Page 13 of In Sheets of Rain
Electrodes and the BP cuff. An IV line inserted; the slow drip of saline through the plastic tubing. Soft words and low moans. Keening when I pressed on her stomach. The rock and roll of the ambulance as it negotiated the road’s uneven surface and the higgly-piggly inner city traffic.
“Give me a number from one to ten,” I said to Sally. “One being hardly any pain at all. Ten being childbirth.”
She stared at me.
“Have you given birth before? Could you be pregnant?” I asked, suddenly thinking I might have missed something.
I heard Simon stifle a laugh up the front of the truck.
The woman blinked extra long and highly made-up eyelashes at me.
“Honey,” she said. “If I could give birth to a baby, I’d be onThe Late Night Showin a heartbeat.”
I was missing something.
“Oh, OK,” I said. “So, no childbirth.”
Simon finally burst out laughing.
“She’s a transvestite, Kylee,” he said with exaggerated care as if I were the crazy and not the patient.
My face warmed. Sally cackled with mirth and then moaned in pain dramatically.
Not an ectopic pregnancy, then, I thought.
I moved forward and poked my head through to the driver’s compartment.
“You’re never going to let me forget this, are you?” I said.
Simon just shook his head, laughed uncontrollably, and then blasted the ambulance’s bullhorn at a cyclist.
“Might have to start calling you, Queenie,” he said when we’d passed the wobbling lemming.
As in ‘Drag Queen,’ I guessed. Great. I had a nickname.
“Welcome to the city, Country Bumpkin,” Simon offered, chuckling.
I could almost hear the echo of his laughter back on station.
I smiled self-deprecatingly and went back to my patient.
“Well, Sally,” I said, trying to sound professional. “How about that number out of ten?”
The man dressed in women’s clothing, who looked better than I did when I dressed up for a date with Sean, smiled at me.
“Seven, honey,” she said. “It’s a seven out of ten.”
She patted my hand as if I needed the comfort and she didn’t.
I made her as comfortable as I could all the while Simon chuckled in the driver’s seat.
The next time, I paid better attention.
I was learning.
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