Paramedic Skills? No Way!
Don't tell, but I actually had patients that required care. The 1st call of the day was a rolled over dump truck with entrapment. No, seriously. Somehow the patient managed to roll the truck onto the drivers’ side, leaving him sitting where the drivers’ window should have been and leaning against the roof. The extrication was pretty sweet to watch. Once we got him out with the obligatory board and collar, it was revealed that he basically had nothing wrong with him, aside from a suspiciously low heart rate for someone his size, and for the fact that he was just pinned in a dump truck. So, we took him to (the obvious nearby hospital of choice) where I caught up with my other patient.
After that we had a series of medical patients resulting in a near record three medication administrations. Three! A little lasix for our trouble breathing, some glucagon for our 43 blood glucose diabetic with no access, and a few baby aspirins for our quasi chest pain. Glucose checks, EKGs, 12 leads, and medical consultations abounded. Rock on.
We had two ride-alongs, which I thought would be terrible, but it turned out great. We just ran the calls while the real crew got paid to do very little. Plus, my partner was British! It was like being back in London, only not. We got to talk about tea and curry and all great things English. It was lovely.
Because we had a 4 person crew, I sat in the captains chair behind the patient more often than not. Leading me to the patient quote of the week:
One patient said “Who’s driving...It’s not the girl, is it?” with a little too much concern for his well being.
Every time my partner shut the outside doors in the wrong order he would shout “Bloody Americans!” with a little too much satisfaction.
Discovery of the week: if it weren’t for trees, there wouldn’t be paperwork. Damn you, trees!
After that we had a series of medical patients resulting in a near record three medication administrations. Three! A little lasix for our trouble breathing, some glucagon for our 43 blood glucose diabetic with no access, and a few baby aspirins for our quasi chest pain. Glucose checks, EKGs, 12 leads, and medical consultations abounded. Rock on.
We had two ride-alongs, which I thought would be terrible, but it turned out great. We just ran the calls while the real crew got paid to do very little. Plus, my partner was British! It was like being back in London, only not. We got to talk about tea and curry and all great things English. It was lovely.
Because we had a 4 person crew, I sat in the captains chair behind the patient more often than not. Leading me to the patient quote of the week:
One patient said “Who’s driving...It’s not the girl, is it?” with a little too much concern for his well being.
Every time my partner shut the outside doors in the wrong order he would shout “Bloody Americans!” with a little too much satisfaction.
Discovery of the week: if it weren’t for trees, there wouldn’t be paperwork. Damn you, trees!
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