No, not my head, at least not this time but somebody else’s head hurt. As a volunteer EMT I would often wake up in the middle of the night to the tones. If I wasn’t on call I would listen to see where the call was located. If it was close to my house I’d go out to be first on scene and help because living in rural Pennsylvania it would take the crew 15-20 minutes for them to arrive on scene.
One early a.m. call found me leaving my Wife in our waterbed (remember them?), getting dressed, hopping in my Jeep and driving ¼ mile to an accident. The call came over as single vehicle, overturned.
Sure enough, the small pickup truck was overturned on its roof, tilting and resting slightly on the truck bed. Always cautious about my own safety I slowly approached the vehicle looking and sniffing for signs of a gasoline leak. Passing that test I started shouting, “Hey is anybody there?” That’s when I heard the drunken words “help me, please help me”. By now I’m by the driver’s side and seeing the driver upside down and trapped in the truck. So I kept talking to him and looking to see how he was entrapped. When the dumbass rolled the truck his head went through the opened sun roof. The top of his head was caught in-between the roof and the road which is why kept crying to me, “Man, my head hurts!” The fire and ambulance crews arrived, got him out, took him to the hospital and I went back home back to my waterbed. Damn straight, he had two different reasons why he woke up the next day with a headache. Dumbass drunk.