I have never laughed at a patinet, towards a patient, or near a patinet's family... but afterwards hell ya. Humor is a great coping mechanism. Once a month our team gets together for a meeting. At the meeting the SAR Coordinator gives a report of all the calls we ran that month. The stupidity that puts people in the kind of hot water we rescue them from is mind-boogling. You will never hear more roaring laughter and quips (even toward the ones who didn't make it). I often feel dorry for tehenewbies and newly interested folk who think that we are a bunch of uncaring jerks, the way we laugh about others misfortunes... but it helps us get through the stress and find teh energy to go out again. For instance:
Family is camping near the backside of Yosemite. His family want's to take a hike into the Park, but someone has to stay behind with the dog because dogs are not allowed in the Park. The 65 y/o man decides to hike around the outside of Yosemite while his family heads in. This guy is a PhD in several subjects and a university professor(which his family kept reminding us. "Oh, he must be hurt and not lost, after all HE'S A PHD.") Family gets back and the man has not returned. We launched a search using our team, the Forest Service, the Park Service, and a helo. Took no time at to find him. He and the dog were dehyrated and exhausted... and LOST, Phd and all! The comes the full story from the man (something we still laugh at): he got turned around at a lake near the park, but knew roughly which dirrectiont eh camp was in (he was right) but couldn't find teh same trail back, so took another one (which would have led him back). But the PhD gets to a fork in the trail. One sign says "this way the ranger station) and the other says "dry creek this way." WHICH WAY WOULD YOU HAVE GONE? Being a PhD he way over thought the situation and reasoned that with the states budget problems the ranger station might be closed, but the creek (called dry creek for a reason - and it hadn't rained in 4 months) might have water (which he was running out of). Needless to say the creek was dry and led him farther away from teh camp. The ranger station was staffed... and it was jsut don the road from the camp... and we were there! He and the dog were fine. We evaluateed him and rehydrated him and he sent us a donation latter. So much for "Oh, he must be hurt and not lost, after all HE'S A PHD!" Now whenever profiling a lost subject for likely behaviors we always ask, "Is he a PhD?"