Yesterday Allisonette #3 had a seizure at school (she’s fine now). Paramedics rushed her to Parkland ER, where she was met by a team ready to go to work. Within three hours every conceivable test had been done, she had been examined several times by sets of doctors and interns, and visited by a neurologist, pampered throughout the process by nurses and volunteers. None of this was special status: they could not have cared less who I am or who she is. It is a level of trauma care that is simply outstanding. I’m telling you, if you’re ever in a car wreck or in a life-threatening situation and the EMTs ask you where you want to go, say “Parkland.”
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