Code 3 for shortness of breath.
We locate the tennis courts at the high school. I can see the patient through the chain-link fence, crying.
A staff member meets us.
“You guys are fast! She said she had trouble breathing so we called you guys as a precaution.”
First of all, where the fuck do people think we go after we’re dispatched to a call? Furthermore, as I have noticed, if we’re there is less than 5 minutes, people think we’re fast. If we’re coming across town and arrive in more than 10, we took too long. Even allowing for humans’ incredibly poor perception of time, that is straight-up unfair.
Anyway, a 16-year-old girl is crying on the court, surrounded by other students. If this isn’t an anxiety attack, I don’t know what is. Trying to be nice about it, I play dumb.
“What’s wrong, dear? Why are you crying?”
“Because I’m scared of you guys. I get scared easily.”
Instantly I found it hard to continue being nice.
“Huh? That doesn’t even make any sense. You obviously were crying before they even called us out here, so how can we be the reason… Get on the bed.”
So now the staff called 911 because a student was scared?
In a related matter, considering all the incredibly stupid calls we go to at schools, I was absolutely STUNNED to read about a Massachusetts school that did not call 911 for Ally D’Eon after she broke her arm. With deformity.