Ms. Klopsis is an emergency medical technician on an ambulance in Brooklyn,
New York. She writes about her experiences for the New York Sun.
Here are links to her tales.
Struck Sick by
Sadness
March 5, 2007
Lighting Shop
Blackout
February 26, 2007
Breaking
Barriers
February 12, 2007
On Day Off, A
Crisis
February 5, 2007
A Love
Poisoned
January 29, 2007
Far From Home: A Hard
Fall
January 22, 2007
A Sick Baby Brings Worry
to All
January 15, 2007
A Death As Another Day in
Life
January 8, 2007
A Cultured
Cokehead
December 18, 2006
An Army Of
One
December 4, 2006
Major Burn And Island
Dreams
November 27, 2006
An Artist Of
Horror
November 20, 2006
Parenthood Traumas
Before I can turn the page, we get a call to back up
medics for a 19-year-old in cardiac arrest. "I don't buy it," I say. Genuine
cardiac arrests are rare in the young.
http://www.nysun.com/article/43349
Raisinettes And Roaches
The apartment is crawling with cockroaches: on the
couch, on the walls, on the floor. I break out in a fine sweat and am rooted to
the floor, frozen.
http://www.nysun.com/article/41620
Living Large
"You win a Ford Taurus," I say, monotone. I've been listening
to Bronson recite medic protocols for months now, both verbatim as well as
simplified for me, and am getting sick of it.
http://www.nysun.com/article/41171
Explosive Situation - October 2, 2006
It sounds so 1970s-ish, so "Dog Day
Afternoon."
http://www.nysun.com/article/40739
Innocence Lost - September 25, 2006
It's an overtime shift, and I'm
working with Garrett, a 22-year-old who just started working as an EMT a month
ago.
http://www.nysun.com/article/40228
A Park Slope Shooting Gallery - September 18, 2006
The only furniture is
the bare mattresses on the concrete floor. "Welcome to the Ritz," Bronson
mutters.
http://www.nysun.com/article/39833
The Sad Progress Of Disease - September 11, 2006
Bronson and I get a
call for a "sick" in a third-floor apartment on Fifth Avenue in Sunset Park. En
route, we drive past one edge of Greenwood Cemetery.
http://www.nysun.com/article/39422