To my fellow East and Gulf coasters today marks the day. The day we start hold our breaths and hope upon hope that Mother Nature will be kind. They come to our coasts with names like Katrina, Andrew, and Hugo. They huff and puff and blow our houses down. They flood our homes. They turn our interstates into parking lots. From one Emergency Worker to the people of my east coast city that I care for...leave when they tell you to leave. We cannot save you. I can tell you right now when the winds come we no longer run ambulances, fire trucks and police cars. The ambulances get sent to higher ground. Our supplies get locked up in a waterproof building. Our dispatch center gets shut down, so we have no radio contact. We hunker down, batten the hatches and ride out the storm. The local ERs close the doors. When I worked in the local Trauma Center, before they renovated it there was a line on the wall next to "The Board" . It was about three/four feet up. It was the "Water Line" from Hugo. There were stories from some of the RNs that spent the night in the satirwell feeling the building sway from the wind. So when they say leave, LEAVE.
We will not come. We are not there.