erics 1st

I was terrified. Lying in the back of the ambulance racing through the streets. Not terrified because I had just been hurt, or because my colleagues were had been panicking around me, but because of the implications of my inconvenient need for medical attention. Imagine the people driving to work who we cut off with our sirens, and sped past! The bike riders unnerved by the speed of our vehicle, sending them off balance, thinking they should curse, but not sure it is was ok. But I could feel them, seeping through the cracks in the ambulance, the thoughts of ‘why did you have to make me late to work?’ and ‘here we are again, moving over for the dying’. That terrified me – the thoughts of hundreds of people inconvenienced for a second or two, beaten to the lights, which might have meant they couldn’t have a parking space close to their work. It was my fault that these people would have a down day.