The Grand Prix Experience: Sixth Night Shift

COOL FINALS NIGHT

The sixth night shift here at the field hospital went well as the previous shifts. We were expecting to receive more patients last night because yesterday was the big day here at Yas Island. The Finals race of the Formula 1 Grand Prix was held late afternoon so celebrations were expected, with lots of eating and drinking. Aerosmith also performed at the concert arena last night and we expected concert-related cases especially since a wild audience was expected to attend. 

Thank God the night was benign, and nothing major happened. The supposedly big and heavy night came out to be just one of those nights. None of the disasters we were preparing for occurred. 

I heard that we might start packing up early to go back home since all the major activities and events in the island are finished. Too bad, I’m getting used to the good life at the hotel 🙂

ACTION-FILLED MORNING

After having our breakfast at the hotel, some of my new friends here decided to go for a walk towards the Yas Hotel. It is the only hotel sitting inside a formula 1 race track. Some of my friends have been there and they also said that it’s beautiful inside. So we decided to have a look.

Unfortunately, the security stopped us at the gate and we were told that we are not allowed to get in for some security measures. We were told to come back tomorrow instead, when security level will go down. We were given caps each though.

On our way back to the hotel, my friend Ate Judith and I got left behind by four others because we were busy taking pictures along the way. As we were crossing the street, we had to stop at a traffic light. I noticed a red pick up that was not moving despite the green light.

When the red light opened, the pedestrian were allowed to cross. As we passed by the red pick up, I noticed that the driver’s head was like looking downwards. I thought maybe he’s using his cellphone. But some gut feeling told me there’s something wrong. So I kept on looking back at the vehicle even if we had walked some fifty meters from the street.

We were almost at the hotel lobby when I realized that the vehicle hasn’t moved at all at two more green lights, and the other vehicles just kept passing by. I decided to come back, handed over the stuff I were holding to Ate Judith, and ran towards the pick up.

When I reached the car, the driver was not moving at all. I tried to tap on the window, and tried to open his door but he wasn’t just responding. I was thinking that maybe this driver had a heart attack in the middle of the road, or a hypoglycemic episode while driving.

I tried to signal Ate Judith to call for help coz there were nobody near me. I also tried waving at the hotel entrance where some security officers are stationed. I got the help I needed and more tapping was made on the car’s window. Only then the driver woke up! He must’ve slept on the steering wheel!

The officers pointed the driver to park at the side of the hotel, where he would probably be questioned. I was then told that I could leave.

The guy must’ve drank a lot last night during the big celebration after the race. Hmm… driving with hang over is also dangerous.

So there goes my short story. I was never thanked, but happy that I did what I have to do nevertheless.