Snow, combs, forks, and bananas.

Today I went sledding with a couple of friends for the first time at UMBC. I can't remember the last time I (slid?) and I forgot how freaking fun it is! Not only did I go sledding, but I got to use a dining hall tray (obtained from sources unknown) which I think was pretty funny. It was the most use I ever got out of one of those. It's snowing pretty heavily here now, as it has been for most of the day. If they don't call school soon, I think the commuters in my class will self destruct! Since we Marylanders are quite frightened of the snow, it's likely school will be closed again tomorrow. (yay! more time, yeah, that's it.)
So, my Mom said that my blog was "boring" so I decided to put in a couple amusing things from my first city shift.

Call #1 was for a woman who had no real chief complaint but she was using her hair to store a big, red comb. (no, the call was not for a foreign object in the hair.) I guess you never know when you'll need a comb, asap. Other women go digging in their purses, hair flying everywhere, when she just has to reach up and start combing, easy! I'm inspired. I'm keeping my toothbrush in my mouth, my cell phone strapped to my face, my comb in my hair, I'll be so efficient! When we got to the hospital, one of the nurses suggested to the patient that she keep her brush in there too. (ah, Baltimore.)
Later, we got a call just as we were sitting down to dinner. We wrapped our plates up and packed them in the ambulance for later consumption. En route to the call, My preceptor calls back to me: "You bot yeb lark?" "What?" I replied. "I said, did you bring your fork!" Oh, yes, I had brought it, but imagine, I thought he was asking me something important pertaining to the call, silly me. Lesson here: prioritize.
Our last call was for a man with, what you could call an "adipose surplus." He had become increasingly lethargic and just plain out of it over the last two days. We knew this because his wife had taken serial polaroids of him throughout the day. (can you say creepy?!) Later we discovered that he was on so many prescribed narcotics that it was amazing that he could function at all, let alone eat the 7+ bananas that his wife had fed him throughout the day. Wow, yucky.

Well, that's all for now, next week (if it stops snowing) I start my ER rotation and do 2 more city clinicals. Hilarity should ensue!

Believe, hon.

I had my first Baltimore City clinical last night. I was full of anxiety all day before I got there, and I'm not even sure why. I hate being late, and I was afraid the ambo would leave without me, and I'd have to sit there like a goof waiting for them to come back (if they ever did). I was also worried that my preceptor would be, how can I put this? Unpleasant, that's a good word for it. But, as it turned out, my preceptor is awesome, and couldn't be nicer. In this blogs' future he will referred to as "my preceptor" (how original, I know. If you want, I'll come up with clever nicknames for your people too.) His partner is equally as awesome, and in this blogs' future she'll be referred to as "old gray mare" (which I didn't make up) and, as finger dexterity becomes limited after all those FISDAP forms, OGM for short.
Even though I did no ALS skills and every call we had was, how can I put this? unnecessary, that's a good word for it, I had an excellent time. If you want to learn more about my night, you can read my call journal, but HIPAA requires me to charge you $40/hour to rent that one (half goes straight to the government and/or the plaintiff's family.)
Unfortunately, my next BCFD shift is not for another two weeks, but I can feel I'll be getting a tube, oh yeah. I will own those vocal cords! As for now, I'm going to thoroughly enjoy my long weekend.

Quick! Get me a knife and a straw!

Today we officially learned surgical "crikes." Or cricothyrotomy, a fantastic procedure involving cutting a persons neck open, putting a tube in it and breathing for them...awesome! In fact, today I had my finger in someone's trachea! Slightly disturbing, but freakin' cool!
Visiting the cadaver lab was an interesting adventure to say the least. Nothing promotes classmate bonding like being in a creepy basement with big jars of formaldehyde and two dead bodies. Regardless of the creepy factor I got to intubate my first real person, perform needle cricothyrotomy, and start some IOs.
After this, Wes, Ewing, and I went and checked out my station for city clinicals. Lucky medic 13 is housed in probably the ugliest building on earth, but it seems like a pretty good end of town.
Last week I participated in the International Critical Incident Stress Foundation conference. I had a good time and learned some cool stuff, but I could have done without the 5am wake ups. I won't say anymore here, because I don't want to bore you to death. In fact, if you're even reading this sentence, kudos to you for not falling asleep!
I went home last weekend for a little Ambulance-129 fury, to visit the niece and nephews, catch up with the 'rents, and to go to the dentist, fun!
So, until next time....

Look...a blog!!

I've made a blog. Check it out. Why have I made a blog? I don't know Every blog I've ever read has a healthy dose of hilarious, mostly because people write stuff in them that most people don't give a crap about. For that matter, people probably won't care to much to read mine, but whatever. If you're that interested in my "deep thoughts" you can rent my diary for $20 an hour, just let me know.
I also love the extra stuff people put in blogs, but I assure you, this one won't be filled with quiz results like "You're Chlamydia!" (from the "Which STD are you?" quiz.)
Really, I'd like to put my experiences as a Paramedic student at UMBC in this blog. Maybe my family can use it to keep up on my life. I'll probably end up putting completely superfluous and random thoughts in here for all to see. If you read it, great, hopefully I'll remember to update it every once in a while for you. Feel free to comment, although it's all material for the book.