So the story I promised earlier. Sat for the first 4 hours, twas beautiful. Food was had. Bullshitted. Drove around some. Then. First code as a medic, lots of learning points after getting out of the student zone. So Fire technically runs the show when we are on scene, but we are (mostly) on the same page. Called for chest pain, get on scene and see the truck, walk through the door of the store and see nothing. Door person has no idea where they are. So after some confused looks between me and the partner, we wander around until someone pulls us aside. Turn into the isle and there they are, compressions and trying to make 1:10k from 1:1k and I think we both went "oh ****". Insert normal ACLS schtuff, with some things in hindsight I should have questioned and been more vocal about, but the important things were being handled (airway/compressions). So long story short asystole-->PEA-->VT-->NSR. 6 minute ride to the hospital, and by the time I leave he is talking and answering questions. Definitely a lot of little things I learned to do better for next time, but overall it went decently well and in the end ol boy got a good neuro outcome....91, so I don't know how long he will get to enjoy it, but damn that was the most responsive I have seen someone after ROSC or just having all that jazz done in general. Then ran mostly non-stop for the next 10 hours. I earned my paycheck today, time for food and sleep.
Today also reaffirmed my love for igels.