@mlmcg, Here is a photo of early medical transport. I took this photo when I was at Mayo for my transplant.

I experienced my first medical ride, when I was transported from my local ER to the Univ of KY when I had acute renal failure. After 5 days in ICU I had ambulance ride to airport, then medical airplane flight, then another ambulance ride to Mayo Methodist Hospital in Rochester.
My memories are a combination of my own (mostly when my body was jostled or when someone spoke to me) and more details from my family members and my husband who was at my side for most of it. There are voids in story, and I have used medical records to fill in most of those. The really interesting thing is that My point of view, as patient, is not same as my husbands.

I was supposed to get a liver transplant in KY, this was not supposed to happen! Fortunately, my transplant team in KY knew where I needed to be.
I have made it my habit to say a prayer anytime that I encounter an ambulance - for the patient, and for the Emergency Responders. My chills and tears have disappeared over the 9 years since that happened. I once even got brave enough to step inside of an ambulance that was displayed at a community health event.