All hell broke loose

today. Seriously. ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.

I was woke up by my pager at about 0600, multiple victims assualted by a broom handle(and maybe a brick). Blood alcohol of .352, .308, and .251. Sounds more like a gun caliber than what a blood alcohol should be. Of course, no one wanted treatment. Of course, we treated them all. 

I then got home, took off my boots, and the pager went off. Again. This time it was for a 84yo who fell at the nursing home, 3 hours prior. Easy Peasy.

After about a 2 hour nap I was again woke by the god awful sounds of the pager. This time it was to a 60yo male who passed out at the Casino. We get there, he looks just fine. No hx of syncopal episodes, minor cardiac hx. He has a BP of 105/63, pulse 58, and looks absolutely fine. Somehow though, my partner is convinced that these numbers are horrible.

Again, TREAT THE PATIENT, NOT THE MONITOR. Neither of those numbers is cause for alarm. Hell, if I had a BP of 105 I’d be extatic. Whatever. Finally I convince him that if they don’t want US to transport them that we have to honor that, and they go to the ED.

We went behind them, because my partner is still concerned that this guy is going to code. Being a small hospital, if that were to happen, we’d be called anyway. Whatever, the only thing I had going on was a sweet nap. We get there, I sit in the waiting room and watch some Discovery Channel, all while my partner gets all worked up cause now that the patient is relaxed his pulse is in the high forties. Guess what, patient is still fine–looks fine, feels fine, not really worried. 

About 45 minutes later he finally decides that if they need us they will call us. He is convinced we will be transporting this guy to the heart hospital in Sorta Big Town. Guess what–2 hours later–no pager tones.

alkjdasf;lkajsdf;lkjasdf! Seriously. The only thing that frustrates me more than trying to talk a patient that doesn’t want(or need) us to transport them in our $800 taxi is someone who doesn’t even realize the patient doesn’t need us. Oh, and Versed is NOT an analgesic.

More to follow. 60 hours left of my 168 hours of paramedical glory.