The Batphone rang and our superheroes were up in the air just as soon as they'd pulled the lid down on the gas barbeque - another perfectly good tray of snags goes to waste.
Their mission - a twenty minute flight to a small settlement up on the Dividing Range, where a six year-old boy had been run over by a Land Rover Discovery.
Batman's main task was giving the patient some fluids and painkillers (morphine) and getting him to a CT scanner as soon as possible. The Land Rover had gone right across his stomach, so the potential for damage was huge. His mother came in the chopper, as you'd expect.
"God, she must have been beside herself" I commented when he swooped back in.
"It was his mother who ran over him" said Batman. "She was pretty calm in the circumstances".
Patient Update
The little boy is remarkably unscathed - stoic, like all country people, says Batman - and he's going to be fine.
By the way - Batman wasn't joking about growing an Aussie moustache. The chopperdoc registrars have agreed a pact to grow a good crop of Aussie facial hair. So far he just looks like Jon Thompson from Cold Feet, but I'm sure it'll be a bit more convincing by January.
I can't wait.
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Terrible accident, but quite common in Australia I think. When we bought our car, the salesman tried to urge us to get a sensor fitted that would peep if you were about to reverse into an object. He told us that about six women (and it’s always women) in Australia reverse over their children each year. Apparently you can have about sixty children sitting down behind some cars, and such is the blind spot you won’t see them through your rear-view mirror. I still didn’t fork out for the sensor.
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