NomadicMedic
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Today, while at work, I committed the ultimate EMS sin.
After a busy day of running some good calls, I was told I was moving on to the next to last phase in the out of state paramedic certification process, evaluation. I was feeling pretty good. It's was 1745, and I had one more quick chart to write. Our shift ended at 1900, and the next crew was set to relieve us at 1830. I was about to start my 4 days off. I looked up at my FTO and said, "This is great. I'm gonna get home on time tonight."
He looked at me incredulously. "Did you really just say that?"
"Oh damn," I replied. "I didn't mean to..."
I was interrupted by the tones and the dispatcher sending us to a chest pain call. My FTO was making snide comments about how his kids couldn't remember what their daddy looked like and how he hoped I was happy that I cursed us.
We marked on scene for the chest pain and it turned out to be non cardiac, a total BLS call. I was working on convincing the patient that she should go to the hospital when our tones dropped again. This time for an unresponsive.
We left the other medic to finish the paperwork, while we hopped in the fire department ambulance with the second set of ALS gear from our medic truck. As we were loading up, the dispatcher advised "CPR in progress."
More dirty looks from the FTO ensued and yeah, it was a code. PEA. No ROSC to be had, but we transported it, and the doc called it at about 1910.
Now, I'm two reports down, one of them a code... plus an full intubation packet to fill out.
I learned my lesson.
If I think I'm gonna get out early, I'm gonna keep it to myself!
After a busy day of running some good calls, I was told I was moving on to the next to last phase in the out of state paramedic certification process, evaluation. I was feeling pretty good. It's was 1745, and I had one more quick chart to write. Our shift ended at 1900, and the next crew was set to relieve us at 1830. I was about to start my 4 days off. I looked up at my FTO and said, "This is great. I'm gonna get home on time tonight."
He looked at me incredulously. "Did you really just say that?"
"Oh damn," I replied. "I didn't mean to..."
I was interrupted by the tones and the dispatcher sending us to a chest pain call. My FTO was making snide comments about how his kids couldn't remember what their daddy looked like and how he hoped I was happy that I cursed us.
We marked on scene for the chest pain and it turned out to be non cardiac, a total BLS call. I was working on convincing the patient that she should go to the hospital when our tones dropped again. This time for an unresponsive.
We left the other medic to finish the paperwork, while we hopped in the fire department ambulance with the second set of ALS gear from our medic truck. As we were loading up, the dispatcher advised "CPR in progress."
More dirty looks from the FTO ensued and yeah, it was a code. PEA. No ROSC to be had, but we transported it, and the doc called it at about 1910.
Now, I'm two reports down, one of them a code... plus an full intubation packet to fill out.
I learned my lesson.
If I think I'm gonna get out early, I'm gonna keep it to myself!
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