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Reality Check

As usual, the EMS blogosphere has found itself in yet another little tiff. This time Timothy Clemans and Medic22 are in a bit of disagreement about proper use of ALS, among other things.

Timothy seems to believe that ALS skills are wasted on patients that are not in risk of losing life or limb. While Medic22’s way of responding to him might be over the top, I can TOTALLY understand how and why that would happen. See here and here. We all take this pretty damn seriously, so I understand the frustration.

Because I agree with Medic22’s thought process on this, I thought I would chime in a little bit.

If it was up to me I would eliminate prehospital ALS except in cases where ALS care prevents the need for hospital/clinic care and in cases where evidence demonstrates that ALS saves lives. That said, Medic 22 did bring up an excellent point about prehospital pain management.

Is it really that simple? Simply put, I’m out of a job. All of us are. In a systemsign-realitycheck with 11,000 calls a year, we’d be able to pay one medic. Thats it. After the sob story of me being unemployed is over, we’ll address the real issue: why is it that you have to be dying to get compassionate, adequate, respectful care?

If you are sick or injured, but not dying, Timothy is saying that you should only get a taxi ride to the hospital(where you will wait in triage for an hour(or more) and then wait for a nurse to complete an assessment, then a doctor, then maybe get your treatment started).

Are there ALS skills that need to be reviewed? Absolutely, but until you have had to sit in a truck with patients puking their brains out(on your new, shiny boots) you will not understand the validity of our skills that are in between taxi driver and super hero. Pushing Zofran for that nausea not only helped to relieve the discomfort for that patient, it also helped prevent them from further dehydrating themselves (or like a patient a week ago… going into vfib every time she puked… Seriously).

Managing pain in patients is one of the best skill sets we offer(and either the most avoided due to paperwork or most abused by patients).  Allowing grandma some comfort for the 15 mile ride through my Wintry Mid-Western city riddled with potholes and ice chunks is the least I can do after she allowed my whiny ass to stay alive all this time.

I can’t agree more with you! I have been battling this topic for 7 years to no avail. At one point we had our agency MD on board yet the other program MDs in the county voted against it! Again, “nobody ever died of pain” was just one reason. Another was/is the potential abuse issue, especially with fentanyl compounded by the fear ketamine could be stolen off the trucks by youngsters for their Rave parties. Subsequently, our patients receive a proper induction via etomidate but very infrequently the administration of diazepam and morphine post intubation (only a few of us religiously use the agents). What you end up with is a patient who doesn’t remember undergoing paralysis and intubation but wakes up being paralyzed and intubated on a bumpy ride to the hospital.

All this says is that local MDs have zero faith in their medics. If you can’t secure your narcotics, you have no business being in this business. There are dozens of ways to secure them. This is simply an excuse for someone who is afraid to allow their medics the ability to treat.

Medic 22 a dehydrated girl with a low BP and tachycardia needs a line and a fluid blous. That’s ALS. Not an emergency… but something that a paramedic can, and SHOULD do.
Me: what’s the benefit of the prehospital als in that case? if it doesn’t save a life or shorten hospital stay what’s the point
Medic 22: It’s GOOD PATIENT CARE. Its what competent, caring prehospital care providers do.

If the care by paramedics could prevent the need for hospital then I’m all for it. Unfortunately in the case wouldn’t you just be delaying hospital care and doing something just to do it?

First of all, you are assuming we are delaying care. Like I said before:

My scene time consists of a brief primary assessment, possibly a 12 lead and loading the patient where I begin the rest of my treatment–unless the patient absolutely needs other interventions prior to departure. That being said, when I am 15 minutes away from the hospital with someone puking(and further dehydrating themselves) or someone who has moderate wheezes, why shouldn’t I begin treating them?

Again…. It seems that you assume there is some abundance of Life or Limb calls in EMS. Honestly, those exciting calls just don’t come all that much. What we get a lot of is sick baby boomers, indigents, drunks, and people who don’t know any better. Does that mean we shouldn’t treat them while we can?

It is our job to treat patients, and as long as I have time in the back of my truck, I am going to do everything I can to make them more comfortable, happier, and healthier–if at all possible.

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Stubborn

stubbornI am a stubborn guy. I know when I’m right, and I don’t back down. As a matter of fact, my insistence on being right has alienated more than one person in my life. I just can’t handle people who won’t admit they are wrong.

That being said… When I’m wrong, I admit it. I might not be happy about it–often I beat myself up over simple things. But I admit I’m wrong. In this line of work admitting you are wrong is more important than always being right. Knowing when to ask someone smarter than you is one of the most important things in EMS–hell, all of medicine.

If you can’t admit you are wrong. If you can’t understand that asking for help is a virtue, not a fault… Then maybe this business isn’t for you.

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On the Truck

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.

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Draft Titles

Part of my continual writers block is overcoming the starting point. I have always been a “title first” kind of writer. I come up with an idea based on some title or thought. From there I work.

Here are some of the Draft Titles sitting in my “posts to be completed” pile:

  • The Losing Game
  • Turn The Wheel
  • Ummmm…..
  • Dialogue
  • Complacency Killed the Cat… Err… Patient…

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The Drive Home

In EMS there are a few tools we use as coping mechanisms. CISM(Critical Incident Stress Management) is the most common, despite many organizations not having active CISM systems. While I find CISM to be useful, it is rarely deployed for run of the mill EMS calls. Death and Dying is our business, and if we had a CISM meeting(which includes everyone from first responders to ED doctors and Medical Directors) for every death in the field, we would spend more time in meetings that in our trucks.

This leads many of us to find our own personal stress management tools and techniques. Some people vent to coworkers, some people blog… Some people pray, or drink, or work out, or smoke. Me…. I drive home.

Every morning when my shift gets over at 0700 I hope for a partly cloudy sky. This winter has been good to me. With crisp, cool winds, light cloud cover and beautiful sunrises, I have done more call reviews on my drive home, alone with Country Music in the background than any CISM meeting or Jack and Coke could provide me.

I use the 9 mile long, 15 minute drive to go over the night before. By the time I am home, I always feel better than I started. The roads are clear in my direction, everyone headed into the city for work while I head out on my way home. I drive a hilly road straight into the sun and every morning is a great reminder that the cycle keeps going.

People live. People die. In between we can only keep on trying. Finding a tool to review, learn from, and sometimes forget bad shifts is one of the most important things I have done in my short bid in EMS. Without my drive home to a different kind of chaos, I really don’t know what I would do.

Fortunately I don’t have to.

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Being an EMS Dad

I’ve been a paramedic for about 19 months. Not very long, really. My first year was spent working for two teeny tiny services with teeny tiny call volumes. The last seven months with a service that runs right around 10,000 calls a year with 3 trucks covering. Needless to say, I have experienced a lot more in the last 7 months than I did in the year prior to this.

I have been a father for just under a year. 11 months and 7 days, to be exact. As a father I know I will be learning what to do for the rest of my life. My son is amazing and if I didn’t have the amazing wife that I do–well, there isn’t a shot in hell I could do this on my own.

What I didn’t expect was for the lessons EMS would teach me about being a father. The skills I’ve learned since becoming a father are less about medical procedure and more about communication, lessons, and reality.

Reality is the hardest part. Shit happens. Inevitably Asher will get hurt. Inevitably Asher will get sick. Inevitably Asher will make us mad, and I’ll be forced to discipline him. Some how, working in EMS has taught me some skills to be better prepared(or so I am hoping!).

The most surprising skill tune up I’ve gotten while working on the streets came in the form of communication. My communication skills suck. I bottle things up, take them out on those I love, and then don’t understand when they get mad about it. I can be hot tempered, ill mannered, and down right inappropriate. Dealing with frustrating, rude, and down right worthless patients over the last 19 months has taught me that sometimes despite what you think and feel about someone, you have to be able to do your job with self restraint.

Self Restraint. Compassion. Patience. Even now when Asher is so young and innocent, these qualities are getting more fine tuned. After a long night at work, coming home to a screaming baby isn’t easy. Then again, Mrs. MedicThree was home alone with him all night–I don’t imagine me coming home and ignoring them helps her get out the door much either. Before being a medic, father, and husband it was all about me. Now, it rarely is.

Being a medic has taught me how to diffuse situations that could otherwise end badly. Calming a psych patient down, giving stern advice to someone abusing the system, and making sure I am doing so within the bounds of being a Paramedic–and not a judge–is more than a challenge at times. When I first started doing this, I would jump down someones throat for “wasting my time”. Now I understand that sometimes it is easier and better to spend a minute or two trying to figure out(and make the patient) what the hell is going on.

When it comes to life at home, it is more logical to take a breath and treat my family with the respect they deserve. Does this mean I am always cool and calm? Nope. I get stressed. But I like to think that when big things come up I can handle myself–this is something that prior to EMS I’m not sure I could do.

The most unexpected part about being an EMS dad is how being a dad has changed being a medic. Pediatric calls give me a different chill I couldn’t imagine pre-fatherhood. The way I communicate with patients and families has evolved greatly since being married and becoming a father. I spend a little more time trying to make my patients feel better than I did before–most of the time this is done by talking. Sometimes I am a little stern–call it honest–but sometimes that is exactly what the patient needs, and sometimes it is what they want.

Trying to pick and choose the parts of EMS I bring home to my family is the hardest part. Learning how to cope with the realities of my job and the challenges of being a husband and father will continue to be the hardest thing I encounter on a daily basis–but I’m excited for the challenge.

In this line of work it is easy to try and separate your personal and professional lives completely–but it is impossible to succeed. Finding a way to allow them to compliment each other is the key to survival.

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Colleague

colleague (plural colleagues)

Pronunciation: \ˈkä-(ˌ)lēg\

  1. A fellow member of a profession, staff, academic faculty or other organization; anassociate

http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/colleague

The EMS definition of Colleague:

colleague (plural dumb asses)

  1. Another EMS provider who will hang you out to dry in an attempt to make themselves look better and feel smarter
  2. An EMS provider who is burnt out, unprofessional, and condescending to other EMS providers and patients.

Bet you can take a guess how I feel about some of mine…

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False Hope.

As EMS providers, we have a very limited scope of tools to help our patients. We are obligated to follow our protocols and treat was is evident from our assessment. This means your assessment is likely the most powerful tool you have in providing medical care. Ironically our most powerful tool, communication, is often completely forgotten by EMS providers.

The hardest part about our job is being honest with patients and their families. Often times we are present in end of life situations. These are difficult in controlled atmospheres–let alone the seemingly claustrophobic nature of EMS scenes. When a patient is dying we need to be honest with them and their loved ones. We need not be brutally honest, but most certainly we can not allow false hope.

False hope is a natural defense mechanism in the grieving process. Denial. Even as EMS providers we sometimes hold on to false hope in difficult calls to get by–but this is neither practical nor healthy in the end. Allowing and providing for false hope will create more shock when reality strikes. Death is a natural process–not always a pleasant process–but natural none the less.

As providers it is our duty to assist our patients and their families in understanding the reality of their situation. Does this mean saying “you’re going to die”? Not at all. But it does mean being clear that the patient is very ill, and you are doing all you can but 1) they need higher level of care 2) they may not make it to that higher level.

Does this make the process of dying easier? Absolutely not. For patients and their loved ones knowing their impending doom can be equally troubling. But it is still our duty to be truthful with our patients. Where I believe this honesty to provide an important relief to EMS is in the all to difficult cease or withholding of resuscitation talk we find ourselves in during these types of calls. Being honest with a patient and their family gives them more time, possibly only seconds, for reality to sink in.

When termination of resuscitation becomes part of the discussion, patients families are often unprepared. Giving them the truthful answers to questions about the reality of the condition of their loved ones will certainly help them to make the decisions to terminate care when necessary.

How do you handle these difficult moments in patient communication?

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Please tell me you didn’t…

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Call 911 because you couldn’t sleep. Please tell me dispatch didn’t dispatch me code 3 for this “emergency”. Please.

Please tell me you didn’t expect me to be able to fix this… And please, please don’t get mad at me when I suggest you get a job as a means of tiring yourself so that you might be able to fall asleep at night.

Please.

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Life…

Is what happens when you’re making plans. So the saying goes, anyways. First I’d like to apologize for the lack of EMS posts lately. The combination of life, my dorky techy self playing with my new Droid, and everything else, I haven’t really found a lot of steam for new posts.

I’m trying though. I’m really trying to find my identity in EMS, life and all that jazz. I love my job, but the pay just isn’t there. I’m not running away anytime soon, but my wife and I are throwing around some ideas about my professional future.  There are a few solid options and it’ll take some real thought before we move forward.

Asher is going in for an MRI on Thursday morning relating to what I believe is a superficial Gluteal Fold. Basically just a little fold on his bottom that is literally non existent, but worth getting check out.

Hope to get back with you all again soon. How is life in YOUR neck of the woods?

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I am Sam: EMS 2.0

When I should have been sleeping Thursday night, I was watching “I am Sam” on TBS. I actually tried to walk away from it a few times, but I guess I’m a sap for that kind of thing. Well, not really, but whatever. This post IS a little bit rambling and a lot scattered. Mostly because I’m a LOT emotional about it. I’m sick of watching “EMS Professionals” treat patients with complete disregard for the most basic of human needs.
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It got me thinking about the countless parenting lessons the Main Character “Sam” offers us. As a mentally handicapped dad with an IQ around 70, the struggles WE all face on a daily basis are compounded–yet somehow he does it better than most parents could imagine. So… Because it is what I do, I TWEETED it. Next @EMS2Foundation asked me a simple question, that made my mind spin out of control.

do you think there’s any good lessons from “I am Sam” for EMS personnel?

Obviously I am Sam is full of Life lessons in general, but I think that the overwhelming theme is about compassion and understanding. I’m not sure what it was about this question that really got me going, but it did. I actually got frustrated trying to write this post–not because I can’t find the words or ideas, but because the basic concept–one we ignore all too often–is so easy. It is almost easier to follow this concept than what most of us do, but yet we still continue on.

What is this concept? Treat our patients with Respect, Integrity, and Compassion. The EMS Blogosphere is abuzz with EMS 2.0 discussion. Seems as though every one of my fellow bloggers has written an EMS 2.0 post–so I guess I HAD to follow.

For those of you who are living under a rock in West Texas, EMS 2.0 is:

EMS 2.0 is the global effort to reform prehospital emergency care. We are an open community that includes members of the general public, medical professionals, and policy makers. All of us are committed to reforming prehospital emergency care world wide.

Personally, I think it should start on a much more basic level.

Respect. Integrity. Compassion.

Respect.
It seems to me that medics have this God Superiority Complex that justifies the way they treat others–Our patients are scumbags, bums, drunks, and thugs. Our patients DESERVE what they got. Our patients don’t deserve good care. Our patients don’t deserve critical thinking. Why should I respect someone who doesn’t respect me?

Sure, we see a lot of bad eggs. Part of why we see them is the nature of BEING a Bad Egg. Bad Eggs do stupid shit. Bad Eggs make bad decisions. But…. Bad Eggs are still people. Do we expect the bad eggs to magically un-rot if we treat them like crap? Right…. Don’t get me wrong–I am not suggesting you coddle drunks and seekers. I AM suggesting that you don’t disrespect them. I AM asking that you don’t maliciously maltreat them. I AM asking that you give your patients a chance–now when they take that chance and piss it away by swinging at you, that is a new discussion.

I think that if we treat patients with respect, the image of EMS will only get better. Often we have this public persona that we are lazy, dirty drunks–much like the patients we hate–yet we don’t do anything to improve this image. It is OUR responsibility to ACT professional, and Respecting our patients is the foundation of that.

In the Movie, Sam doesn’t shove anyone down. As a matter of fact, it is striking how much he tries to NOT disrespect anyone. Our patients deserve to have a care provider with this dedication–yet often they end up with far less.

Integrity.

adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.

I think the easiest way for EMS professionals to honor the integrity of our patients and act with integrity ourselves is to Follow the EMT Oath. What you say? We have an Oath? Yup, and while we might not put our hands on a bible or be sworn in like some public servants, we are still obligated to uphold this Oath.

Be it pledged as an Emergency Medical Technician, I will honor the physical and judicial laws of God and man. I will follow that regimen which, according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of patients and abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous, nor shall I suggest any such counsel.

Into whatever homes I enter, I will go into them for the benefit of only the sick and injured, never revealing what I see or hear in the lives of men unless required by law.

I shall also share my medical knowledge with those who may benefit from what I have learned. I will serve unselfishly and continuously in order to help make a better world for all mankind.

While I continue to keep this oath unviolated, may it be granted to me to enjoy life, and the practice of the art, respected by all men, in all times. Should I trespass or violate this oath, may the reverse be my lot.

So help me God.

A big part of Integrity is Pride in one self, pride in your profession, and pride in what you do. If you are missing one of these parts, maybe this profession isn’t for you. Maybe someone a little more disconnected is your cup of tea. These aren’t optional parts of doing our jobs the RIGHT way. If we can’t act with honor, why bother?

Compassion.
Likely the most underused tool in our “kits”. To do this job for a long time you almost have to disconnect from your patients. The things we see and do are hard on the strongest of hearts, let alone one who allows them to eat you up. What that doesn’t mean is that we should disregard the significance of the moment for our patients. Our patients are in pain, dying, sick, or injured and it is our job to assess, treat, and transport them to the next level of definitive care.

DSCF2108 Young and Elderly handsAssess, TREAT, and transport. Treating our patients doesn’t have to involve and IV, medications or the LifePak 12. It could simply mean providing a compassionate ear to calm them down. More often than not, my patients don’t need any “medical” care, yet few people outside of medicine are prepared to offer them what they need. They need someone who has “seen it all” and able to reassure them, comfort them, and be honest with them.

BE HONEST. Compassion doesn’t mean making false promises. You should all know better than to go all TRAUMA on me and yell at your patients for dying or promising they’re gonna live. If they’re gonna die, you don’t have to say “Look, you’re dying”, but you NEED to make them aware(obviously if lucid) of the severity of the event. You MUST be compassionate and part of that is being honest. Tell them what they NEED to know. Tell them in a way you’d expect me to tell your mother.

Sure, EMS 2.0 is about a lot more than all of this “simple” crap, but what point is there in wasting the effort to improve the rest of EMS if we aren’t doing the bare minimum for our patients. The smartest, best groomed medics can still disregard the simple basics of patient care.

In the end of the day, if you aren’t treating your patients the way you’d expect me to treat your 85 year old mother, step back and ask yourself WHY? Then fix it.

If you haven’t seen I am Sam, you should. Sure, it’s sappy and silly, but honestly there is little excuse for us to not all live with the same Love and Care for others that Sam does for his daughter Lilly. Either we decide to do our jobs with Honor, Respect, Integrity and Compassion, or we’ve decided to insult our patients AND our colleagues. What point is there in improving the rest of EMS if we can’t address the most important part?

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On the Clock

The time has come for my 9 glorious days of time off/recovery to be over. Sadly it wasn’t the vacation you’re all envisioning, but it was a nice distraction from the world of work. Now that I’m back and on the clock, I’m hoping for an easy night or two but not optomistic…

We’ve been getting snow for the last few nights that, while gone by mid day, is a real pain in the ass for us competent people in the moring. See, incompetent people don’t seem to understand that just like last year and every year before, snow comes, causing the pavement to get wet and sometimes slick. This means you HAVE TO ADJUST YOUR DRIVING APPROPRIATELY! Seriously people.

Much of our job is the result of stupid people doing stupid things. Often times these stupid antics cause innocent people to be hurt or worse die. When you roll out onto the roads this winter(yes I know, it is only Fall, but Mother Nature changed her damn mind this year and I can’t control that) please take your time getting where your going. Worse than you getting hurt, is you hurting someone else. To my EMS/LEO friends: Watch your backs. Wear those stupid vests. No one can protect you like you can.

Godspeed friends.

Back to work…..

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Awake.

Living days while working nights has proven to be a challenge. It seems as though every night I fall asleep with little effort, but wake up every night between 2 and 3 am–like clockwork–and just can’t seem to fall back asleep.

Tonight I woke up and it was like a switch had been clicked. Wide awake. I hate it. I want to sleep when I’m home, and want to be able to function during the day when possible. Honestly, I wish when I woke up NORMALLY it was that quick.

I am sure part of this is from getting up with Asher for soooooo many nights at nearly that exact time, but I know most of it is from my Night work schedule. It has proven to be a challenge I didn’t expect.

I know that the final key to the puzzle is a little anxiety. Honestly, we’re just skating by financially and have been going through several other medical issues between Mrs Medicthree, Asher, and myself. Asher’s Kidney draining issue is still undiagnosed, despite nearly 30,000 dollars in tests and doctor visits. Mrs. MedicThree’s problems seem to be in the clear, but will require frequent monitoring to be sure. As for myself, I am scheduled for Nissen Fundoplication surgery on Tuesday for my Acid Reflux/Gerd and I am rather anxious to get it over with. I have such frequent reflux that it is a serious burden on our lives. I’m also hesitant because of some of the terror stories out there about the side effects, but I feel as though I have no choice at this point.

Anyways, I plan on fininshing up a few posts in the making this morning/tonight, so please keep coming back to see what I’ve got.

Godspeed, Friends.

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Writer's Block

Yup. I’m still alive, just in a perpetual state of writer’s block. You might have noticed my twitter updates are a bit slim too. Since starting the new job, stress is better, but still there. The Mrs and I have kind of a lot going on. I’m trying to get the go ahead to do nissen fundoplication for acid reflux, Asher is still batteling his kidney issues and the Mrs has a few medical issues going on too.
Hope to be back at it soon, but just wanted to let you all know i’m still alive.

Godspeed all.

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Paramedic News on Twitter

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Take Note:

2 grams of Coke, plus a dash of PCP will make you f’ing nuts. Psycho Nuts.

It might just make you so nuts that you decide that your Super 8 motel room is the set of the next episode of The Detonators.

Step one. Ingest Coke, plus PCP. Step two: Freak the F out! You can ALWAYS identify a PCP high when they have destroyed the porcelain god! Always.

We wondered in through shards of drywall and porcelain, mixed with cheesy drywall and some shards of mirror to find 6 police officers with their knees on the back of a 165 lb man who was all but throwing them around. He had been shot 8 times by less than lethal rounds, OC’d twice, and was now restrained but by no means controlled.

Law Enforcement didn’t know what to do at this point, and honestly, we really didn’t either. While he may have taken that much Cocaine, the PCP has altered that reaction from what would be barely breathing to going nuts. Way nuts. We improvised and chose a less than perfect solution: face down backboarding with hand and leg irons in place. There was no doubt his airway was intact based on the repeated “I’ma fuck you up!” followed by the incoherent screams and spitting. During transport and IV was established and but narcan was NOT given, as symptoms did not match that of a narcotic overdose.

Once we got to the hospital the irons were replaced with leathers, and he was able to be restrained facing supine, but the battle still raged. During the 20 minutes we were there, they gave him 40 mg Valium and 20 mg of Ativan–enough to require you breathe for me–and he still lerched his back and gave the trademark PSYCHO look.

Before we departed they ended up RSI’ing the young fella for both his and his providers safety. His thrashing had caused him multiple cuts and it was only a matter of time before one of the people trying to care for him would be taken out too.

Goes to show just how gonzo’d you really can get!

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Hypothermia… In August?

Called at 0700 for a a Man Down. As we near the scene the update indicates it is a 93 year old woman in her driveway, confused and cold. I honestly expected the typical fall, and, it being 60 degrees out, she was likely a bit chilly….

What I FOUND was actually much more serious. We found a woman, lying on the driveway, wet clothes, and COLD. Very cold. No longer shivering cold. Cardiac dysrhythmia cold. She could tell me her name, and that was it. Neighbors had found her while out walking, and told me she lived alone in this huge old house in the old money neighborhood of little big town.

She was cold. Seriously cold. It is August, we’re not supposed to have hypothermia cases… but a few things left her little chance… She weighed… soaking wet, might you say… 80 pounds. I suspect that even without the dampness she would be damn cold. I suspect she has been down a long time. She has abrasions on her hips and shoulders from dong what some call the “crappie flop”. Further, at 0700, it is rare to find an elderly fall victim fully dressed. She had jeans, blouse, and shoes on. Most of our early morning fall victims have their pajamas on still.

What got me was that she was wet. Not damp, but soaked. No sprinklers near, no pool. I KNEW she had been out since 10pm last night… in the middle of a 3/4 inch downpoor. Poor thing had laid in her driveway, alone and affraid in the middle of a god damn thunderstorm. Then laid out all night, till a passerby noticed her–and I don’t know how they did! She lives on a secluded street up a bendy driveway. Lucky, if you can call her that.

In the field we can do little for cases like this. Warmed IV fluid, blankets, and heat packs in the arm pits is all I had. Fortunately it is a short jaunt to the ED.

Guess her core temp….

84.7 degrees. Yup. Thats cold. Beyond Stage 3 hypothermia. She was in V-Tach(which we did NOT treat due to temp), respiration of 9, but her eyes were open, almost as if they were trying to say something to me….

I’m not sure if she survived. Often times Stage 3 Hypothermia ends in Organ Failure and cell death. This call just goes to show you that you can’t walk into a call close minded. It is flipping August and I just ran a severe hypothermia call.

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The Handover

The Handover is up at Trauama Queen. Check out everyone’s submissions. Here is mine.

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Is there a Doctor in the House?

Kal from Trauma Queen has a great post up over at Doc2Doc. Check it out. Tell him I sent ya!

I have a great deal of respect for doctors. But, emergency medicine is a whole different ball of wax. Hell, what WE do in the field is rarely “medicine”. Often I think of myself as an emergent pit crew member. Throw some tape, fill em up with fluids, and drive like hell. Sure, I believe in the medicine we CAN practice, but often what we do is a simple game of racing the clock to get our patients to a doctor who IS qualified to handle the situation. That does not mean ANY doctor, however. A GP, oncologist, or podiatrist is very unlikely to be the doctor of choice in a car vs pedestrian accident.

That being said, I believe that (most)physicians have earned my respect. No one gets my respect for free. I do not find it appropriate to be rude to them on scene though. Often informing them that if they feel the need to intervene they will be required to come along for the duration of the transport does the trick in getting them out of our hair.

Unfortunately, just like everything else in life… when you NEED a doc on scene, you can’t even get them to come to the phone!

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Despair

Ambulance Driver has a post up, “Despair“. It is too eloquent for me to even comment on, other than to say that this is the real battle we face in EMS. Those who fall into the gap somewhere between fakers, gamers, scumbags and the sick, dying, and injured.

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Things to come…

Not much posting as of late due to my schedule. Work nights, sleep days, hang with the family whenever possible.

Some of that will change 8/1/09. I switch to days for that 6 week stretch of my FTO. I’m excited that I will get to be home a bit more during normal hours. I’m sure the Mrs. is excited for me to be around to help out with Asher a bit too.

This week we head back to the land of my medic internship to go to a pediatric nephrologist for Asher’s left kidney. Since birth it has been draining extremely slow(but not 100% blocked) and and their isn’t a doctor locally who can handle his case. We aren’t sure what the final solution is but I am sure it is surgical. The thought of doing surgery on my little boy is terrifying, but I want him to be better(though he doesn’t exhibit any real symptoms from this).

Asher is growing and changing fast. It is more exciting than you could imagine. Just over the last few days he has started to like cuddling and just hanging out with me. I LOVE this! He is just barely scooting and crawling is just around the corner.

Will have some Medic posts coming up when I have time to sit down and pound them out.

Godspeed!

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Things I've learned on Night Shift:

  • Having “real insurance” does not make you less of an asshole. Just sayin.
  • If you are going to use the roof to run from the popo, note the 6 foot gap between the buildings.
  • Drunk is not an illness by itself.
  • “No one ever gets iv’s on me” is a sure fire way to make me go for 7 attempts. Especially at 7 am when I’m supposed to be off. Especially after I carried your 300 lb ass when you could walk just fine.
  • Saying you have chest pain will NOT automatically get you morphine. I assure you it WILL get you a headache though.
  • Saying your headache is gone is a surefire way to get ANOTHER.
  • Asking why my driver isn’t going Code 3 for your stubbed toe automatically increases the size of the IV catheter you will get.
  • Saying thank you will get you excellent care.

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Life is Good

I’m home with the boy and the wife today. Life is good. I love the new job and after the meeting with the medical director yesterday, I am cleared to start the FTO process.

This week I:
Delivered a baby
RSI’d a gonzo’d motorcycle driver
had Two cardiac arrests
coded a 9 day old baby
Provided lift assist to a 300 lb naked man in his shower. Ew.
made it home to see my family

Some good calls. Some bad calls. But, best of all… I’m running calls.

Godspeed, friends!

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Life

Life has been very busy/stressful/challenging lately. I have been having a hell of a time with my current job and have been looking for my way out. My boss doesn’t seem to think that 2×24 hr shifts + 3×24 hr call shifts is “working us too much”. Funny how 3 months ago he stopped working real shifts altogether since it was destroying his family life.

My family is supposed to magically survive though.

Don’t think so dude. No job will ever be worth sacrificing my family. My wife, son, and even my dogs are more important than a paycheck could ever be. The stress this job has put on my family for the last 3 months is incredible.

I’m realistic. I know that having a 4 month old son is hard. I know that the stresses a new baby can put on a relationship are rather intense. But they are nothing compared to what this job does.

I hope to have magical results for you all in 48 hours.

Godspeed, friends.

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You know

your assessment is going to be spectacular when….



  • Your Alzheimers Patient is also Hard of Hearing. Very, very hard of hearing.
  • Your patient’s nursing staff can’t get her name right… let alone her medical history
  • Your patient’s wife can’t remember if he is allergic to pcn or was it red beans?
  • When you ask about any recent medical history, it starts with Polio.
  • When you ask your patient why they called you today… and they say they didn’t.

Just a day in the Life of M3!

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