MedicPrincess
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Got on shift at 0700 yesterday, with a relief Medic for my partner (my partner was sick) and very shortly after we have our first call. Long fall from a billboard, patient appears unconscious, were getting a helicopter in the air.
Haul tail to scene, as we are almost there, FD on scene is sounding very stressed asking multiple times where we are. Seriously guys, we were in station, its 4 miles to the scene in morning rush hour! Gimme a break.
Now I had been warned that even though my partner d'jour has been a Medic for many years, he still gets excitable. And they weren't kidding. As we pull up on scene he is practically jumping out of the ambulance as he barks out "Get a collar, CID, backboard, stretcher, monitor, hurry comeon!" Ok big guy, its not my first day.
So he dang near sprints to the patient laying face down on the ground with FD waving him over, but none of them really doing anything. As I gather up everything and approach the patient, I stop dead in my tracks.
THis is me..
"Ummm....Guys....guys...hey guys...Ummmm....guys!!!"
They are all kind of standing there looking at the guy on the ground.
"UHHH...guys...hey...Ummm, is that...umm...right there...guys!!"
Its like a freakin train wreck!! You don't want to look, but you have to. So I start taking little baby steps towards the patient, still holding the monitor and the C-Collar.
"Guys...hey...umm...is that Br..umm..you know...umm..." and then as if the traffic passing by could hear me I finally spit it out, but in a barely audible whisper... "Is that BRAIN!"
They all, almost in stereo, go YUP.
"So I don't need these?" Nope.
"Medic 9, cancel all incoming, cancel the helo, DOA."
Poor guy landed basically on his right eye area and the rest of his face kind of smushed into the pavement, and about a tennisball size chunk of his brain shot out the top of his noggin.
It took everything I had not to reach down and touch it to see what it felt like. And for the rest of the day every scene we went on the FF managed to "do me" perfectly..."Ummm...guys..." is all I heard all day. APPARENTLY, I stutter sometimes. And the really bad part is, it wasn't just the FF from that department that were doing it. The FF from other departments in the county had heard about my reaction too...ALL DAY!!! they were doing the Umm, guys or whispering "Is that Brain?" to me. Buttholes!
But my partner d'jour did get some pretty freakin cool pictures. When I get them, I will post a link....Not the real things, this is a family site afterall.
Haul tail to scene, as we are almost there, FD on scene is sounding very stressed asking multiple times where we are. Seriously guys, we were in station, its 4 miles to the scene in morning rush hour! Gimme a break.
Now I had been warned that even though my partner d'jour has been a Medic for many years, he still gets excitable. And they weren't kidding. As we pull up on scene he is practically jumping out of the ambulance as he barks out "Get a collar, CID, backboard, stretcher, monitor, hurry comeon!" Ok big guy, its not my first day.
So he dang near sprints to the patient laying face down on the ground with FD waving him over, but none of them really doing anything. As I gather up everything and approach the patient, I stop dead in my tracks.
THis is me..
"Ummm....Guys....guys...hey guys...Ummmm....guys!!!"
They are all kind of standing there looking at the guy on the ground.
"UHHH...guys...hey...Ummm, is that...umm...right there...guys!!"
Its like a freakin train wreck!! You don't want to look, but you have to. So I start taking little baby steps towards the patient, still holding the monitor and the C-Collar.
"Guys...hey...umm...is that Br..umm..you know...umm..." and then as if the traffic passing by could hear me I finally spit it out, but in a barely audible whisper... "Is that BRAIN!"
They all, almost in stereo, go YUP.
"So I don't need these?" Nope.
"Medic 9, cancel all incoming, cancel the helo, DOA."
Poor guy landed basically on his right eye area and the rest of his face kind of smushed into the pavement, and about a tennisball size chunk of his brain shot out the top of his noggin.
It took everything I had not to reach down and touch it to see what it felt like. And for the rest of the day every scene we went on the FF managed to "do me" perfectly..."Ummm...guys..." is all I heard all day. APPARENTLY, I stutter sometimes. And the really bad part is, it wasn't just the FF from that department that were doing it. The FF from other departments in the county had heard about my reaction too...ALL DAY!!! they were doing the Umm, guys or whispering "Is that Brain?" to me. Buttholes!
But my partner d'jour did get some pretty freakin cool pictures. When I get them, I will post a link....Not the real things, this is a family site afterall.