Sometimes, I believe them
I finished up my 're-orientation' at work this week. It was altogether great to get back into it and catch up with work people. We ran a couple of 'good' calls and I feel pretty confident about heading back out on my own next week, I just won't know where I'm going, but that's nothing new. It's difficult to work where I don't live- street names and directions are never reinforced.
Anyway, we met up with a far away crew for a guy with chest pains. We got there, ready to believe that the call had been talked up by overexcited providers, but this patient really looked, if I can use the term, poorly. He was, pale, drenched in sweat, had truly crushing chest pain and was struggling with the EMT to keep the oxygen on his face while declaring that he was going to die. When certain patients say this, I believe them, as it is usually beyond theatrics, and I have heard too many stories of a patient saying they were going to die and then, well, they do.
So, we started IVs, did 12 leads, transmitted, gave nitro, aspirin, called command, started nitro paste, administered morphine, alerted the cath lab, and hoped that he wasn't right.
God, it was fun.
Anyway, we met up with a far away crew for a guy with chest pains. We got there, ready to believe that the call had been talked up by overexcited providers, but this patient really looked, if I can use the term, poorly. He was, pale, drenched in sweat, had truly crushing chest pain and was struggling with the EMT to keep the oxygen on his face while declaring that he was going to die. When certain patients say this, I believe them, as it is usually beyond theatrics, and I have heard too many stories of a patient saying they were going to die and then, well, they do.
So, we started IVs, did 12 leads, transmitted, gave nitro, aspirin, called command, started nitro paste, administered morphine, alerted the cath lab, and hoped that he wasn't right.
God, it was fun.
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