Pants here too... and lets not mention what happened last year at FDIC and me at the after party at IFD Hall.... just a note.. dont try to match drink for drink energy drinks vs someone drinking beer.... YES, YES, YOU CAN OD on CAFFINE.
Once went up to a man ejected from his car in to a tree who subsequently fell on to a rock pile. The first thing I asked was, "Is there any pain?" :glare:
Of course my partner gave me the "You're being stupid again." look.
On standby at a conferrance on banking back home. Got a call that the speaker was having chest pain. So I went up on the stage, about 200 people in the place remember, and I knelt down to the patient on the stage. Felt a horrible wind on my butt....
My partner was laughing uncontrollably so I got the security there to clear the room, as the patient needed privacy....
Haha, I have done plenty of things... but still have managed to not blow out my pants yet I am afraid time is against me on this one, and its just a matter of time until I can say I have done "the pants thing too".
When we were starting IVs on eachother, I hit a vein, slid the cath in, forgot to pop the tourniquet or tamponade when I removed the needle and it was like a fountain of blood spewing forth from the cathater. Instead of reaching up and popping the tourniquet, I just slapped two hands down to hold pressure.
Similar happened to me in class but I was the one bleeding. I don't know if it was just that my blood pressure was up or what, but when he pulled out the needle, I began GUSHING blood. Ruined a brand new pair of jeans (I wouldn't have wore them if I knew we were going to be back in the lab).
As if the ruined jeans wasn't bad enough, I bled all over my right thigh and toward the crotch of my jeans. It's a decent hour drive home for me and I had pretty much forgot about it by the time I got back to my town. Even stopped for gas, then got reminded about it when I noticed the cashier staring at my waist. I had a ton of evil remarks i could've made but decided with just a smile and "Don't worry, its all MY blood this time"
i once answered the phone at the station in the middle of the night "hi pookie, i cant come over right now". the dispatchers have never let me live it down
Well.. The lightbar didn't come off, but I did scrape the top enough! That's why you gotta love the vanbulances, the light bar isn't at the very top of the truck.
Drunk para socked me in the sniffer in the middle of a crowed bar. Told him "I will beat your crippled ***!" in front of the attentive crowd. For the tape; I did not beat his crippled ***.
My first night of ride time for medic school, I was nervous as hell. My preceptor and his partner and I go to Dunkin Donuts for coffee. We get coffee and head back to the station. (I, for some unknown reason decided to try the french vanilla coffee and the XL size.) On the way back to the station we get a call for an overdose.
While enroute, we hit a bump, my coffee cup lid comes undone and french vanilla coffee goes all over my pants and the back of the ambulance. After the initial shock of hot coffee in my lap (and the horrible squeel I made) I tried to clean the truck up as best as I could. By the time we got to the call, my pants were still soaked and it looked like I peed myself.
So needless to say I had to run my three ALS calls with wet pants, smelling like a bad air freshener because we couldn't get back to the station before 2 more dispatches.
Worst of all the head of the program called me the next day asking why one of the trucks stunk like french vanilla.
I have a pants story, but I didn't quite cause them to split. Shortly after I became a basic I was on a call for someone being flown out from a hike. They called us waaay early, and made us sit around at the airport while they looked for the guy.
Anyway, it was a nice day out so we had the back doors of the Amb open and I was sitting in the doorway. At some point I decided to jump down and the seat of my pants caught on the nader pin in the floor, ripping them from mid butt all the way down to my knee. I shut myself in the ambulance and put them back together with duct tape and finished the call. My partner did get a good laugh out of it though!
Drunk para socked me in the sniffer in the middle of a crowed bar. Told him "I will beat your crippled ***!" in front of the attentive crowd. For the tape; I did not beat his crippled ***.
So, was this listed on your report as "Attempted verbal de-escalation" ?
My only pants story and apparently one I'll never live down because it was brought up at drill last night... again....
Treating a stroke pt/frequent flier. He's lying on the floor in his very dark living room. His mentally disabled son is trying to find the lights while I'm doing my initial assessment. As I stood up, I noticed my knees were wet... no.. correct that.. soaked.... the gentleman had been a bit incontinent. I ended up wearing scrub pants home from the ER.
Now, every time we talk about PPE or infection control my knees get mentioned as an example of how gloves aren't always going to protect you.
This doesn't quite live up to everyone's really embarresing stories but I was known for always showing up for calls (yes, we responded in POVs) in my sandals (which I always wear when I'm off duty (snow, sleet, rain, cold, etc)) thus always having to wear my bunker pants w/o socks (on EMS calls). Was called many different names..
I'm a white cloud in the EMS world, it was almost a year before i got my first code, and well i thought it would be "just like in the books". i have since learned quickly that nothing is by the books...
well its about 5am and we get dispatched for the diff. breather...we work with a fly car medic service and arrived o/s with the medic. and expecting this to be bs like every call i get at 5am all my partner suggest to grab is the red bag. walking in the house we find a elderly woman who in completley cyanotic and all i ever witnessed was one agonal breath...so i turn to the medic whos hooking up the monitor and say "uh oh...thats not good"...now my partner has since run out to the truck to grab the suctionin/backboard/stretcher/O2 bag. i start bagging the pt while the medic tries to get a line...i'm in such denial that i look at the medic (who happens to be my best freind) and he just cracks up because he understood my look of "wtf!?!" so we get the lady loaded into the ambulance after some difficulty (damn pack rats)...and once situated the medic advises me to start CPR...i looked at him like "What?!?! are you serious?!?! are you sure?!?!" and he just says it again...so i start CPR...first off NO one warned me of the crunchin' i'd be feeling..which grossed me out...and 2nd NO one warned me not to count...so here i am "1...2...3...4..." and the medic looks up from his laryngoscope adn says "are you seriously counting"...and i confirmed this...to which he found much amusement and began laughing hysterically...i did not find the humor at first...but after the call we had a long talk on how everything is not by the book, and one does not count while doing CPR. it was funny and now i laugh at it...and whenever i run a code with him i tend to count just to see him laugh...
only in ems can one find humor in such situations. LOL
Pants seem to be popular, so here's mine.
Working an MCI (commuter train vs runaway railcar) and we get a pt that requires c-spine. So we do our duty just like everyone else. Next day my partner shows up with a local newspaper. I'm on the front page at the head of our pt. My excitement turned to horror when I saw my shirt had ridden up and my pants had ridden down while bent over. Fortunately it was only a quarter moon, but now I had the most famous :censored:crack in company history.
NO one warned me not to count...so here i am "1...2...3...4..." and the medic looks up from his laryngoscope adn says "are you seriously counting"...and i confirmed this...to which he found much amusement and began laughing hysterically...i did not find the humor at first...but after the call we had a long talk on how everything is not by the book, and one does not count while doing CPR. it was funny and now i laugh at it...and whenever i run a code with him i tend to count just to see him laugh...
only in ems can one find humor in such situations. LOL
I am afraid time is against me on this one, and its just a matter of time until I can say I have done "the pants thing too".
