Yesterday a radiology tech was killed by a bus at the end of my road. Bad luck for the Chapel Hill Transit. That's fatality number two in less than 5 months, separated only by a few hundred yards. Back in May, a Scottish exchange student was hit and killed by a bus in the next intersection down the street. Yes, these are two intersections that I frequently cross to get to school and clinical rotations at the hospital, and yes, I plan on igniting flares each time my pretty toe touches asphalt in these intersections.
The poor first year med students on the bus got out and tried to help (they were able to open her airway a bit and get her breathing again). By the time the paramedics loaded her up and took her off, one of the first year students was just as white as a sheet with his cute brown eyes bugging out of his sweet little face. He must have been completely traumatized. I sincerely hope he seeks counseling at Student Health. There's nothing that will make you question your career choice more than feeling like a failure during a life-threatening emergency that someone in your line of work should essentially take charge of.
You can read the whole story if you want. Courtesy of DTH
take home message:
YEILD TO THE HEELS!!!