Arrgghhj! Just wrote a long post and the Internet bloody ate it!!!!
Ok the one sentence version.
OP, I think you are wrong on this thread. But I sympathize. You get the awful start of stories. When people are at their worst, scared, hurt, panicked, protecting themselves in probably very counter intuitive ways. You don't get to hear the endings, and the rebelling when people say 'my god, the ambulance came and they were amazing'.
But just because you don't hear it doesn't mean it's not true.
Then I wrote a massive post about how bloody amazing the paramedics were that helped me. And how they've made such a massive and lasting impact on me and my life.
And how they won't ever know what they did. How words can't say how wonderful they were. And it's probably good they don't as they'd get scared of the crazy lady hero worshipping them!
But I do think, maybe if you knew how much respect and good will there is for paramedics out there. Which you never get to hear.
Angels in green jumpsuits who swore with me like troopers and did medical wonders with just a bag and a souped up van...
They don't get less status than anyone working inside a hospital. They get a hell of a lot more from me... And every person I bore to death with my story of how paramedics changed my whole life :) By me actually having a life yes, but more than that too, by the way they cared and treated me like a human being when I was literally (actually literally embrassingly) screaming with pain, making no sense, complex medical background, terrified that I was going to die, with just me and my very little boy in the house.