Transport, Donuts and O2 Tanks

One part of my job , that I absolutely adored, was being a transport nurse.  I would go via ambulance or helicopter and take a sick patient to a hospital or pick up a patient from another hospital.  I loved being a transport nurse, my coworkers used to call me "Tinker Transport Bell" Nurse. I don't know why, but the name stuck.  Anyway, I loved being on Transport, the thrill, the control, the getting a patient somewhere safely,  the cute Parametics and EMTs , I loved it all. I remember one particular night, the EMTs and I were taking a child up to another hospital far north,via ground, ie: in an ambulance. I always rode in the back of the ambulance, with my patient, there and back.  We delivered her safely to the waiting hospital without any incidences.  But on the way home, I was in the back of the ambulance, and we took a sharp turn and one of the O2 tanks sitting on the shelf behind my head, slid out and bonked me on my head. Holy cow that hurt.  The EMTs felt so bad,  because one of them had not secured the bus in the back, before we left for home.
They felt so horrible, that they took me for donuts, since it was almost 6am anyway.  I didn't mind, I love donuts too.