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Dispatched & Dysfunctional – Because sometimes the worst calls make the best stories.
Welcome to Dispatched & Dysfunctional — where the darkest moments become stories of resilience. These aren’t polished hero tales. They’re the raw, unfiltered truths of EMS: the calls that scar, the ones that save, and the ones we carry forever.
🚑 One night I was out in the yard, trying to fix my son’s ATV before crew change offshore. It was supposed to be quick. Instead, my old Kubota tractor slipped, rolled, and pinned my ankle in the dark.
The weight crushed down and the pain hit like fire. I’ve worked trauma scenes before, but nothing prepares you for becoming the patient — lying on the ground, helpless, realizing you might not be able to get yourself out.
What followed was its own brand of chaos: the scramble to get free, the ride to the ER, the surreal blur of X-rays, fracture blisters, surgery delays, and the kind of conversations where doctors hedge their bets instead of giving answers. And of course, the gallows humor that only EMS could deliver — because within hours, my coworkers had already turned it into a meme: “Stockton got run over by a John Deere.”
This story isn’t just about an accident. It’s about how quickly control turns to chaos, and how even responders need support when the sirens are for them instead of because of them.
⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Graphic EMS content, traumatic injury, and dark humor. Listener discretion advised.
Why It Matters:
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💬 “I’d rather hear your story than read your eulogy.”
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By Chris StocktonDispatched & Dysfunctional – Because sometimes the worst calls make the best stories.
Welcome to Dispatched & Dysfunctional — where the darkest moments become stories of resilience. These aren’t polished hero tales. They’re the raw, unfiltered truths of EMS: the calls that scar, the ones that save, and the ones we carry forever.
🚑 One night I was out in the yard, trying to fix my son’s ATV before crew change offshore. It was supposed to be quick. Instead, my old Kubota tractor slipped, rolled, and pinned my ankle in the dark.
The weight crushed down and the pain hit like fire. I’ve worked trauma scenes before, but nothing prepares you for becoming the patient — lying on the ground, helpless, realizing you might not be able to get yourself out.
What followed was its own brand of chaos: the scramble to get free, the ride to the ER, the surreal blur of X-rays, fracture blisters, surgery delays, and the kind of conversations where doctors hedge their bets instead of giving answers. And of course, the gallows humor that only EMS could deliver — because within hours, my coworkers had already turned it into a meme: “Stockton got run over by a John Deere.”
This story isn’t just about an accident. It’s about how quickly control turns to chaos, and how even responders need support when the sirens are for them instead of because of them.
⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Graphic EMS content, traumatic injury, and dark humor. Listener discretion advised.
Why It Matters:
🧠 Need support?
💬 “I’d rather hear your story than read your eulogy.”
📬 Want to share your story?