09 March 2007

5 Days

Until I am back in Maryland!

7 days until my baby's birthday! (Then he can be a fossil like me)

43 days until I move back to Maryland!

141 days until I am married!

149 days until our honeymoon!

A six shooter?!

Yesterday my friend from work took me to a shooting range. I think it’s his personal goal to convert all the liberals he knows into gun carrying NRA members. I had never shot a gun, so I agreed to go. He showed me all the ins and outs of the guns he owned and that we would shoot. He has a 9mm and a .357 revolver. I was actually excited to learn something about guns. But once I had a loaded 9mm in my hands, I pretty much felt nothing but terror.
Even after I got used to shooting the guns, I was still scared of them. Every time I shot I was surprised and wanted to scream like a...well, like a girl. I’m not sure why I didn’t find it a very satisfying activity. I was a little disappointed that I felt only slightly bad ass as I loaded the clip into the handle of the 9.

Although, I was surprisingly not half bad, I managed to hit the target, and if it had been a real person, he would have bled out eventually, or at the very least would have been scared. I was good at liver or spleen shots. Then my friend took a turn and hit 6 head shots in a row.
I’m sure that going to the range once is a good life experience. I’m very sure that the pictures of me will be hilarious once I get them back. I’m also very sure that I don’t want or need a gun. But at least now if I find myself in a shoot out or car chase with a rogue international criminal, and they hand me one of these guns, I could probably hold my own.

Oh yeah, in the "live free or die" state, you can conceal a weapon for only $15. How comforting.

07 March 2007

Some Interfacility Fun

We were called to go priority to a nursing home that is fairly far away. It took us more than 30 minutes of emergency driving to get there. The call was for a patient who was vomiting blood and had high blood pressure. So we arrived finally and found our patient sleeping quietly. The nurse said that he had an episode of vomiting coffee ground substance about 45 min ago. No other issues at the time. We got him into the ambo and checked him out. Everything looked to be in order, he was answering us, albeit shortly, and his vitals were pretty good.
When he nearly punched me as I put a nasal cannula on him, I checked out his paperwork. Oh, dementia and Alzheimer’s, that would explain it. That would also explain why he called us GD SOBs as well. He basically wouldn’t let us do anything without a fight, except put him on the monitor, so we decided to head to the hospital.
About half way there, he all of a sudden started vomiting coffee ground blood all over. I was like, ahhh! I wasn’t quite sure what to do first, so I sat him up straighter and grabbed a towel…or six. I was pretty grossed out, but looked at the monitor and I saw his rate go down and down has he vagaled himself from the vomiting. My partner noticed all of the commotion I was causing and asked if she should ‘step it up.’ Absolutely, says I, as now I can’t wait to get to the hospital. I cleaned him up as best I could, and then he either refused to or couldn’t answer me. Needless to say, I got the oxygen on him and the IV fluids in him like I wanted to in the first place.
We didn’t have anymore incidents en route, and left him in the hands of the ER where later I saw that he had vomited again later all over the floor. The nurse was less than thrilled.

03 March 2007

Robot Detail

Yesterday I spent about 12 hours watching robots hang innertubes off of poles. Yes, it is exciting as it sounds. There is a high school robot building contest in town, and I worked the detail to do EMS for the event. At first, I thought the robots were going to fight each other, then I sadly discovered that they were built to do tasks with each other instead. Tasks like picking up innertubes and hanging them up. It was interesting to watch for about 5 rounds of crazy robot action, but it went on for about 30 rounds! By the end of it I was dead bored. But at least I was there with good people and we tried to make the best of it.
Mostly we passed time by making fun. You could have cut the nerdness in the room with a knife. If I had shouted "hey, nerd!" the entire room would have turned and looked at me. But, they did come up with some clever designs and they were all really into it.
We had one real call for an asthma attack. We gave her a neb, she felt better, didn't want to go. I wasn't convinced that she was better, but her advisor had medical authority didn't make her go, and we even called her father, who also didn't make her go. I ran into her a couple times throughout the day and felt better about her refusal.
Other than that we gave out bandaids, and lamented that we didn't carry actually useful supplies like, antibiotic ointment and tweezers for splinters.
What was most disappointing, though, was the fact that none of the robots went on a rampage of any sort and absolutely none of the robots were equipped with rockets, flame throwers, or baseball bats. None of them attempted to chase their inventors and none of them set their phasers from stun to kill. Oh well.

We did get out about an hour early which was great, and still left me with 12 hours of overtime this week, yay! I'm back to my regular weekend shift today and it has been exciting as usual. I can't even write that with a straight face!

If anyone from Maryland reads this and needs a full time paramedic with benefits, let me know!