ZERO TO OHH CRAP.

April 25, 2007

I wrote Zero to Ohh Crap after a shift where I was drowning in monotony—chest pain, shortness of breath, rinse and repeat. I was frustrated, jaded, honestly feeling like a glorified taxi with a stethoscope. Then this guy—casual, joking, not a care in the world—turned out to be having a massive heart attack right in front of me. It slapped the boredom right out of me. That call reminded me how quickly things can turn, how complacency is a luxury we don’t get in this job. One second, you're mocking the call type—and the next, you're watching someone’s heart muscle die under your fingertips.