Falls happen–and pretty regularly. But 3, back to back falls… c’mon… what’s crazy–all three were dispatched as something else. Unknown medical, unresponsive, seizure. Ok, No, No.
1 refused transport–so he got to ride in with PD since no body thought he should be driving. The other 2, well, they talked to me like all nice little old ladies do in the back of the ambulance……
OW! STOP THAT! (slapping at hands). “Ma’am, I’m really sorry but we need to get an IV started so we can give you something for the pain.”
I don’t really care what you need to do that for! You’re not doing it!
“Ma’am… I’m sorry, but it really will make you more comfortable in a few minutes. We’ll give you some morphine and it’ll make the ride a lot easier.”
NO. (as I push the needle in… she slaps my hand again… blown vein 3 for the day) “Ma’am, that isn’t going to help any. Now we have to try again.” (not really. I’m not going to make you feel better if you don’t want me to. If you wanna ride in this bumpy truck for 45 minutes with no pain meds, so be it.)
I didn’t even get her insurance info. Waited till the ER got it and took it from them. Sometimes the nicest, sweetest old ladies can turn into…. well, the devil.
Upon transfering care at the ER she screamed at me as I walked out… “Thanks for nothing, buster”
Glancing at the RN by the door… “good luck…..”
And away we went!
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