Oreo Cookies

You could always tell when I was PMS-ing. I started with wanting Oreo cookies, time to run everyone, Linda wants Oreo’s.  No one hung around dispatch when I was eating Oreo cookies unless they had too. So……….

One lonely Oreo cookie night I was sitting in dispatch alone eating my Oreo’s when the 911 rang. I had just stuffed an Oreo in my mouth and when the 911 ran I swallowed it whole. A trait every dispatcher that doesn’t get a lunch break does.  That Oreo stuck in my throat Ker-plunk and would not move, I could not breathe or talk and the phone just hit my ear and a lady was screaming “my baby is not breathing, I live at ------------ and my baby isn’t breathing.”  I am thinking, well I am not doing so well either. I went ahead and hit the tones for the ambulance over and over hoping someone would come help me too.

The juvenile officer was just pulling up to his office upstairs and later said he turned to the other one and said “that is funny, last night on 911 the same thing happened and the dispatcher was choking and couldn’t talk” The ambulance is screaming for me to give them a location and I can’t talk. I am starting to get dizzy, I am trying my best to do all the things they say to do if you are alone and choking. One lone officer came running as he knew something was wrong, he saw a big bump in my neck and rubbed it down and I squeaked and I mean squeaked out the address they were wanted at and what happened. The officer grabbed the phone and took over the call. 

Thankfully both of us were saved that night, thanks to God and an alert police officer. The juvenile officer that did not come down after saying that felt terrible but alls well that ends well.

The next day I showed up in dispatch and there on the message board was an Oreo cookie with a hole drilled in it and a string though it and a note that said “in case of choking, please pull string”   I still have the note and string in my scrapbook. And yes I ate that Oreo cookie….lol