Was a mixed bag shift.
First call came in before we'd officially started and was for a bad pick-up vs. jetta (t-boned). Single occupant of the jetta was the only serious injury (18y/o M, slid out on black ice, nor ETOH involved). Transported to hospital and helped out in the resus room for a bit. Ended up taking the pt. on a stat transfer to one of the regional trauma centres.
I heard this week that he's not doing well and may not survive. If he does, it won't be good. Call took 5.5hrs from start to finish.
Had barely finished dropping off the RT and RN that joined us on the transfer when we sent to a 23y/o M hit w/ a bottle. Guy was fine but could have used a stitch or two on one small lac. He ended up leaving AMA 2 mins after we came in. Leaving his bloody coat and bottle of rum behind.
I was out in the garage loading the stretcher back in when the PA announced "All available staff to Trauma 2 please." Curiosity took over since no other trucks had come in and away I went, poked my head around the curtain and instantly had a champagne glass of sparkling grape juice placed in my hand. The bed in trauma two had been covered and a huge spread of food was laid out. It was exactly what we all needed, Medics and Hospital staff alike. We counted down to midnight and I toasted, "May the new year begin a hell of a lot better than the last ended."
Last call of the shift was to go pick up a 35y/o F HBD who'd passed out at a party. Ended up babysitting her until shift change.
The shift had a lot of laughs, some great food and some tragedy. I must have slept for 11 hours when I got home.
