
We never made eye contact, but his grip slackened like a murder choke hold
The needle and catheter glided in like coitus that was meant to be, flash of blood in the chamber
the relief washes through his veins and over us all, his grip slackens.
Hypoglycemia, the soldier needed 8 meals a day or he'd crash again
Constant monitor of his vitals and glucose levels, no matter, he would go into
schock 5 more times before we gave him the ticket to go home and leave this hell hole.
A year goes by, and most of us are alive and alright, and the movies are a well deserved prize
The soldier and his family, shaking hands, giving hugs, and being told "there is the medic who saved my life time after time".
When you save a life, life is good, when you save a family, it's even better.
♠ ♠ ♠
This happened while i was at war in Iraq. The soldier had severe hypoglycemia which he had hidden from our medical exams, so we never picked up on it until after his first shock episode. No matter how much we gave him to eat, or how often we monitored his meal intake, he kept crashing.so in the end, we sent him back to the states for medical reasons.
WHen we got back, some of us went to the movies after rest and recovery, and i ran into him and his family at the movies. He shook my hand, introduced me as "the guy who saves his life again and again" and his wife and kids hugged me as well as his parents. it was a great feeling, one i will never forget.