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Open Letter to Yvonne B. Singletary

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Found this letter on one of my favorite bloggers facebook pages. Yvonne is a Cathlab Nurse in Houston.
Here is her letter:

September 14, 2009 at 0500 my on-call beeper went off with a STEMI notification. Within seven minutes I was in my car and on the way to the hospital. At 0519, I was stopped by a patrol car for failure to come to a complete stop at a stop sign. I told the young officer that I was on my way to an emergency case. I was in full scrubs, wearing my ID badge, and carrying the beeper with the texted message. The officer apologized for the inconvenience. He then went on to explain to me that he had to write a ticket because I did run the stop sign. It took him twelve minutes to complete writing out the ticket, then explain my court date. I reached the hospital at 0545. I was the lead RN in the cath lab crew.

The American Heart Association and the American College of Cardiology have set the door-to-balloon time that is most fortuitous for ST-segment elevation myocardial infarction patients as 90 minutes or less. Here at St. Luke’s Episcopal Hospital, in Houston, Texas, we have gotten our after-hours door-to-balloon time down to an average of about 50 minutes. Studies have shown that the sooner the occluded vessel is opened, the more heart muscle is saved from infarction.

Although that young officer was polite and professional in doing his job, he made a serious error in obstructing me from doing my job. I accepted my ticket, then proceeded to the hospital. Luckily another nurse just happened to be in the lab early that morning and was able to help with the case.

When I got home that night, I thought about the options open to me in dealing with the ticket. I had three. I could pay the $230.00 ticket outright, I could plead guilty and ask for defensive driving class, or I could plead not guilty and fight. If I plead guilty, the ticket would go on my driving record (raising my insurance premium). If I pled guilty and asked for defensive driving my record would be clean, but I would still have to pay $110.00 for the privilege to take the class, which then cost an additional $45.00. If I pled not guilty and lost, I could still take the defensive driving course. I was mad and full of righteous indignation. So, I pled not guilty.

November 2, 2009, I went to court. I did not hire an attorney. I didn’t believe that any attorney could tell it like I could. Now Shakespeare has written that anyone who represents himself in court has a fool for a client. Giving Mr. Shakespeare his respect, he wasn’t an attorney or a nurse.

Before court, I searched the literature supporting door-to-balloon times. I got a letter from our STEMI Coordinator, Larry Brown, RN, verifying the page and the importance of my presence in the case. I had a copy of the staff assignments for that day with my name as the lead call nurse. I had also pranced around in front of my mirror for a month practicing my defense.

My husband went with me for moral support. I really appreciated him at my side. I was ready for battle. When my turn came, the case was thrown out because the officer did not appear. I had mixed feelings about that. I was relieved that it was all over. But, I also felt that I had been denied my day in court. I wanted to tell the judge, the jury, the policeman, and that courtroom just how important it was for me to get to the hospital expeditiously. I wanted to say that I did not recklessly blow a stop sign or drive dangerously.

I was not able to tell my story in court, so here I am now to tell the tale.

I am currently working on getting an appearance before the City Council. They need to know that each one of them, as well as I, could fall victim to myocardial infarction. I want them to realize that there is not a single cath lab in Texas, along with most of the U.S. (that I know of, and I have searched) that has twenty-four hour in-house trained cath lab coverage. I am aware of programs that have trained emergency department (ED) staff and rapid response (RR) nurses to take steps to getting patients steps closer to the lab before the trained team arrives. As a matter of fact, here at St. Luke’s, our ED and RR nurses are trained to take steps to getting the patient to the lab and set up for the cath team. However, the training and expertise to proceed with the case rests with the cath team.

So, for each minute that a cath team member is delayed receiving a traffic ticket, one minute is lost to getting the most expert care to a heart attack victim.

I am conducting this fight not just for myself, but for the many other team members that have received and are still receiving tickets. As I asked around, I also encountered several doctors who also said they received tickets en route to STEMIs and other cardiac emergencies.

When I approach City Council, I will present my case, and possible solutions. This issue can be addressed in several ways. First, when appropriate ID and evidence of a call is presented to the officer, I would like a city ordinance passed to allow the driver to go without further action.

Next, if the driver is caught on the red-light camera, he/she should be able to present evidence of a call and be forgiven (if an adequate stop was made). I have also received a ticket from the camera. I was answering a call at 0200 on another day. I stopped, checked for oncoming cars, then went through the light. That ticket was $75.00. The third option is for the officer to accompany the driver to the hospital to verify the call.

With hospitals all over the nation pushing (and rightfully so) the door-to-balloon initiatives, there must be some cooperation between local police and healthcare professionals. I live in a large metropolitan city. The average employee lives thirty minutes away. There are six red lights and four stop signs on my way to the hospital. Although I do my best to get to the bedside as quickly as possible, my brush with the law has made me more cautious. I in no way condone reckless driving or speeding. However, I really feel that we should be allowed some leeway, especially in the pre-dawn hours when the streets are barren (except for the lurking officer).

I am writing this article before I go before City Hall because I want readers to send me emails to take with me from around the nation. I want the Houston City Council to know just how seriously we take our business of saving heart muscle and lives.

The one sure way to get the absolute best door-to-balloon time is to have twenty-four hour in-house cath lab staff coverage. In these trying economic times, I do not see that as a viable option any time soon. So for now, we must work to get the best times as safely possible.

Yvonne B. Singletary can be contacted at zybs01@yahoo.com. She notes that she did make it to City Hall and addressed the City Council, but will address the results in a future article. She welcomes your emails.

Dear Yvonne B. Singletary, RN, BS, RCIS, CCRN, CVRN (your must be awfully proud of yourself with all those fancy letters after your name…)

I wish the officer would have been there in court that day. You have no right to disobey traffic laws when you are not in an emergency vehicle. You have not taken Emergency driving courses. You do not drive a vehicle equipped with emergency lights and sirens. You do not have the RIGHT to put others at risk.

YOU were at fault. It is YOUR fault that your patient had to wait 12 minutes for him to write a ticket–all because you couldn’t wait mere seconds at a stop sign.

YOU do not have the right to put other drivers at risk when responding for a hospital page. In fact, you very likely could create a whole new(and more critically injured) patient in the process.

Do not speed. Do not blow stop signs/lights. Do not complaint about being caught breaking the law.

The fact of the matter is that ambulance transporting code 3 do not save much time at all. Whatever made you think you deserved some privilege to break the law is foolish, at minimum.

In my state Volunteer Firefighters, even with flashing blue lights, cannot speed. Why should you be able to run lights and break the law? WHY?

The 3 seconds you would have wasted at that sign are not worth putting the citizens of your community at risk. It is your fault that the patient waited 12 minutes to see you, not the fault of this officer.

Obey the God Damn Law.

Sincerely,

MedicThree–the guy who will have to scrape up the the poor sap you or your colleagues run over…

I encourage my readers to contact her(as she wishes) at zybs01@yahoo.com

Bullshit

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3 kids. 2 he’ll never meet.

Two Hands he’ll never get to hold.

That my friends, is bullshit.

M3: angel of death

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I have been on days for six shifts. 72 hours. And I have had two fatal traumas, 3 workable arresrts, and 1 critical peds trauma.

That equals the 6 MONTHS of nights prior…..

May god have mercy…..

The Sun is Shining…

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and I’m at work. Yup. You heard that right. M3 is working days. By choice. This last bid I decided I wanted to spend more time at home with my family at night. SO…. I bid days… full of interfacility transfers, little old ladies, and nursing homes.

In 2 days I have yet to have a drunk, mvc, or assault. I have however had 2 cardiac arrests, 9 falls, 3 “sick people” and 5 interfacility transfers.

I love being home at night… but ugh!

medicTHREE’s week in tweets

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The things we do for Love…

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So Tuesday night I took my wife to see Hanson. Yes, the mmm bopping 90′s teens you are thinking of….

She likes them. A lot. So I was a nice guy and drove up to the Minnesota Zoo amphitheater and took her.

In the rain.  The pooring friggin rain.

Mind you… their new music is actually decent–you just haven’t heard it because they have their own record label and thus can’t get any radio love… but still… I took my wife to Hanson. In the Rain. After a 4 hour drive.

I might be the best damn husband. Ever.

Oh, and cutest baby ever says hi!

medicTHREE’s week in tweets

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  • Just ran a call for a stroke at a strip club…. Can't make this shit up. #
  • Karma: beating up your wife and step daughter then running from the scene to get hit by a car and thrown 50 feet. #
  • @MedicSBK sadly the fine specimen of life will walk out with little more than a few broken ribs. in reply to MedicSBK #

Living the Dream

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Still alive and have lots of post “ideas” but little material. Stay tuned and M3 will be back on the air.

This is from our recent Family Vacation to the Black Hills, in western SD. This is “cathedral spires” from “Little Devils Tower”.

medicTHREE’s week in tweets

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medicTHREE’s week in tweets

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  • Nap then work #
  • For real? #
  • Wow. Just wow. Days will be a nice break from this shit #

medicTHREE’s week in tweets

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Overheard on the Squawk Box…

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An exchange between another unit and dispatch…

Unit 303c: Metro, 303c.

metro: go ahead 303c

303c: Metro, we’re going to be 10-8…. This one was just pretend. No ambulance needed.

After an unusually long delay…

metro: 10-4, 303c. Sorry about that. We’re just trying to keep it real. Real Good. (with faint laughter in the background)

Had to chuckle a little.

Tragic yet Sweet?

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Probably one of the most tragic, yet somehow sweet deaths I’ve ever heard of:

Elderly couple dies while trapped in home elevator

While I imagine dying trapped in a closet size elevator for likely days prior to dying would be terrifying, I think that if I had to go this way being with the love of my life would offer some solace, no?

“Police discovered the Wadsworths’ bodies lying in a fetal position, facing each other…”

I can picture this pretty well… and won’t deny having lost a tear or two over it.

“We always said we hoped they would go together because if one went, the other wouldn’t survive long,” the couple’s son, Wesley Wadsworth of Blue Bell, Penn., said Thursday. “They were so dependent on each other.”

Godspeed.

medicTHREE’s week in tweets

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Dirt Bags…

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While perusing the blog front I was reminded of a few calls… While one I am writing now, the other I will just let Kelly Grayson tell for me….

Often times during those calls, while showing my stern and focused face behind swollen eyes ready to burst with tears, all I really want to do is say a nice health “Fuck You” and flip the bird…

Instead I put my nose down, do my job, and treat those we can. The shit days are when the dirt bag is your patient.

Ouch…

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Last week while unloading a stretcher laden with a body (just to show how that day was going…) the cot latch failed and the 350 pound load came tumbling out the back of the truck with me on the foot end…

The result was my back muscles in intermittent spasming and a cot all the way on the ground. On day 4 of rest now and have 4 days before I return to work. A few doses of hydrocodone and cyclobenzaprine later, and I feel ok–though I keep screwing up and pushing myself too far.

Scary, to think that my whole career in EMS could be destroyed so quickly though. How would my family put food on the table if tomorrow I was out of work permanently?

Be safe out there, friends.

Bomb Bursting In Air

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Spent the 4th with my family, and got to take a few fireworks pics for the first time.

Enjoy.

medicTHREE’s week in tweets

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  • Is code three texting. Eat that Oprah! #

The Gravitational Pull

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Must be extra high here lately. People seriously can’t seem to stay standing up. I have responded to 67 “falls” this month. Me Personally.

yeah…

medicTHREE’s week in tweets

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Why it Hurts

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Like a page from a book, dispatch sends us code 3 for a finger amputation. Grumbling as I roll out of bed while dispatch updates us–a 27 year old female at one of the local state-run group homes who intentionally put her hand in a garbage disposal. The grumbling increases. The staff at these facilities leave something to be desired and the patients usually are fine. This has to be an overreaction, doesn’t it?

As we round the corner inside the door, the scene is as expected–practically empty.  One staff member sits with our wheelchair bound patient, everyone else seems to be missing, despite it being meal time. A quick once over leads me to believe there is no amputation, the annoyance sets in.

So I ask my patient “whats going on tonight? How come you did this?” I am completely unprepared for the answers that follow. My patient–a 27 year old paraplegic female who suffers from Bipolar disorder, severe depression, and a gamut of other psychological issues–literally just came from our Behavioral Hospital. The very behavioral hospital she has requested to be transported to several times over the last few weeks due to depression and serious thoughts of suicide.

The story goes like this… as a child she was sexually abused by her father, her brothers, and her uncles. Her father pushed her down a set of stairs leading to a mild Traumatic Brain Injury and complete paralysis from the belly button down.

The state put her back in this home where these ingrates continued to sexually assault, mentally abuse, and psychologically destroy her for the next 9 years.  Finally the father is arrested for assaulting a neighbor’s daughter–when the story comes out again and the state takes her into their custody–only to be bounced from group home to group home, from one mental facility to another and back to the group homes. She has literally begged to be given inpatient treatment and the physicians say she just needs long term counseling. She is unable to do anything for herself–she cannot function without someone pushing her along. Not because she is physically weak, but because she is mentally broken.

She hurts because she has to actually hurt herself to get anyone to listen. I tell her we’ll get her help but she knows what that means. I will take her to yet another hospital where yet another doctor will push her back into the care of undereducated and overworked group home staff. All she wants is to feel safe. She wants to know that she can’t get out and THEY can’t get in–but no one will give this to her.

By the time we arrive at the hospital I know her story. I know enough to know that she needs this help. She knows what she needs, but doesn’t have the resources to do it herself.  As I transfer care I take the doc aside and give him the story. I tell him how I think she is a genuine threat to herself and that her mental anguish is real–not like so many of the calls we go on–the ones that made me grumble as I rolled out of bed. This is the real deal.

– — –

Two months later the tones startle me awake. Code 4, Any unit in position, Cardiac Arrest to an address I am all too familiar with. Dispatch updates with a 28 year old female, unconscious, not breathing, her throat is cut.

My foot reaches the floor. My knuckles are white on the wheel. My partner looks at me and asks me if I’m O.K.  I just drive faster. I walk in, the same deserted scene. The same deafening silence. I look down and know we’re too late. I let out a sigh, turn around and make the call.

I hurt because we failed.


Memorial Day

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I didn’t get a post up this year, so here is this:

And my post from last year: Remember The Fallen

medicTHREE’s week in tweets

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  • Memorial Day http://networkedblogs.com/4jEqs #
  • I have been at work for 6 hours and we've had 1 call. I can't sleep, so now I'm begging for tones. #
  • haven't slept in something like 40 hours. I have laid in bed… but no luck on sleep #

Advice Needed

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I am looking for advice on interviewing… for a Flight Medic position, in particular.

I am wondering, what type of medical questions should I expect?

What type of Personal questions should I expect?

Professional?

Any tips? Advice? Words of caution? Anything?

PLEASE?

Dear God,

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I was out reading some of the motivational/inspirational esque poems and sayings about our profession when I found my favorite…

Dear God,

Please don’t let me fuck up today.

Amen.