Dances with Patients
OMG that is me...I can never remember my calls at end of shift. :rofl:...
As far as my first call as ant EMT. Cant remember, matter of fact I cant remeber the first call I did yesterday.....Oh well
You must not have a toddler. Their pride can be wounded by a bump on the head or the simple fact that there's a dog within a 50-mile radius.How much pride does a toddler have? Also, what does A&Ox4 mean for a 2 year old?
74 y.o male with ESRD going from a residence to Davita.
Jealous of all of these cool first call stories...
Let me correct this. Who's navigating as your driver drives? One of the cardinal rules of EMS is to never throw your partner(s) under the bus. Work as a team, and take proper responsibility for what you and your team do.The first call I wrote (as a ridealong) was an AMA that turned out to be a cat that had been playing with the pull cord in the lady's bathroom. The 'patient' was on vacation in Florida.
The first call I was crew chief for was was dispatched as a class two unconscious seizure, possible drug use. My driver got hopelessly lost, and it obviously turned into ALS. My awesome (paramedic) FTO saved my butt by responding to the location.
alright, this was my first call after I recived my card in the mail, I got the card at 1600 on a Thursday, and 0130 Friday morning tones drop for a man having chest pain. As I have been doing ride-alongs with my department for about 6 months and been around it all my life I didn't really think much of jumping out of bed and running to the Crew Hall with my little red light going, well we got to the scene, and there was nothing, no lights on, no little old lady sitting on the porch with a bag packed, nothing...not to mention that just the look of the place made the hair on the back of all of our necks stand up...
on the truck was me, a guy that I went to high school with, and "mother" -the chief's wife-. "Mother" made me and the other guy go check it out first. We went around the residence, announcing ourselves, gained access though the front door (open, and not really the front, it was the only one, and was hidden...) we had cleared all but the last 2 rooms, when my partner turned a corner and his face just dropped, he turned white as a sheet.
Our pt. was laying in the floor,(with out any pulses, per. partner) naked as a jay bird, in a pool of blood and crap that covered the floor of the room (about 10ft by 12ft). and my partner just starts yelling, we need......and then he went though a list as long as my arm...(it didn't help that he had just watched The Hills have Eye's) but anyhow, he freaked (I was looking in the next room and yet to see the pt.) and ran out and yelled at "mother" to call law enforcement...
they showed up, cleared the house, and we went back inside to see what was up... by that time lavidity (yeah, I know it's misspelled) had set in. and he was called DOA.
for 3 weeks I didn't run a "normal" call, most of the ones I ran in that period were known drug dealers that waited until they knew no cops were coming before the took there had out from under a rolled up blanket or some such object (normally with a gun or knife in it...)
it's been a around a year sense then, and about the only thing I haven't worked so far is a gun shot, and I pray that it stays that way, but no matter what my first call will always stay in my mind.
(Does a person's first call normmally stay with them even if it is a "routine" call)