Of Medic Three.
Well, maybe a few days.
This week I have had:
- 1 SOB, that could have used the CPAP unit that “we” decided “we” didn’t need and sent back. Guess what, we’re reording it. This wasn’t my call, but en route my partner attempted 14 IVs. Not. Even. Kidding. Had to restock the whole damn truck. If you need a line that bad: a) use an IO. b) call for a chopper–cause they very well could be one of the few pts that deserve Air Medical Services.
- 1 8 YOWM who got his head conked by a swing. Had a goose egg the size of a softball. HX of seizures and CP, has VNS implant—that shit is cool.
- 1 Drunk at 7 am complaining of “a huge heart attack”. Diagnosis at hospital: Pulled muscle
- 1 Frequent flyer–or should I say frequent faller. I was convinced of a femur fracture or hip dislocation. Leg shortened and rotated. Wouldn’t let me touch it, etc. Nada. Shoulda known better,
- 1 syncopal episode on the interstate. PT not only fine upon arrival, but wayyyyyyyyy healthier than I am.
I feel like crap. My Celiac Test came back negative. My other tests are all within normal limits. I go in for an Ultra Sound on Wednesday, just to make sure my fat ass isn’t pregnant.









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