Featured: Patient's Perspective: Lessons From Survival
By Tim Johnsen, FACHE
Thanks to the concussion, I don’t remember the crash landing at 0517 on April 1, 1988. Yes, April Fool’s Day—seems fitting.
The first thing I remember is David, our pilot, crying out to me and my paramedic partner telling us he was sorry. His cries weren’t what you might expect from a grown man; there was an intense pain embedded within them. I knew almost immediately that he had to be the most critically injured of the three of us. It was dark, a cold rain had just abated, and fog obscured the Midwestern hay field where we had just crashed.