I feel like it was just yesterday... on a graves shift. 911 line drops into my ear, and it's an elderly woman that was by herself, who needed paramedics. Something that happens multiple times a shift.
But this woman... was different.
She didn't have shortness of breath, or chest pain, or pain from a fall. None of the "normal" chief complaints for elderly women.
She had a very deep cut. On her leg. From a metal lid. That came from a can OF CAT FOOD.
I WAS TALKING TO FUTURE DAME. ME!
Only appropriate I think of this call on this wonderful holiday. Cheers, future me. Cheers.