Regarding Christopher Wink’s recent story about a woman’s death due to the slow response of a private ambulance service:
Ok! Now it’s time to tell what happen that day. Yes we are received a call from Mr. Glikman father. But he did not tell us everything. That day a temperature was low (19 degrees F), and we have a problem with start. But we are arrived at scene in 20 min., and second call from Mr. Glikman was at his residence. We found Adelina Glikman laying on a floor in a perfect supine position, with a bruise on her forehead. She was unconscious and unresponsive. I started one man CPR when my partner jump to the truck for BVM, when he return he take a turn and I call 911 about “code blue.” The 911 dispatcher asked me if the address correct? Because he received the same call but with a different address.
On a way to the residence we saw a 911 unit with a fire truck circling around this area. As soon they are get a right location—911 arrived to the scene. Before 911 arrival me and my partner continue CPR, when we checked her pulse and breathing Mr. Vlad Glikman started yelling on us why we stop CPR? He said “You can’t stop! You must continue!” On my question “Why he tell us what to do?” He reply —“I HAVE A CPR LICENSE!”
Now I have a some questions! 1. Why Vlad Glikman gave wrong address to 911? 2. Why Vlad Glikman did not use his knowledge to save his mother? 3.Why Mr. Wink didn’t say all of this in his article, even though he knew about this after his phone conversation with me?
As a non-practicing, non-affiliated paramedic and new citizen of Philadelphia, I have to say that the ambulance response time issue that Philly faces is indeed troubling. The gold standard is seven minutes for a paramedic-equipped ambulance and four minutes for a basic first response. Anyone waiting upward of 20 minutes for any sort of response is horrifying.
A long EMS call in such a densely populated city with a mediocre EMS system takes less than an hour. With the current system running 50 ambulances at a generously large estimation of 700 calls a day, crews would be running 14 calls a day. While this is busy, this is not uncommon in any metropolitan city—and it should give crews 10 hours of downtime. I would challenge the International Association of Fire Fighters’ assessment of needing 70 full-time ambulances. With the same call volume and 70 ambulances, crews would run approximately 10 calls a day, and be idle for 14 hours a day. Talk about wasting resources. However, the number of ambulances is not the problem.
Paramedics everywhere are run ragged with bullshit calls that completely waste their time. When I was a paramedic in Baltimore City, it was not uncommon for a patient to call 911 with chest pain, and when the ambulance took them to the hospital they would refuse care at the hospital, and go to their friends’ house 10 feet from the hospital.
Or someone who lived a half a mile from the hospital would stub their toe at 3 a.m. and use the ambulance to take them to the hospital because the family member who had the car was asleep. These calls would roll in by the hundreds every day. Because the paramedics are taxiing these people around, paramedics become unable to respond to true emergencies like Mr. Glikman’s mother.
Philadelphia is an easy system to make work if done properly. Many bigger cities have done much more with much less.
Regarding J. Cooper Robb’s recent feature on the state of plays in Philadelphia during economic hardship:
Shame on you, J. Cooper Robb. On behalf of creative people in the city of Philadelphia trying to innovate in dark times by taking risk, your assessment of P. Seth Bauer’s Karma Cookie project as the ‘sort that gives a company’s accountant heartburn’ is a slap in the face and wholly nonsupportive to the theater community and visionaries like Jennifer Childs. Of all the angles you could take, your pessimistic and bleak assessment will no doubt do nothing but hurt the efforts of a company that for over 20 years has done nothing short of crack us all up over and over.
Furthermore, shame on you again for denigrating the work of P. Seth Bauer and dubbing him “unknown.” Given a little homework on your part, I believe you’d rethink your flip assessment.
Vlad Glikman alleges that the roughly 35-minute lapse between the time he received the call from his father and the time the 911-dispatched ambulance showed up cost his mother her life. The 55-year-old says at the very least the Century driver should’ve called 911 when he realized he couldn’t get to the scene.
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