Yet another day, I find myself backed into a corner, I wanted so badly to write something, although my head is spinning, and I cannot come up with anything! I do my best to try and assemble things I believe someone might actually want to read or care about. In three years, you would think that I could have came up with some really good stories. The problem is remembering them. I can guess that most of them were probably in the nursing home or running crap calls.
One night around closing time for the local bars, we are dispatched to one of them. The call comes in as a man down. We respond with lights and sirens, it is only a few minutes from our location. We arrive on location at the same time as the police. While we grab equipment, they get the details. The guy was in the bar mouthing off, and looking for a fight, he is pretty drunk and comes outside, and someone hits him and knocks him down. We find a crowd surrounding the guy, a couple are holding the guy down, and holding c-spine. I look up, and smile. It is a couple of our off duty staff. Another wants to help, he smells of alcohol and that is all we need, to let someone who is drunk help us take care of the patient, we do it with 2 all the time, we can do it now. This guy is told by my partner to back up, my partner even threatens to have him arrested. He doesn't listen and is still trying to help, the guy claims to be a Marine and a National Registry EMT, which means nothing to us, he doesn't work for us, and 2nd he is under the influence of alcohol so his judgement and reaction times are off. We manage to work around him. We load the guy up and then realize that this guy could have a head injury, we have already placed him on a backboard and have a c-collar on him already. The truck smells of alcohol, and he keeps repeating the same things. "Where am I?, Where are we going?" We try to control the bleeding in the locations he is bleeding, he has a cut on the inside of his lower lip, he still has all his teeth, he probably get hit in the mouth and the tooth cut the lip. He also has a deep cut on his eyebrow. We apply pressure to it and then we go towards the hospital, before we leave, I see the off duty staff getting into the truck to clean their hands up. We drop him at the ER. He ended up sleeping off a big buzz for several hours in there, before getting some stitches in his lip. A few days later one of the guys who was on scene came in to replace us, we laughed about him knowing what the patient needed and then getting some things off the truck. He said no, "I was just a plumber." I told him the only reason he knew where things were on the truck and what was needed was because he had watches lots of E.R. and other emergency shots. We enjoyed a good laugh and still do every once in a while.
One night around closing time for the local bars, we are dispatched to one of them. The call comes in as a man down. We respond with lights and sirens, it is only a few minutes from our location. We arrive on location at the same time as the police. While we grab equipment, they get the details. The guy was in the bar mouthing off, and looking for a fight, he is pretty drunk and comes outside, and someone hits him and knocks him down. We find a crowd surrounding the guy, a couple are holding the guy down, and holding c-spine. I look up, and smile. It is a couple of our off duty staff. Another wants to help, he smells of alcohol and that is all we need, to let someone who is drunk help us take care of the patient, we do it with 2 all the time, we can do it now. This guy is told by my partner to back up, my partner even threatens to have him arrested. He doesn't listen and is still trying to help, the guy claims to be a Marine and a National Registry EMT, which means nothing to us, he doesn't work for us, and 2nd he is under the influence of alcohol so his judgement and reaction times are off. We manage to work around him. We load the guy up and then realize that this guy could have a head injury, we have already placed him on a backboard and have a c-collar on him already. The truck smells of alcohol, and he keeps repeating the same things. "Where am I?, Where are we going?" We try to control the bleeding in the locations he is bleeding, he has a cut on the inside of his lower lip, he still has all his teeth, he probably get hit in the mouth and the tooth cut the lip. He also has a deep cut on his eyebrow. We apply pressure to it and then we go towards the hospital, before we leave, I see the off duty staff getting into the truck to clean their hands up. We drop him at the ER. He ended up sleeping off a big buzz for several hours in there, before getting some stitches in his lip. A few days later one of the guys who was on scene came in to replace us, we laughed about him knowing what the patient needed and then getting some things off the truck. He said no, "I was just a plumber." I told him the only reason he knew where things were on the truck and what was needed was because he had watches lots of E.R. and other emergency shots. We enjoyed a good laugh and still do every once in a while.