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Booze in the Nose.

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of “alcohol on her breath”. I’ve started a lot of charts like this. Seen PD run reports that said the same. I’ve seen it testified to in court….  And it is pretty interesting, in part because you can’t smell alcohol. Sure, you can smell booze–the other crap in the alcoholic beverage. But nope, you can’t smell “alcohol” on someones breath.

 

Smell of alcohol on the breath. There is a very poor correlation between the strength of the smell of alcohol on the breath and the BAC. Pure alcohol has very little smell. It is the metabolism of other substances in alcoholic beverages that produces most of the smell. This explains why a person who drinks large amounts of high-proof vodka (a more pure form of alcohol) may have only a faint smell of alcohol on the breath. On the other hand, a person who drinks a modest amount of beer may have a strong smell of alcohol on the breath.

 

This is hammered on by DUI lawyers, with mixed results:

“I Smelled a Strong Odor of Alcohol on the Suspect’s Breath”

Posted by Lawrence Taylor on June 23rd, 2006

You will never see a DUI case where the officer does not report an odor of alcohol on the suspect’s breath. Never. The officer expects to smell it and it is a psychological fact that we see, hear and smell what we expect to see, hear and smell. In fact, most police DUI reports are formatted for the usual symptoms: there will be a box for “odor of alcohol”, which the officer checks off. There are often three boxes, labelled “strong”, “moderate” and “weak”; there is no box for “none”, so that is not an option for the officer.  The ”strong” box is almost always checked.  Presumably, the stronger the odor of alcohol, the more intoxicated the person arrested.

There is only one problem with this:  alcohol in a beverage has no odor.

Assuming the officer actually does smell an odor on the breath, what he is smelling is not ethyl alcohol but the flavoring in the beverage. And the flavoring can be deceptive as to the strength or amount consumed. Beer and wine, for example, are the least intoxicating drinks but will cause the strongest odor. A much stronger drink, such as scotch, will have a weaker odor. And vodka leaves virtually no odor at all.

Consider a simple experiment. Have a friend drink a can of “near beer” — the stuff that looks, smells and tastes like beer but has no alcohol in it. Then smell his breath. You will smell an “odor of alcohol” — and maybe a strong one.

And, of course, there can be any number of causes of an “odor of alcohol” on a person’s breath: mouth wash, throat spray, cough syrup. Illness, indigestion or simple bad breath has been the cause of more than one officer’s trigger-quick conclusion that the suspect has an “odor of alcohol on his breath”.

The point of all this is that the odor of alcohol has very little relevence in a drunk driving case. It may or may not indicate that the person has consumed alcohol. It has absolutely no evidentiary value on the much more important question of how much the person has consumed — orwhat he had to drink, or when. Depending upon circumstances, a person with a single drink can have a “strong odor of alcohol on his breath”, and an extremely inebriated person can have a “weak” odor. And an experienced and honest DUI officer will readily admit this….if he is ever asked.

Unfortunately, evidence of the odor of alcohol on a person�s breath can have a significant impact on a DUI case. This is because most officers who pull a driver over for some driving irregularity at night are looking for further signs of drunk driving. When the officer approaches the driver’s window and smells alcohol, that confirms his suspicions. Since few can pass the “field sobriety tests”, particularly under the conditons in which they are given, an arrest is likely.

Are there any scientific studies to back up my claim that breath alcohol odor is largely irrelevant yet disproportionately weighted as “evidence” of intoxication?

In 1999, the same scientists whose federally-contracted studies became the basis of the so-called “standardized” battery of field sobriety tests conducted another study on the effectiveness of alcohol odor in detecting intoxication. These researchers used 20 experienced officers working with 14 subjects who were tested at blood-alcohol concentrations (BACs) ranging from zero to .13 percent. Over a four-hour period, the officers smelled the subject’s breath odor under optimal conditions, with the subjects hidden from view.

The conclusions of the study: Odor strength estimates were unrelated to BAC levels. In fact, estimates of BAC levels failed to rise above random guesses. Further, officers were unable to recognize whether the alcohol beverage was beer, wine, bourbon or vodka. According to the scientists, these results demonstrate that even under the best of conditions, breath odor detection is unreliable. Moscowittz, Burns & Furgeson, “Police Officers’ Detection of Breath Odors from Alcohol Ingestion”, 31(3) Accident Analysis and Prevention 175 (May 1999).

 

So the moral of the story is that we need to examine how we chart suspected intoxicated patients. Being highly suspicious of all medical conditions that could cause these symptoms is important too:

http://www.monkeydoit.com/medical-act-drunk.php

DIABETES
Symptoms of diabetes may make a person appear drunk or intoxicated.
A person with diabetes may exhibit abnormal behavior as a result of the many different signs or symptoms associated with the disease. The signs and symptoms listed here only relate to symptoms that mimic drunk or intoxicated behavior. Generally, these are warning signs that a person needs immediate medical attention and should be treated as a medical emergency. Police dealing with suspects often times mistake diabetes for drug or alcohol use during field sobriety exercises. 

Signs & Symptoms of Diabetes
-- The smell of acetone on the person's breath
-- A distinctive fruity odor on the breath (Police Officers often mistake the smell as alcohol during a field sobriety tests)
-- Dizzy, has trouble keeping balance
-- Altered states of consciousness
-- Arousal such as hostility or mania
-- Apprehensive with no obvious reason
-- Unusual nervousness
-- Disoriented in place or time
-- Confused when asked simple questions or confused in general about circumstances
-- Sweaty with clammy perspiration
-- Inability to concentrate on what you are telling them or on the tasks at hand
-- Sudden mood changes
EPILEPSY
Epileptic seizures generally happen without warning for most people. A seizure is a brain disorder of abnormal electrical activity in the brain. Seizures may be either partial or generalized and will present signs and symptoms that very among individuals. 
Signs & Symptoms of Epilepsy
-- May appear detached from reality
-- The person might be in a dreamy state 
-- Dizzy, unable to maintain balance
-- Falls down
-- Staring spells
-- Unresponsive
-- Walks away during a conversation
-- The person may have pupillary dilation
-- Sweating
-- Problems speaking
-- They may display an inability to answer questions
-- Contorted posture / limbs appear twisted
-- Flushing
-- Memory and time distortion (they may not remember what just happened)
-- May appear unrealistically fearful
-- May exhibit emotional signs of heightened pleasure
-- May exhibit emotional signs of displeasure
-- May appear aggressive or angry
-- Complete loss of consciousness
BRAIN INJURY
Brain injures will generally have signs and symptoms that relate directly to what part of the brain was injured. Here are just a few symptoms that someone could easily mistake as the person being drunk or intoxicated. These will vary among individuals and to what extent the brain was injured.

Signs & Symptoms of Brain Injury
-- The person may exhibit tremors
-- Dizzy, unable to maintain balance
-- Unable to make simple movements of various body parts
-- Inability to perform a sequence of complex movements
-- Unable to focus on tasks
-- Sudden mood changes
-- Inability to focus attention visually
-- Difficulties with hand and eye coordination
-- The person may suffer from hallucinations or visual illusions
-- They may have difficulty in understanding spoken words
-- They may show signs of aggressive behavior
-- The person may slur their speech 
Brain Picture -EpilepsyALZHEIMER'S
Alzheimer's or dementia is unique for every individual. Alzheimer’s is a progressive and fatal brain disease and the most common form of dementia. The signs and symptoms like the other medical conditions listed here may mimic impairment or drunkenness.

Signs & Symptoms of Alzheimer's
-- The person may show signs of paranoia
-- There may be drastic changes in mood
-- Confusion is quite common with people suffering from Alzheimers or dementia
-- They may have problems speaking
-- The person may exhibit aggressive behavior
-- It's common that there will be problems with remembering things

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

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.


On the Truck

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En Route to a Code 3 “Sick Person” my partner says….

“Oh, this should be good”

Why?

“Dispatched as a sick person, stumbling, falling down. Great. Another Fucking drunk”

Oh. You listen to that crap? After the address and the part about going fast or slow, I quit paying attention. Literally.

Shades of Gray…

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In EMS there are a thousand shades of gray. Possibly millions. We have protocols that direct us to which shade we should be occupying, but often your patient doesn’t present exactly how the protocols suggest they might.

One thing is clear: When you’re in over your head admit it, ask for help, and move on. Paramedics often don’t like calling for a helicopter because it as if they have to admit that there is something they CAN’T do. Thats right! You heard it here first. Sometimes Paramedics can’t do shit. Hell. Most of the time we can’t.

When people ask me what my job is like, I respond the same. It is 70% hand holding and soft talking, 10% prophylactic medicine(ASA, Nitro, Oxygen), 15% Bullshit(drunks, pseudo-psychs, et), and 5% real medicine(cardiac arrest, resp failure, resp arrest, allergic reactions, overdoses, trauma).

Most of the people that call 911 need an ambulance no more than they need a taxi. Such is life. The problem is those mundane calls put you in a groove that sometimes you(or your partner) can’t shake off in a real emergency.

This was the case recently with our SOB(dispatched as abdominal pain) call from last Thursday. I knew he was in bad shape, but didn’t realize how bad. When I couldn’t get a BP or line, my partner said for me to get on the road. I asked if he wanted a chopper. He didn’t.

Our service(for now) doesn’t have CPAP or RSI. He didn’t want to tolerate the mask. He needed an airway or assistance, but we didn’t have a line so we couldn’t calm him down… My partner attempted 14 IVs. I’m sorry, but at no point should 14 prehospital attempts be ok. If you really need a line, go IO.

If you can’t do that. Fly the patient. Do something. Do do ANYTHING just for the sake of doing something though. Do what your protocol says to do. If you can’t do that, contact medical control for orders. Admit you are in over your head.

Your patient will thank you. Unfortunately ours can’t and now we get to sit through 3 hours of M&M

People die–but when they don’t LIVE because you opted to provide a lower level of care than you are capable, you don’t belong here anymore.

A day in the life…

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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. 

Sometimes it is great when dispatch is wrong…

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Yesterday afternoon I was awoken from my daily nap by the pager tones. Yup. I’m old and take daily naps… or that might be from the boredom. Anyways… The tones went off… then again, then the dispatcher comes on with “Medic 3, Medic 2: Cardiac Arrest, CPR in progress, 8yo female. yada yada location, 8 miles away”

Being woken up by the pager is never pleasant. It is worse than any alarm clock. The feeling of abrupt end to a peaceful nap with what is usually a nonsense call is less than ideal. It leaves you half awake trying to collect your thoughts for what could lie ahead…

Back to the call. I fumble to get my boots back on–I’d like to meet the man who invented zippered boots–and rush out the door. I am in my car and my partner calls asking where I am–apparently my radio is on the fritz and they didn’t hear me copy the call. By the time I’ve hung up I am in the parking lot(I live about 300 yds away from the station) and rushing towards the truck. The lights are already on and one of our volunteers is in the passenger seat. I hop in back and buckle in to buckle down.

We don’t have anyone on scene yet and dispatch cannot get through to the Colony. They only have one phone and left it almost immediately after placing the call. The tension in the truck is more than just uneasy. It feels like we’re walking out of an arrest–not walking in.

We continue Code 3 to what every person in healthcare hates: A Pediatric Code. Death is a fact of LIFE. Cardiac arrests are part of our job. People die–more often than not. Peds Codes still suck. Instead of looking at a spouse or their Adult children, you’re faced with Parents and siblings. You never know what you’re going into and while sometimes that is what makes this so addicting–it can be what makes this line of work so stressful and heartbreaking too.

We are just pulling onto the gravel road that is the last 1 mile of our journey as the local PD comes on the line and gives us direction as to where to park. No status update yet. We are going to a larger colony and he hasn’t made contact yet–in fact he doesn’t until we are walking in the door behind him.

As we pull in I stand up and begin pulling out the airway bag, the first in bag with our ACLS meds, and the monitor. I have them set out, gloves on, and my glasses on–I’ve learned a thing or two–I wear safety glasses(or as I call them “oh SHIT glasses”) to anything that can get messy. Anyone who has worked an arrest knows things can get messy quick. The stomach does NOT like CPR.

We come to a stop after what seems like 40 minutes(but I see later on my time sheet was only 7) and I slide the side door open, making sure to turn the lights in the box on before I step out. I walk briskly into what appears to be a large industrial type kitchen. As I walk up the first step I notice a crowd has gathered. 20-30 women all standing there. They all have an uncertain look on their faces, but there is no histeria. There is no panic. There is a calm uncertainty in the air. I walk around the corner and see a young girl, just laying there. No one is touching her. She has a blanket on her. No CPR in progress, no anything. No comfort from family, nothing. I have to double take. My first instinct was that it was going to be DOA. Then I look back and she is smiling.

My “dead” patient is smiling. She is far from dead–and always has been. In fact she seems fine. And then the story begins.

Because of the quantity that this kitchen cooks for they have a service elevator to bring supplies up from the supply room in the basement. This elevator has a standard wooden door into it and has a gate that comes up to my thighs. This is an older elevator and will work with the doors open.

Apparently my patient was hanging over the railing when someone downstairs called for the elevator. Despite the grinding noise it makes she does not move and the elevator comes down on her, trapping her in place–right across the top of her chest/collar bone. They are unsure of how long she was there before being noticed, or how long it took to get her out. They say a minute–which in some emergencies could mean 5 seconds or the opposite–5 minutes. My guess is not very long based on the appearance of my patient. The bystanders state that she was blue and unresponsive when they pulled her out.
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I immediately get to assessing my smiley patient. She states it kinda hurts on her chest, but has no other complaints. She is breathing normal, adequately, and without pain. Her lung sounds are present, equal, and clear. Her O2 sats are 99% on room air and all other vitals are within normal limits. She is literally in great condition.

I decide that because of the nature of the incident(and a little CYA medicine) that spinal immobilization is necessary. We quickly package the patient and get on the road. She never once complains, never once cries. She actually smiles a lot. I got her laughing and promised her a day off from school–though I’m not sure her community will follow through.

By the time we get to the ED she is chatty and still happy. She has no complaints other than a little bit of tenderness. Breathe Sounds are still normal and her vitals still stable. After explaining everything to the receiving RN/Doc/Trauma team that they called despite my insistence that it was not necessary, I wish my young patient well and lead her mother to the registration desk.


I walked out of the hospital, my free soda and cookies in hand, in a bit of a blur. I’m convinced that my ride TO the scene was more stressful and exhausting than the call itself. I wish all of my patients handled stress this well!

Memo to my patients:

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Stop Signs Exist for a reason. You stop at them. Speed limit signs follow the same principle. 

You are damn lucky that Bus didn’t have any kids in it. Though you, your girlfriend, and your unrestrained passenger are going to be a little sore. 

To Usually subpar BLS servce: Don’t call for a ALS assist only to give us the ONLY patient with no injuries. Oh, and if I ever catch you putting a C-collar on a patient without backboarding them again I might do things to you that will make your mother cry. IF they NEED a C-Collar, they need a backboard. And don’t give me that “we only have two boards in our rig” crap. There were 4 fire trucks–3 of which had upwards of 3 boards each. 

PS, they didn’t need either. 

Asshats. 

Oh, and friendly Volunteer fire department… When there is no fire, and the vehicles have been removed from the scene, you can take your helmets off. ER… you could atleast flip the visor up… I know it looks cool… but it makes me look at you kinda funny…

Oh, back to you BLS crew. Don’t tell me how to treat my patients. You are the one that decided they needed a collar. That collar bought that 17 year old girl a 21 mile trip on a backboard.

Blah. 

Sometimes, a drunk, a nut, and a lollipop IS what it's all about.

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A drunk, a nut, a lollipop and my fav–a group home patient.

The drunk had recently moved to the metro area and couldn’t seem to find a liquor store near her home(there is one 3 blocks away…) so she went to the grocery store and bought Listerine(the grocery store is actually next to the liquor store. seriously).

She decided today she needed treatment, and like all logical people–instead of calling a taxi she called 911.

The nut. She wasn’t completely crazy. Not my kind of crazy anyways. But we did a BLS facility to facility transfer for a woman who had been couped up for about 3 months at the hospital and I think she was starting to go a little nuts. And she hated the hospital she was stuck in… Best part, the doctors dictation in her chart dated today “BLANK is a 53 year-old woman who is a 66 year-old woman”. What?!

The lollipop. This is what I refer to my favorite nurses in the world as. The group home/assisted living/blah blah nurses. Wait… LPN’s. I’ve met a decent number of great LPN’s. I’ve also managed to meet a truck load of morons. Today, they made us break protocol and risked their jobs. In this state it has to be an RN to run a vent unless medics are specially trained. This truck was not a Vent truck and they were going to send a “nurse” with us. Well, the damn vent starts going off like a car alarm and he didn’t have a clue what to do. Then again, he didn’t know anything about the patient(and he was the patient’s “favorite” “NURSE”. Well, turns out he’s an LPN, and isn’t trained in vents. So WTF are you doing in my truck?

Seriously, if something bad had happened, his career, and possible the medics on this truck could have been in danger.

Go change a diaper. Sorry… I just can’t stand people who are supposed to be patient advocates that don’t even respect their patients.

Slow Day. Crappy Weather.

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So the time for me to venture home again is coming up rather quickly… I should be home in something like 37 hrs. That is if I can push through the crap weather up here in the upper midwest.

Seriously. I’m about to reach into the heavens, grab Mother Nature by the throat and bitch slap her. Snow one day. 70 degrees the next. WTF?

It started today chilly, ended with freezing rain, mixed with huge wet snowflakes, and to boot… There was just thunder and lighting overhead.

How dare you Mother Nature. You will pay.

Today was real damn slow. 2 calls. 1 transport. The second was a 21 yo female who was practicing Defensive Tactics (code for despite the fact that she weighed half what I did, she scared the piss out of me) who after completing training started feeling like her heart was “going to fast”.

Well, it was. 220 bpm. SVT. Hook her up to the monitor, 12 lead, O’s, and do a quick SAMPLE. My preceptor’s partner was the “lead” on this, but I was in charge. She seems slow… I wanted to do Adenosine on scene and she kinda hesitated, so we moved her to the truck, kept trying to calm her down(a little SOB, more anxious). And then I just got the Adenosine out and prepared to have at it. I started my IV, hung a bag and attached my syringe when the partner says “are you sure that’s what you wanna do?” I look up at her, partly in amazement, partly in a I wanna slap you and push you out of the back of this truck on the freeway during rush hour… and my preceptor says “Damn straight that’s what he wants to do. How about I pace your heart at 220 and see if you’d like it slowed down a little”.

I stated that Cardioversion was NOT necessary. She was stable. She just needed someone to help pull on the breaks.

I pushed 6mg Rapid IV, flushed it, and low and behold… her rate hit 95 quick as could be. Within minutes our distraught, nervous patient was joking, laughing, and enjoying her 70 minute transfer(to the best damn hospital in the world… Free slushies, cookies, sammies, fruit and more for EMS staff!(If you didn’t know this already… the “EMS room” at your local ED was the best damn invention ever..))

Other than that, I watched a lot of Deadliest Catch and some random show on True TV. And I got a good nap. Off too bed so I can prep for my 530p to 530a shift tomorrow…. and then the trip home!

Yahtzee!

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EMS is one of the few career paths where other peoples’ misery makes our day interesting. As a matter of fact, it is pretty much essential to making our days complete. If we have boring calls, we are bored. Some of us are Trauma Junkies. Some love medical calls. Me, I like crazy people. Crazy people–I can relate to them. I’m just a few clicks from being off the rocker myself so crazy people are easy for me. Plus, you can mess with them…

Today we ended our shift(literally.. we were pulling into the garage and got toned out… again) with a “psych pt on the freeway”). Yes. ON the FREEWAY. Get your attention?

Apparently our lovely 22 year old passenger had fled(ran away aimlessly) from her group home(I love group homes. They supply 40%(made up statistic) of our patients. Most of them who need an ambulance about as much as I need a meth addiction.

This girl was mildly MR, but not bad. She had some depression, which is commonly associated with mild MR young adults. She said she had thought about killing herself–this was as close to a suicide gesture as she had ever made, and I’m not so sure it was intentional. None the less, she earned herself a 72 hour stay at one of the “finest” mental health facilities in the region. By finest I mean understaffed and overworked. They aren’t bright either–their ambulance garage is 500ft of winding hallway away from the ED.

Here’s where the fun starts. She states that she is 5 months preggers and due in LATE SEPTEMBER. Wait…. I looked at my preceptor, and casually asked him: “Is my math ok?” He looks up. “You’re a friggin’ math genius”. Yup… seems that our pt has planned to carry her twins–or was it quints–a few months extra. Yup. You’re nuts.

She was also the primary care provider to 3 young children from her friend who died in a car accident–or did she kill herself? Anyways. Somehow I’m not so sure that the group home has room for the 3 youngins. Whatev. I love a good story.

At least she has an excuse. Better than the uppity people we pick up who act like they weren’t drinking when then rammed that innocent pole.

Anyways–enough about crazies… more about Craziness.

Our first call of the day was for “one down, with burns”. We hear ‘one down’ as CARDIAC ARREST. Not so much. She wasn’t burned either, but that’s neither here nor there.

Apparently our mid-forties pt had just had lunch with her friends and a nice eatery in one of the burbs. She had got into her car, started to leave and apparently lost control of the car, hit a parked car… and her foot was still on the gas. This caused the front wheels to keep going till the point of starting on fire and thus where the “burns” I mentioned earlier came into play.

A bystander punched out the window(only to get himself a trip to the ED too) and pulled her out after turning off the car.

PD and FD arrived on scene about 7 minutes before us. One of our medics just happened to be at the restaurant too. He stated her BP was 240/120, she was posturing and had lost control of her bladder. Her friends said she complained of a headache.

Upon our arrival she was no longer posturing, but her BP was still 200/100. This is a scoop and go. She responds barely to painful stimuli. Not looking good.

En Route we start two 16′s, monitor, 12 lead, blood sugar, pulse ox, blah, blah, blah. I keep trying to talk to her, occasionally getting a little grunt. 10 minutes into our transfer she starts responding with coherent phrases. Appropriate too.

She can tell me she has had a head ache for a week. She has been taking Aspirin every day for it–shit. She doesn’t remember what happened at all. She can tell me everything before it happened though.

10 minutes ago I had a tube out and ready to go, and now she is holding a bucket and wants to puke. Who woulda thunk.

At that point I was dumbfounded. She presented like a classic bleed. Her history presented that way too. But bleeds don’t wake on their own. They don’t just get better.

Wrong. Her CT showed an 11mm ACA Aneurysm near her pituitary gland. WTF. They planned on going in and coiling it(spring to open the vessel).

Yup, one of those days.

Catching Up…

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Sorry I didn’t post over the weekend… Tried to enjoy the 24 hrs I was home with my wife and monsters. Today was a long day, running on about 2 hrs of sleep. We didn’t have any real “exciting” calls… but we did have one giant P.I.T.A.

Apparently this was her 3rd(THIRD) ambulance ride in less than 8 hrs. She called because she slept with her contacts in and her eyes were burning… but wouldn’t take her contacts out.

Step One: Remove contacts.
Step two: Rinse with Saline.
Step Three: Rinse more.
Step Four: Use some friggin Visine.

Or at least that’s how they do it where I’m from…

Her version:
Step One: Call 911
Step two: Scream, bitch, complain.
Step Three: Arrive at Level 1 Trauma Center–TRIAGE.
Step Four: Get Kicked out of Level 1 Trauma Center for being a PITA.
Step Five: Call 911.
Step Six: Repeat, accept this time walk out, because she had to wait too long.
Step seven: Call 911.
Step Eight: Demand to be taken to the Other Level 1–County.
Step Nine: Flip out when taken to Triage and DEMAND a “Trauma Room”.
Step Ten: Piss off triage nurse and get ignored for 5 hours.

Apparently she didn’t like that we nor the hospitals didn’t give her anything for the “pain”. She then called 911 again, but thankfully from the proper side of the street, so as to allow County to pick her up this time.

Don’t worry though. She won’t be out of her pocket for any of those Code 3 Responses… WTF was dispatch thinking? Code three–the same dispatcher toned out all 3 of them…. Hadn’t he figured it out by then. I get that CAD helps dispatchers a ton… but does that mean they can’t think on their own anymore?

I told myself I wasn't going to go there…

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But… I have to. I had decided yesterday I wasn’t going to talk about this particular patient. It is just one of those, need to get it out of your head, please don’t make me see it again, how could this happen–calls.

20 minutes left in our shift, we had gone Bravo and we were pulling into the garage–when The tones come out. Called for a 3 mo with “Burns” at one of our local problem clinics. Code 3.

We’re thinking it’s a BS Call. A) Who would take their baby with severe burns to a clinic and not call 911 or go to the hospital. B) it’s 20 min till the end of our shift and we’ve done a good job annoying the dispatcher today with our demand for details(we were sent on two transfers and when getting to County he didn’t even have the right building… sorry for wanting to know where to pick up the patient from…)

We walk in the clinic and the nurse starts spewing out details. 2nd and 3rd degree burns to 15-25% of the baby. That would be bad if it happened to me. If it happens to a baby–that can be deadly, and quick.

To boot, mom is a Nurse. Says she was on her way home and the Nanny called. Freaking out. Said that “something happened”. Yeah, no shit.

Apparently nanny had been trying to “wash” off some poo from a diaper change gone wrong. Apparently nanny was able to make Tap water eat skin and fless. Yeah.

My ass. The burn patter isn’t one of running water from a faucet, and it wasn’t one from sitting the baby down into the water. Seriously, the only thing I can see is if water was gently poured from a bottle or pan–you know, the kind you BOIL things in. Cause really, what Water faucet produces water that could cause these kinds of burns–and how couldn’t you feel the heat radiating out of the sink.

My chubby ass gets hot doing dishes in luke warm water. How could you not feel the heat coming at you. She claims she just forgot to check the water.

My faith in humans couldn’t be much lower–well, I guess we’ll see about that in a few hours…