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Too Much Information For a Paramedic?

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This is a coordinated post by our friends Greg Friese and Steve Whitehead.

 - Greg’s post on this topic can be found at: http://www.everydayemstips.com/?p=3628

 - Steve’s post on this topic can be found at: http://theemtspot.com/2010/08/25/too-much-information/

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“They Don’t Know What They Don’t Know”

It’s an established fact that 60% of fatalities within confined spaces are would-be rescuers. They see someone down in a confined space, enter the space, and are overcome by the conditions that took down the initial victim. The process sometimes repeats itself, with multiple would-be rescuers entering the space and falling victim themselves. It’s tragic really, but the cold, hard fact is that these people are victims of their own ignorance. They don’t know what they don’t know. They don’t know that there is a fatal set of conditions within the space, and they don’t know that whatever it is that killed the first victim, or subsequent victims, will kill them as well. It’s a well documented phenomenon that plays on the compassion of the would-be rescuers and ends up getting them killed.

They simply don’t know what they don’t know.

Hey Guys?? Guys?

So when I was approached by our friend Greg Friese from www.EveryDayEMStips.com the other day regarding a comment he received on one of his training articles, I was interested in doing a co-post with him. He also has contacted our friend Steve Whitehead from www.TheEMTspot.com and together we’re tri-posting on this issue. Their links will follow below and are just great as always.

The comment that followed this online training article was written presumably by a paramedic. It was a critique of the article that simply stated “too much information for a paramedic”. I read that, and immediately thought of confined space incidents, where ignorance can get a person killed. Lots of situations fit that scenario and it’s not always the rescuers who get killed. EMS providers who “don’t know what they don’t know” can and do kill patients. More often, they don’t provide the best possible care.

There’s this thing that we have made it our business to know how to repair. It’s called the “Human Body” and if you’re reading this article, the chances are good that you possess one. The human body is VASTLY complex. It’s the most complex machine we humans know about and we are still learning about it to this day. There are some amazingly smart people out there who have dedicated their lives to studying these meat machines that our brains pilot around and they still haven’t figured everything out yet. We can help set it back on course to heal itself in a lot of cases but we can’t construct a new one. We don’t know about all the minutia, the microscopic works inside of it that make it do all of the amazing things that it does. The levels of systems within systems that function seamlessly within still other systems are numerous and fascinating. I learn something new about it all the time, and still there are people who know vast amounts more about the inner workings of it and about the huge number of things that can affect it’s operating effectiveness than I do. The human body is remarkably complex yet elegant and perfect in its design.

C'mon... Don't be a wuss.

And we who call ourselves “medical professionals” are well advised to study every possible aspect of it. Consider it your “life’s work”. If your job is to fix and support the end users of the human body, you darn well better know everything you can about it.

“But”, you say, “There are people out there who are supposed to know much more about the human body than we are. They’re called Physicians, and they get paid a whole lot more than we do. We’re just paramedics. (or EMTs).” And you’d be right for saying that, of course. Physicians have the ultimate responsibility for knowing the human body. It’s their life’s work as well. Their patients live and die based upon their knowledge, skills, and talents they have for examining the human body and being able to figure out what’s going on. Their whole practice is based upon their knowledge, skill, and talent. The more they know when they’re working there, the better provider they are.

It’s that simple, and it’s exactly the same for us EMS people. The more we know, the better we are. Nobody is better served by dumbing us down. Nothing is gained by denying yourself knowledge. Not a single patient is better served by you not knowing everything you can know about what is going wrong with them and it’s your duty to learn as much as you can about what you’re supposed to know about.

What is the line for how much paramedics “need to know?” Is everything that we need to know covered by our initial training course? Is that everything we need to get out there in the world and start slinging IVs and Meds all willy nilly?

I look at the paramedic license as a “learner’s permit”. It’s the baseline knowledge level needed to function at that level under supervision. It’s a jumping off point from which the provider should immerse themselves in knowledge. I can certainly say that I’ve learned volumes past my initial certification and that the “extra” knowledge has saved lives. Did you know that Fentanyl can cause chest muscle tetany when administered too rapidly? Or how about that lasix, when pushed too rapidly can cause hearing loss?  Do you know that ST depression in the high V leads can signify a posterior MI? What about differentiating an acetabulum fracture from a “pulled groin”? Can you reliably predict the patients whose blood pressure is going to crash after Nitroglycerine administration by reading a 12-lead EKG? What about the clinical presentation of a non-ST elevation MI? Do you know the MEND stroke screen? What about the different neurological exams to find an intracranial bleed?

Etcetera, etcetera… The point is, there isn’t a cut off. The final exam we take for our licensures prepares us with the baseline knowledge to get out there and learn what it takes to make us truly great EMS providers. The true professional will learn this, and constantly seek the knowledge he or she needs. The average to sub-average provider will comment that they “don’t need to know” something.

Get out there, get fascinated, and learn as much as you can. It will never be enough knowledge… but your mind is a sponge for a reason.

Study Hard. Know Your Stuff. No Excuses.

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This is a coordinated post by our friends Greg Friese and Steve Whitehead. Be sure to read their posts on this

Greg’s post on this topic can be found at: http://www.everydayemstips.com/?p=3628

Steve’s post on this topic can be found at: http://theemtspot.com/2010/08/25/too-much-information/

EMS: Is what you do the Best You Can Do?

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Not too long ago I was reading an article in Entrepreneur Magazine when I came across an article speaking on negotiating tactics. I wish I could find it, but unfortunately it was long enough ago that I’ve disposed of the printed issue (I subscribe) and cannot find it on the web. It was a good article and it taught me some words that I’ve since used quite a bit in my own life:

“Is that the best you can do?”

From the time our parent’s first put us out there in the world most of us have probably been told to “Do our Best” when we try to do something. No matter if we win or lose, we’ve been told that it’s ok as long as we “do the best we can” while trying. We seem to feel better at the outcome of almost anything if we feel that we’ve “Given our best shot” when we try to accomplish what we’ve set out to do. We all like to do our “best” and we hope that our “best” will be good enough.

This begs the question… is what you’re doing today in EMS “the best you can do?” Career wise, operationally, with your service’s treatments, with your own personal training and education, and with your own attitude… is this really “the best you can do?”

I would like to think that I “try my best” in my own EMS career and paramedic practice. I would also like to think that I work for an EMS organization that is trying to do the best it can for its people and its collective patients. However, there are quite a few situations where I have felt that I have not done or have been prevented from doing my best for a number of reasons. Some are reasonable and others are not. I’d think that all of us would give the answer that we always want to provide every patient with our “best” possible care. However, I’d also guess that everyone reading this can think back to any number of situations where they feel that they didn’t give it. Sometimes this reason comes down to the skill set of the individual provider. This could be a situation where the provider didn’t have the best possible information or knowledge available to them. They may have provided an ineffective or even harmful treatment modality or might have failed to act upon a missed assessment finding, such as by giving a medication for which a patient has a documented allergy because the provider didn’t know or simply forgot that the patient had the allergy. Sometimes the actions of others in the organization can prevent a provider from rendering the best possible care. This could be by failing to check, clean, or restock a needed piece of equipment or by providing inadequate care prior to a provider assuming patient care such as in the case of a first-responder crew failing to place a patient in full c-spine precautions when indicated prior to moving a patient to the transporting ambulance and the transporting EMT not having enough manpower to safely immobilize the patient. Sometimes the organization can hinder an EMS provider from doing his or her best by doing things such as providing inadequate equipment or medical protocols, or by mandating that a provider regularly work past exhaustion-level hours.

People inherently want to do well at whatever they choose to do for their careers as well as at other tasks where they feel strongly about the outcome. I may have accepted that I’ll never be as good of a basketball player as Michael Jordan, nor the same-level of cartoonist as Scott Adams, nor the best noodler in the world… but I’m certainly going to try to be the best paramedic I can be.

THIS guy, however, may be The Best Noodler In the World

Sometimes our own personal biases prevent us from doing the best we can do and for this I’m not talking about bias regarding any protected classes or topic, rather I’m talking about our own version of the status quo. A personal example of this would be my ALS Quick Response Vehicle at work. We went a solid week without having the proper forms available for the daily equipment checks and I didn’t have the computer access to print more off. During that week, I got in the habit of not using the forms and simply checked the truck based upon my knowledge of what was supposed to be in there and what was supposed to be checked. The way it played out, I ended up continuing to not use the check sheets when checking the vehicle, even though the forms had been replenished. A few weeks later, someone found that there was equipment missing in the vehicle that had gone unnoticed for some time. At that point, I realized that I had developed my own bias against using the forms for a reason that is even unbeknownst to me. I had gotten in the rhythm of not using the forms, and that caused me to miss that the infrequently-used piece of equipment was missing. I had developed a personal mental bias that prevented me from “doing my best” and thoroughly checking the truck.

Another preventer of best practices can be organizational politics, both internal and external. As a paramedic who regularly responds to other ambulance services to provide “ALS Intercepts”, I have observed that the politics between the services we work with can affect patient care for both the negative and the positive. While I am not saying that any of these arrangements result in inadequate patient care, I can say that the services with whom I interface most frequently and most pleasantly get a better provider out of me than do the services with whom my relations are less frequent or are strained due to political turmoil. When I respond to a request for an ALS intercept, I am being called to the “house” of another group of providers. While I am the highest level of care on the scene, I’m also a guest in their house. They have their own internal biases and I have mine. Sometimes the synergy in our working relationship can be strained, which results in a palpable difference in the flow of the scene and the teamwork exhibited at it. While I will ensure that I “do my best”, it’s easier to do it when I work well with the team I’m working with.

So how do we change things? We’re all human and we all have things that prevent our “best shot” from being the only thing that we “give it” in our EMS careers. This may be consciously, as in the case of internal politics; Subconsciously, as in the case of my not using the check sheet; or Involuntary, as in our service not providing us with needed equipment or our coworkers failing to replace an item in the ambulance that we did not have an opportunity to check. As in most things, the easiest thing for us to change is ourselves. Changing ourselves is a great place to start and will make serving as an example to others your main tool to use to try and get the best out of them.

Most situations can be made better and almost all of us can try harder. The secret is to attempt to do our “best” at all times and to try and ingrain our own best practices into our daily routines. This can be as simple as always trying to check the truck in the most thorough way possible or by making sure that you always check and recheck things to ensure that they’re done right. It helps to continuously seek out and recognize one’s own personal biases, (remember my check sheet?) to make sure that our own preferences and routines aren’t leading to suboptimal performance. Consistently ask yourself if what you’re doing is the “best you can do” and then ask yourself what you can do to make it your best. Mentally prepare yourself for your shifts with adequate rest when possible, manage your stress level so you can keep your thoughts focused on your care, and train hard. Ingrain your best efforts into the systematic way you do things and make your best way your normal way of doing things. We can’t change everyone around us in an instant, but our quiet positive efforts can pay large dividends in how people around us think, feel, and act. Our best may in turn get the best out of our partner, which may in turn get the best out of the next crew, and so forth. Soon enough… deciding to give our best may change your organization, our industry, or our profession.

And I assure you, doing your best will indeed make the difference in someone’s life. It’s just what we do, Folks.

“Is that the best you can do??

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For more on doing your best in EMS and in getting the best out of your EMS people read:  The Shine Factor”

Thanks Rogue Medic – What are EMS’s “Fad Diagnoses”?

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Our friend Rogue Medic has a shiny new site up there on the Interwebs. It rocks. Rogue Medic is one of the many, many bloggers, non-bloggers, and/or random people who are much, much smarter than I am. I read his site a lot and I am very pleased to throw a link to his new site. He’s part of a new blog network with the URL Http://www.EMSblogs.com. Rogue has been joined by our other friends David Konig and Too Old To Work, Too Young to Retire.

That URL again for Rogue Medic is: Http://www.RogueMedic.com

Too Old to Work’s new digs are at: Http://www.ToOldToWork.com (yes, I know the “To” should be a “Too” and it just bugs the hell out of me as well)

And you can find everyone on their network on Http://www.EMSblogs.com 

Anyways, since this is my blog and you’ll come back here eventually. Rogue Medic pointed me to a site that I’m quite surprised I hadn’t found before Http://www.QuackWatch.com It’s provided me with some hours of entertainment tonight and since I’m a nerd and I admit it, that’s ok for me.

On QuackWatch, I read an interesting article on “Fad Diagnoses” with a handy checklist at the end that tells one how to create a bona-fide fad disease. (The article is here, with a lot of handy links: http://www.quackwatch.com/01QuackeryRelatedTopics/fadindex.html)

 The checklist, which is just entertaining as hell, is below:

 Recipe for a New Fad Disease

  • Pick any symptoms—the more common the better.
  • Pick any disease—real or invented. (Real diseases have more potential for confusion because their existence can’t be denied.)
  • Assign lots of symptoms to the disease.
  • Say that millions of undiagnosed people suffer from it.
  • Pick a few treatments. Including supplements will enable health food stores and chiropractors to get in on the action.
  • Promote your theories through books and talk shows.
  • Don’t compete with other fad diseases. Say that yours predisposes people to the rest or vice versa.
  • Claim that the medical establishment, the drug companies, and the chemical industry are against you.
  • State that the medical profession is afraid of your competition or trying to protect its turf.
  • If challenged to prove your claims, say that you lack the money for research, that you are too busy getting sick people well, and that your clinical results speak for themselves.

 

This checklist got me to thinking about what “fad diseases” we may be treating as Paramedics and EMTs in the prehospital setting. While logically, I can think that we must be treating diagnoses that are more en-vogue than others, I can’t really seem to think of one off hand. I blame it on a mixture of my long day and my ADD. I would guess that our contemporary collective attention to STEMI care could be one. While ST-Segment Elevation Myocardial Infarction’s are quite serious and require immediate intervention, haven’t you noticed that we never call anything a “heart attack” anymore and now everything’s a STEMI? Do we emphasize the diagnosis of the STEMI at the expense of other conditions, such as Thoracic Aneurism or a Pulmonary Embolism? What about non-STEMIs?

Since I’m drawing a blank on something where I believe that logically, I should be able to think of something, I’m asking for your opinions:

What are the “Fad Diagnoses” of contemporary EMS? Feel free to add your own in the comments section below. I’m sure this could get wildly entertaining.

(Oh, and I’m not making any clams as to the existence or non-existence of any of the “Fad Diagnoses” posted here or on the other site. If you think they’re real, then heck… why not?)

Volunteer Fire/EMS: Taking the High Road and Letting go

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My father helped people. Not only was he the 20 year volunteer Fire Chief of the small town we grew up in and a 30 year volunteer firefighter, he also owned the country hardware store and provided the tools and equipment needed to keep all of the farmers in the area up and running. He was always on-duty for both jobs. It was a commonplace occurrence for our phone to ring anytime the store was closed with someone on the other end asking for something that they absolutely needed right then. He’d invariably go over and meet them to get them what they needed. He’d also be happy to go out and fix things for people when they needed it and couldn’t quite do it themselves. It’s what having a country hardware store was all about, I learned from him. People needed help, and we helped them.

That’s not all. We lived in Northern Illinois about 2hrs from where I live now. Every time it snowed my father, brother, and I were up before the sun helping to clear the storefronts of snow. After we did that, we’d plow the fire station so the trucks could get out. If it was Sunday, we’d meet other people at the church and get the sidewalks and the parking lot clear before the service. Then, we’d make sure and plow the driveways and shovel the sidewalks of the elderly and infirm in the town. It wasn’t a big town, just a few hundred people, so we knew who needed our help and who could do it themselves. We’d usually be able to make it to school on time, but the school teachers knew what we were doing and were happy to excuse a late arrival. The town was small, interconnected, and friendly. We all helped each other out and could depend on our neighbors. That’s just the way it was.

Growing up with the example of my father, my mother, and the rest of my family taught me that helping people was just what we did. I try to teach my son the same thing… that “Our Family Helps People”. I want him to be unafraid to lend a hand to those in need and I’m trying to live up to the example set by my father.

Back then, helping people seemed so easy. Sure, it was hard work sometimes… but we were happy to do it. Helping people feels good. I’ve always said that I’ve gotten more back from working in EMS and the fire service than I could ever hope to give back to it. Helping people is in my blood, volunteering is in my blood.  My community needs me to volunteer for it, and I need to volunteer for my community.

Those of you that read the blog often know that I am a volunteer paramedic and firefighter as well as being a full time paramedic and firefighter. In both of my full-time jobs, I interface quite a lot with volunteer agencies and personnel. I know the volunteers well and I’ve explored the internal workings of a number of volunteer agencies. I don’t think that volunteers are “ruining” EMS or the fire service as I’ve seen some of my readers comment, but I don’t think that volunteer agencies should be exempt from even one requirement of their full-time counterparts. Volunteer agencies have a lot to live up to. They need to recruit and retain good people and they need those good people to want to devote large amounts of effort and time to help the agency succeed. They have to be well ran and have to make their people feel good about being there.

I’ve been around the business for a long time now and “helping people” has never been as easy as it used to be when my dad got me up for shoveling snow. Helping people has been sullied by politics, by personality conflicts and power plays, and has been tainted by flawed goals other than the pure want to help our neighbors in need. The myth of the “volunteer shortage” is just that. There is no shortage of people who want to “Help people”. There’s simply a shortage of volunteer agencies that aren’t tainted by personal politics. The fire service, EMS, and its close relatives have oodles of interpersonal politics at play in their internal workings. It pulls these agencies apart at the seams and puts people through the meat grinder unnecessarily. Good people get SO ANGRY at other good people and the original mission and drive that caused these good people to join the volunteer agency gets lost. Grudges get created and held for unbelievable long times. Feelings get hurt, people get hurt, and the community suffers for it.

Enough.  

If I have been guilty of this kind of behavior in the past, let me apologize for it now. I resolve to let my grudges go and work for the best interests of my community and of the people in need. If my personality doesn’t fit well with another volunteer’s I resolve to work with that person to the best extent because the fact that we both are there for our community and are committed to our mission gives us common ground to build upon. When I disagree with another committed person, I resolve to handle it in the most positive way possible and find the best solution for all concerned. I resolve to be nice and stay positive. I resolve to show resolve for making our agency the best it can be.

Look at that previous paragraph. It was hard for me to write that because while I have my grudges and disagreements with other volunteers, I don’t believe that they are my fault. Read that again. I don’t believe that I am at fault for the disagreements, arguments, and anger we’ve generated. I don’t believe I am at fault for the grudges I’ve held. I don’t believe that *I* am the one in the wrong.

Nobody wants to believe they are the ones in the wrong.

I’m letting that go. It doesn’t matter who is at fault. None of it is good for the community. It’s not good for our agency. It’s not good for our patients and it’s certainly not good for the people involved. While I will always believe in the free, fierce, and open debate of ideas, I’m resolving not to get angry anymore. I’m not bringing my ego to the table anymore. I want my agency to succeed, I want our community to be safe, and I want everyone that is dedicated to helping my community to do the best in life that they can.

Is it time for you to let things go as well?

Four Words: EMS, Apathy, Disgrace, Massachusetts.

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By now you’ve all heard of the flap that is happening in Mass. regarding the 200 or so EMTs and Paramedics that had their licenses suspended or revoked for running a non-existent training program or for falsely representing that they attended non-existent training classes. If you haven’t heard about it by now, you’re probably not following EMS news as much as you should.

Here is one of the articles on the subject from JEMS.com

The issue has been discussed quite a bit around the EMS blogosphere. Some big name bloggers have written on it, and I even discussed it a little bit on the EMS Educast the other day.

Here’s TOTWTYTR’s take on this: I’m Not Very Sympathetic

And here’s Rogue Medic’s take on it: (this is a part-2 that reiterates the first)

Here’s the episode of the EMS Educast where we discussed the issue briefly

Other than for speaking about the issue briefly, I’ve been avoiding writing on it. My job is usually to report positive things that are happening in the EMS world and this is definitely not a positive thing. In fact, it’s a disgrace to us all. Rogue Medic has it right when he asks the question “Why do we Encourage such apathy in EMS?”

And that’s what this is. It’s not just that it’s apathy for the boring destruction of brain cells that we call “Continuing Education” in most areas of EMS, it’s the apathy for the whole process. The apathy where we as a profession have let the standards get to this point.

I mean, really. How many of you feel that the continuing education you receive is anything more than something you have to do in order to keep your license up? How many of you feel that your regularly scheduled, mandatory, continuing education classes are of any quality? How many of you feel like they’re actually doing anything good for you?

And that’s the system in which we function. TOTWTYTR made the statement that he sits through boring traning classes all the time because those are the hoops he has to jump through in order to maintain his licensure. I do too, of course. I sit through probably as many or even more classes than anyone reading this article because I am a practicing paramedic with National Registry and licensure in three states. Sometimes the training from one state carries over into the next, and sometimes it doesn’t. At any rate, I get to listen to unmotivated speakers read flat material whilst sitting in an uncomfortable chair on a very regular basis. We all do.

However, I feel that I keep up my continuing education quite well on my own through other means such as extensive self study and non-credit medical education. Keeping my professional skills sharp is very important for me because not only am I proud of my professional skills, but I am well aware of the fact that the quality of my skills translates into the quality of life for my patients. If I keep myself sharp, I’m a better paramedic. If I let them get dull, well then I’m an apathetic paramedic who isn’t doing my duty. Duty is important to me. So are things like Pride, Professionalism, and Honor. In fact, those three words are more than just the slogan for my blog, they are how I think that I and other EMS professionals should live their lives and careers.

Others have been quick to demonize the 200 suspended EMTs. Others have been quick to defend them. The ones defending them have said that these people are apt to lose their incomes, their livelihoods, and that the punishment is unfair. Well, for that part I disagree. The punishment is indeed fair. You could have killed someone by being untrained oafs with lackluster skills. You never proved you were otherwise. However, if you were to ask me if I thought that a state EMS agency – ANY state EMS agency – was competent to manage such a program, I would laugh at you.  Every state has made an attempt to regulate continuing education and I agree that there is a good reason for them to do so. I would also agree that the prospect of regulating a group of EMS people in their continuing education efforts is a daunting task. I would say that the perfect system has yet to be developed and that a good number of the 200 were simply “playing the game” and thought that since their states EMS continuing educational system was a joke that they could make a joke out of it as well.

Here’s the most biting apathy of all to me. If you believe that a system that you work under is a joke. If you believe that there is a better way to do something. If you believe that what you’re made to do is pointless and obsolete… then why the heck haven’t you done anything about it?

I’d like you to look at this issue from this perspective, folks. Sure, not everyone in that group of 200 were caring, competent professionals. I’m sure some of them were jackasses. (And yes, I said “Jackasses). However, I’m also sure that there is a percentage of them in that group that sincerely care about being the best they can be in EMS and they simply got caught up in the mob mentality. I’m sure that some of them had just given up. I’m sure some of them were good people who just became apathetic.

I hate apathy.

If what, say 50% of that group were of the caring kind, that leaves 100 people who thought that the system was broken. Did it not occur to any of those 100 people to try and change it? Did they not try and band together to improve the system? Could one person do it? Could 100 people do it?

If we are to be regulated and controlled by obsolete and ineffective bureaucratic systems, then it is our duty to rise up and change things. Sure, that sounds melodramatic… but how many times have you thought that your state regulations were stupid. One of the defining aspects of a Profession is Self-Regulation. Look at your states “Bar Association” for Lawyers, or the states “Medical Association” for physicians.

Is there any state out there that has a “Paramedic’s Association” that has any teeth to it?

No continuing education system or relicensure processes is even close to perfect. That’s because of a few reasons, not the least of which is because the government is the one running it. The other reason could be because it isn’t being policed by the paramedics who care about it the most.

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. It’s time for us to take ownership of our profession. Stand up and make this the profession it deserves to be. Stamp out apathy and band together to let your voices be heard. If you don’t start the process of meaningful change, who do you expect to do so?

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For more positive discussion on EMS, check out the comments section in Negativity? You Won’t Find That Here” or for a description of two real-world moral and ethical dilemmas in EMS, check out Two Cases, one letter. From one paramedic’s struggles, change can come”

Should EMS Improvise? And the Recipe for the “Kaiser Cocktail”

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Here’s the recipe for what I call the “Kaiser Cocktail”:

  1. Look in the patient’s kitchen cupboards until you find a box (or a bag) of some type of granulated sugar, powdered sugar, or brown sugar. (in a pinch, you can use honey or syrup)
  2. Find one of the patient’s own cups or glasses, wash it if you have to.
  3. Dump a bunch of the sugar in the glass.
  4. Look in the patient’s refrigerator until you find some soda pop or some type of sweet juice like orange, apple, or grape juice.
  5. Pour that in the glass with the sugar.
  6. Mix it up really well with some type of stirring device. Don’t use your pen or your finger. (Your partner’s pen or finger is ok though.) (Not really.)
  7. Serve warm, chilled, or tepid. Garnish with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Have you guessed what the “Kaiser Cocktail is used for? If you’re in EMS I’m pretty sure you may have figured it out. It’s for sweetening up your local mild hypoglycemic… and no, it’s definitely not for serving to my son right before I drop him off with the in-laws for revenge purposes. The Kaiser Cocktail is for those patients who have blood glucose levels in the mid double digits but that still have the mental faculties necessary for drinking fluids and for protecting their airway while they do it. It’s a home remedy of sorts and it isn’t exactly the kind of thing that they teach you in EMT school. It works like a charm every time and I’ve never seen it not be well tolerated by the patients I’ve used it on or by the families that watch me do it. In fact, the families always seem more than willing to help whip one right up when I ask them to do so.

Picture this scenario: Your ambulance is dispatched to the “Known Diabetic with Altered Mental Status” at an address a short 8 minutes away. You respond to a well kept address in a nice neighborhood and are directed into the residence by a twenty-something female who tells you that her grandfather “Just isn’t acting right and won’t get out of bed”. Seeing no obvious hazards, you enter the residence with the granddaughter and follow her to the back bedroom of the residence to find a 60-something male patient sitting on the bed. He acknowledges you when you introduce yourself and you can see that he’s trying to talk but that he cannot seem to form the words. You say to him “Howdy! How are you feeling??” He answers: “Um… hello…” with a normal voice quality. His airway is patent, his skin is pink, warm, and sweaty, and he doesn’t appear to have any hemispheric neurological deficit. His pulse is bounding and regular at the radial and his respirations are normal. The granddaughter tells you that the patient is diabetic and that he takes insulin.

Got the case diagnosed yet? I’d bet you do. The next thing I would do with this patient is to take a quick finger stick glucose check. For the above fictional scenario, the reading would be 40mg/dl (which is um… “something’ MMOL for you British folk). It’s mild hypoglycemia. I ruled out a possible stroke (CVA/TIA) with the Cincinnati Pre-Hospital Stroke Scale and he patient’s cardiac function seems very normal with his bounding, regular pulse rate. The diaphoresis (sweating) and skin color are differential signs of hypoglycemia, and the patient’s past medical history helps clinch the field diagnosis. This patient’s blood glucose level dropped too low for his brain to function normally and he needs more sugar coursing through his veins in order to feed his brain.

You may be wondering why I brought forth such a common, run-of-the-mill patient presentation on the blog today. As pre-hospital providers, we have a few options available for us that could be considered proper care for this patient. Most EMTs have oral glucose paste at their disposal and a growing number of EMT-Basics carry Glucagon for IM injection. EMT-Intermediates and Paramedics usually have both of the previous medications available and almost all of them carry D-50, or 50% Dextrose solution in water, for IV administration. All of these treatments could be considered for this patient; however I would pull out my namesake concoction in this case. Call it experience, but starting an IV and giving D-50 seems like it would be risky overkill for this patient and an IM injection of glucagon saps the patient’s natural reserves of glycogen for quite a while after administration. Patients seem to hate the taste of oral glucose paste (Lemon?? Really??) and one tube never sees to do the trick. We only care two of them anyway.

That’s why I use a Kaiser Cocktail with these patients. As long as the patient can maintain their own airway and there’s not an aspiration risk, I can’t think of any contraindications once you rule out a possible stroke. It’s cheap, easy, and it has worked like a charm for me every time I’ve tried it. I like using it too, as it feels like a “Mr. Wizard” type home remedy that always fascinates the patient’s family members who watch me make it up.

Here’s the rub though, nowhere in my protocols does it give me authority to give a patient any nourishment or fluids by mouth. In fact, I can’t give a patient anything to eat or drink that isn’t specifically allowed by my standing orders. In EMS, even something as innocuous as sugared-up orange juice can be a legal difficulty. Common sense isn’t allowed by lawyers, unless of course they’re saying you should have used some. The reality is that every time I whip up a Kaiser Cocktail, I’m putting my license at risk.

I used a Kaiser Cocktail as recently as of the day I’m writing this post and I’m asking for a debate here. I’d like it if you would please answer some questions for me below the post in the comments section:

  1. Do you think that the Kaiser Cocktail is an appropriate treatment for mild-to-moderate hypoglycemia in a known-diabetic patient with a patent airway?
  2. Do you see any contraindications or risks that I have missed?
  3. Would a tube of oral glucose paste (or tablets, if you use them) be more appropriate than the Kaiser Cocktail?
  4. Should EMS providers be allowed to improvise treatments such as the Kaiser Cocktail for these and other like situations? Why or Why not?

I can’t wait to see your answers.

Rural EMS – A Fictional Letter to the Small Town Community

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Rural EMS has it’s challenges, not the least of which are the low pay and long hours. I believe that the lives of those in the sticks are just as important as the lives of those in the city and that rural folk need paramedics too. This is a fictional letter with a very real message. It could be written by a lot of paramedics and EMTs to a lot of people who live out in the sticks and I could have written this letter once when I left my small town EMS service to seek my EMS fame and fortune out there in the Big City. Now that I’ve come full circle and I’m once again working rural EMS I’m starting to wonder when I might have to write this letter again.

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Mr. and Mrs. Penry

1212 Gravel Road

SmallTown, USA.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Penry,

                My name is Chris and I am a paramedic working for your local EMS service. I live here on Mulberry St. in SmallTown and my parents and grandparents live out here as well. I’ve seen you on the street, at the local café, and pretty much anywhere in town for most of my life. I went to high school with your son, Johnny and thought about dating your daughter once but could never work up the courage to ask her out. I wanted to take her to the prom but I ended up taking Mary Buckrop instead. We sure got us in some trouble with the Sheriff when he caught us out by the lake, but he ended up letting us go. Thank goodness that he turned out to be so nice. He was one of the people that helped me through Paramedic school. He kept telling me that we needed good people for the ambulance out here in SmallTown and I’ve found out that he was right. We do.

                That’s why I’m having trouble writing this letter to you, Mr. and Mrs. Penry. I’ve taken it upon myself to write a personalized letter to everyone in the SmallTown EMS district because I’m facing a hard decision that I’d like you all to know about. I’ve been a paramedic now for the last ten years. I became an EMT and started volunteering with the SmallTown EMS District right out of high school and did that while I worked down at the Grain Elevator and put myself through college over in MidSizeTown. It was there that I decided that I wanted to be a paramedic and I completed my paramedic training at St. MidSize Hospital. I immediately fell in love with the work and I knew that it was something that I always wanted to be a part of. I continued volunteering with SmallTown EMS while I worked a full-time job for MidSizeTown Ambulance Service. I worked there for seven years and got a good bit of experience. I also worked part-time at St. MidSize’s Emergency Room. I still do.

                Three years ago when the voters approved SmallTown EMS District’s referendum to hire full-time paramedics, I jumped at the chance to come on board. This is my home. As cheesy as it may sound, I feel a connection with the people here in SmallTown and I feel that it’s my duty and my calling to protect them with my Paramedic skills. I’ve always studied and trained hard throughout my career to be the best paramedic I could be because I’ve felt it was my duty to be my best. I felt very good about coming on board with SmallTown EMS to protect my Neighbors, family, and Friends here in my hometown.

                Rural EMS is different than is EMS in the city. Sure, we may not be as busy out here in SmallTown as we could be if we were a bigger city, but that doesn’t make it easier on us. People out here don’t have access to primary care since Doc. Walters closed up his shop. While they can drive out to see the clinic in MidSizeTown, that’s thirty miles away. Most people don’t make the drive as often as they should and since people aren’t getting regular checkups and primary medical care they tend to let their minor and chronic conditions get so bad that when they finally call us, it’s because they don’t have anything else they can do. A lot of the time, their minor condition has become life threatening because it got out of hand. We can take them to St. MidSize ER, but they don’t have the capability to do things like perform cardiac catheterization surgeries to fix heart attacks, or to take care of trauma patients that need surgery right away, or to handle complicated patients in their inpatient wards. Their “ICU” is staffed by some dedicated people, but it only has two beds. This means that we have to bypass St. MidSize ER for the bigger hospitals in BigTown and that’s an hour away for us running Lights and Sirens. Because we have such long transport times and because our patients tend to be pretty sick when they call for us, we have to provide critical care level interventions. We carry more medications with us than do the big city ambulances and we can do more things than they can. That’s because ambulances in the city don’t have to be with their patients for as long as we do. They have a hospital within ten to fifteen minutes transport time of anywhere they may be. We have one within thirty minutes to an hour away. The fact that we’re so far away from hospital care forces us to be on our game all the time. We also have to be on call a lot to cover the duty ambulance when it’s away transporting a patient to the Big City. A normal call can take two hours. A critical call can take three or four. If we didn’t listen up, the calls that happen while the duty ambulance is away wouldn’t get a paramedic. I try not to let that happen.

                Here’s the deal, Mr. and Mrs. Penry, I’m not complaining about my job. I love it. I love the work and I really don’t mind all of the hours that I have to put in. While it’s hard on my family to have me gone so often, they have always understood. My wife Mary supports me in my desire to cover the town we grew up in. She has since Prom night. She’s been great. However, we’ve got our new little boy that just turned three this last month and he doesn’t understand why Daddy has to be gone so often. He also is starting to get very expensive, as kids do, and the meager salary I get working in town isn’t covering all of my bills. I took a pretty hard pay cut to come here. I wanted to and thought that I could keep my part-time job at St. MidSize to make ends meet. Unfortunately, since I’m always on call for SmallTown, I can’t hardly work any hours at St. Midsize. We don’t get paid to be on call, only for when we’re on duty and I’d say no to covering… but then someone in town might die because I’m not here to take the second call. I answer the second call all the time, like I did the night of Johnny’s car accident. I’ve heard he’s doing better but I can tell you that he probably wouldn’t be had I not decided to stay home and cover that night. Mary had plans to go to dinner in MidSizeTown but I just wanted to stick around for an hour to make sure the duty truck was back in town. I’m sure glad I did.

                I’m going to come right out and say it. There’s a job opening in BigCity EMS that would pay me twenty-thousand dollars a year more than I make here in SmallTown. I’d be able to work one job and wouldn’t have to put in so many hours away from my family. We wouldn’t have to skimp and save to pay the bills nearly as hard as we do now. I’d love to stay here and take care of my home town but the pay is just too low to survive on. A lot of good people have left since we went full time when they realized they couldn’t survive on the pay. I’ve been doing my best to train the kids that they hired to replace them, but they only seem to be coming here to use it as a stepping stone to a better job in the big city. I think that our town deserves better but I can see why the people would leave. I didn’t become a paramedic to get rich but I don’t think that I deserve to live in poverty because I choose to help my home town. People out here need experienced paramedics just as much as the people do in the big city. The lives of the people in the city aren’t any more important than the lives of the people out here. I feel strongly about rural EMS and I feel strongly about my home town… I just can’t make it anymore. The bank might come take the house and my family doesn’t deserve to suffer because I choose to help those that can’t pay me back.

                So, Mr. and Mrs. Penry, I’m asking you what you think I should do. One day the unthinkable is going to happen to someone and I want to make sure that there are good people to take care of them when it does, but I can’t have my family suffer financially anymore. My kid needs his daddy and my wife needs her husband. The bank needs the mortgage and my student loans need paying off. It’s a tough decision I’m facing and I’m asking the community what they think I should do.

                If you need me, just call 911. I’ll come like I always do. If I’m not on the duty truck you can just stop by the house. You know how to get ahold of me. Say Hi to Johnny for me.

Sincerely,

Chris NREMT-P

Master Paramedics? I’m asking you a question

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Let me ask YOU a question. What do you think about this:

How do we recognize the best and brightest among us? How would we distinguish the EMTs and Paramedics who have earned the respect and admiration of their peers for being “Really Good” at what they do? I don’t mean just a little bit good, or “pretty” good. I mean masterfully good. The kind of Paramedics that Johnny and/or Roy would have wanted to be had they grown up watching them on Saturday mornings. The kind of people that have worked in the profession for as long as they can remember but that never lost the passion for the job. The kind of people who read everything they can, study everything they can get their hands on, and always seem to have the answers to the most challenging of EMS trivia, as well as the most mundane.

What would we call them?

The old trade guilds used to call their most experienced and skilled members “Master”, as in the term “Master Craftsman”. As their members worked through the years and learned the ropes of the trade, they progressed through the various levels until they reached “Master” status. Some unions still use those terms and honestly, I’m unfamiliar with what all of them are. That’s ok with me because I see Paramedicine as a profession and not as a trade, but I do respect their tradition of honoring those that have earned the title of “Master” by thoroughly mastering their craft.

So what do we EMS people do? How would we recognize a “Master Paramedic” or “Master EMT”?

I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while, honestly. As I progress in the profession and in my career path, I’ve seen the people who were my mentors keep working alongside of me. They’re my colleagues now, and although they still mentor me in some ways, they have been progressing along their own paths just as I have this whole time. Some of them have become true masters of the profession. Some of them have not. Some of them could really be called “Master Paramedics” and I would like to know how we as a profession should recognize those people. I see that these people don’t tend to be treated very well by the profession in general and I think that it’s a crying shame. Think about it, new paramedics walk in the doors to the profession and are allowed to work in the same capacity as our master medics within a relatively short time. Employers tend to not want to keep these people around when budgets get tight because these people tend to be on the upper end of the pay scale. In some agencies there’s a defined career path and upward ladder, but in a lot of (and dare I say most) agencies there is not.

So what if there were a certification, or some way to define a “Master Paramedic” and/or “Master EMT”? What would be the qualifications? What would be the benefits? How would we define those people who have earned (Yes, really EARNED) “Master” status?

This is one of the things I’m asking you to think about. If you would please, put some thought into this and write what you think would make a “Master” paramedic or “Master” EMT in the comments section. No, I don’t think that this is silly. I really want to know what you all think about this.

Here’s what I think:

-          Minimum Years in the Profession: The Master EMT or Paramedic should have more than 10 years of FULL TIME service (15 years if volunteer, depending on call volume)

-          Minimum Experience and Type of Calls:  The master EMT or Paramedic should be experienced in a broad spectrum of the different types of EMS. 911 response within diverse response strategies, Medical Transports, and In-Hospital medical care.

-          Teaching and Precepting Experience:  The Master EMT or Paramedic should have experience teaching EMS classes and in mentoring new providers.

-          Command Experience:   The Master Paramedic of EMT should have experience in being in command of different types of emergency scenes and large scale responses.

-          Knowledge:  The Master Paramedic or EMT should have to pass a complex series of tests that show not only rote memorization, but also complete conceptualization and deep background knowledge of a broad spectrum of EMS and Medical related knowledge.

-          Acknowledgement by Peers:  The Master Paramedic or EMT should have the support and admiration of his colleagues, coworkers, and peers and should be able to get them to vouch for him or her when asked.

Now, I also ask you. If you were to recognize a person that could pass the standards that I’ve set, or that you and others set in the comments below, how should we show our respect to these people for their professional achievements? How should our profession honor and acknowledge our highest achievers?

I’m very curious about this issue. Please feel free to add your thoughts.

Grumblemedics

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Grumblemedics, you know them. You’ve seen them. Heck, you may even be one. Whether they’re a Grumble Pee or a Grumble Bee, there’s an apparent glut of them in the profession and I’d like to know why. See, to me, EMS is the greatest job in the world. Sure, there’s the great pay and benefits, but there’s also the great hours, plentiful time off, and comfortable ergonomic working environment. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been just left with a warm-fuzzy feeling after a shift…

Ok, so that could have been an exaggeration, I know that there are things in this profession that just plain ol’ stink. But I gotta tell you, EMS really is my favorite job. I really can’t imagine doing anything else. While there are times in my career that I’ve wondered if it was an abusive, co-dependent type of relationship, I realize that I would not want to be anything other than a paramedic.

So why does it seem like there are so many Grumblemedics? Could it be the long hours with little chance of getting a day off? Could it be the fact that we must get up at all hours of the night to take care of someone in better shape than we are? Tangent: The other day another crew transported a person with a chief complaint of “Dry Feet”. When they asked him if he really wanted transported, he said “Yeah! I got dry feet!” Or, the one last night where a woman had an NSAID pain patch fall off at 4am and called us because she thought that she was going into withdrawal. End Tangent.

OK, heck with the ending the tangents. There are a whole heck of a lot of calls that can be filed under “They called us for THAT!?” Why do people do this? Why? I mean, I’ve been called for things that I wouldn’t even take an aspirin for more times in my career that I can count (And I know that’s more than ten because I have ten fingers and if you think that I’m going to take off my boots after working in them for all of these 24 hour shifts you’re nuts). Why do people call us when they have a muscle cramp? Why did the guy call me when he got a fish hook in his finger? Why do people who happen to be type 1 diabetics drink themselves into a stupor and then call me first thing in the morning to wake them up? Seriously, I once spent a few months going to some guy’s house every shift bright and early in the morning to squirt him with a little D50 and he’d sign the refusal that would send him on his way. It ended when we began putting him on the cot and starting to drive to the ER before we sugared him up. He’d wake up in the rig just as we were backing into the bay doors and be mad at US for transporting him. Sorry guy, but you obviously need more help than we can give you.

So, there may be times in my career that I’ve been a Grumble Pee, but that might be expected. Heck, if I worked in a factory I’d probably be complaining about the lack of adequate ventilation and the fact that I couldn’t sit in the crew lounge and watch TV for a few hours of my shift. We all complain about things we can’t change or our own perceptions of injustice. I would guess that any profession has those things that the people in the profession just hate. Heck, would any of us want to work retail during the holidays? They don’t even get to jab strangers with sharp objects or have their own keys to the leather restraints.. Now THAT would suck.

You know what my absolute, all-time, worst pet-peeve is in EMS? No? I’ll bet you don’t care either but this is my rant and you can’t seem to stop me. My biggest, all-time, worst pet-peeve in EMS is: People who don’t call us when they need us. Yep, I would gladly take a hundred 3am “lost condom” calls rather than have one potential patient have that occult MI and lose any percentage more of heart muscle than they have to because they didn’t want to call EMS and bother us. You see, I work in rural EMS these days where people are nice, and they don’t want to bother their local EMS service with getting up out of their chairs, and they don’t want to bother their neighbors with having to look out their windows at the pretty flashing lights, and they really don’t think that the fact that the left side of their body is numb is any reason to be alarmed. These non-calls that should have been calls bother me more than any of them, and we all grumblemedics are somewhat on the hook here.

If you’ve read any of what I’ve written, you’ve probably seen my statement that “PR Saves Lives”. It means that the more positive Public Relations an ambulance agency has, the more people trust them, and the more people are apt to call them when they truly need them. I haven’t seen studies on what an effective PR program does in reducing so-called “nuisance calls”, but I have seen recent studies that say like 60% of patients having heart attacks make their first call to a friend or family member upon the onset of their crushing chest pain. I’m here to tell ya, I’m jealous. I want to get that call.

So maybe grumblemedics like I probably will be about an hour from now when someone calls me at 3am for something that I would take pepto-bismol for need to remember that we are blessed to do this job, and that EMS professionals need to approach this business with the heart of a servant. Because that’s what we are. We aren’t here for our health, we’re here for everyone’s health. Sometimes people get scared and call us because they’re scared and it is our job to make them feel better by telling them they don’t have to be scared anymore. Sometimes we need to haul them in so someone with a whole-heckovalotta medical education can tell them that same thing. I decided a long time ago that if I ever got to a point in my life where I had to call the ambulance just so I could get some human contact because my real chief complaint was loneliness that I didn’t need some punk kid with a pulse and a medic card judging me.

Us grumblemedics need to realize that the nuisance calls are never going to go away. We’ve got to realize that there are, however, ways to combat them:

  • Check your Ego at the Door: You serve the public. Not the other way around. You are blessed and dang lucky to be the person that this person asked to take care of them in their or their loved one’s hour of perceived need and you best not forget it, because your mental health is at stake, and their life could be too. The best EMS people approach this job with a servant’s heart.
  • Evangelize EMS: You want the general public to know how to properly use EMS, right? Then what have you personally done to help teach them. Get out there and get the word out. Don’t hide in your station, or in the parking lot you’re posting in. Get the message out about what you’re there for, what you’re capable of, and how friendly you are while you are doing it.
  • Everything is PR: Every single, solitary thing an EMS person does affects the publics’ perception of them, their service, and the profession in general. Really. When you meet up with another crew for breakfast in the morning and talk about how wasted you got last night at the bar don’t think that the people around you aren’t listening. When you swear in public don’t think that the kids who are looking up to you in your shiny uniforms with your neat big truck aren’t filing that away. Take your public image seriously. Exude professionalism at all times because it saves lives. The more comfortable everyone is with your professionalism affects how apt they are to call you first, call you fast, or call you at all in a life or death situation. That can make all the difference for a lot of potential patients.

There’s a lot more that every one of us can do, but I’m tired here and I still have the last 8 of my 24 to do be
fore I have to get up in the morning and do 8 hours with my other full-time job and then do a 4 hour training with my volunteer department. Hey! I have an idea!! Maybe if there weren’t so many grumblemedics and the public took a more positive view of our value to society we could maybe squeeze some more pennies out of them at budget time and get paid better so we wouldn’t have to have so many freakin jobs and work so many hours to feed our families! Yea, wouldn’t that be great!!

As always folks, comments and flames are welcome. Public commentary is most appreciated, but I may always be reached privately at: proems1@yahoo.com

Saved by the Bell? High School Student EMS

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Ahhh, High School. The classes, the lockers, the bells, the peer pressure, the parties, the immaturity, the congestive heart failure, the overdoses, the emergent response, the…

Wait, what?

I’ve been hearing a lot recently about Emergency Medical Technician training being held in High Schools (9th – 12th grades) with teenage high school students being trained to be EMTs. At first blush, it actually seems like an innovative way for communities to meet the EMS staffing shortage problem head-on. In addition, it would seem to be a great way to get young people interested in EMS. In fact, THIS ARTICLE posted recently by Zoll EMS&Fire on their Facebook page seemed like a good idea to me at first. A county partnered with a technical high school in order to train new EMTs to swell the rosters of their county’s services. It’s gotta be a good idea? Right?

Then how about this service in Darien, CT. that is ENTIRELY STAFFED BY TEENAGERS AND HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS? (Dept. Web Site)

Or this service, in Hoboken, NJ that has a student emergency response team that “respond(s) with the school nurse to non-emergency calls”? (additional article)

I have been hearing about such things for a while now and even spoke about it with Tiger Schmittendorf on the March edition of the Firefighter Netcast, however I didn’t give it very much thought until I read the “Last Word” section of JEMS Magazine in what I believe was the March 2010 issue (although I can’t find it anywhere on their web site www.jems.com). It talked about our friends in Darien Connecticut that run Post 53 EMS, a service that is staffed and ran almost entirely by high school students. I was a bit peeved after I read that. Then yesterday when I read the article about the service in Sussex County, I got just plain mad. I don’t agree with this at all. In fact, even though I might have been for it without thinking it through, now I am coming out completely against it.

There, I’ve said it. I am against beginning Emergency Medical Technician training in high school and I am most certainly against persons under the age of 18 staffing ambulances. I also must strongly condemn persons under the age of eighteen responding to emergencies, operating emergency vehicles, or taking responsibility for professional level patient care.

Look at the words there and understand just how much I condemn the actions of the politicians and officials that permit this. You are endangering the public, harming the profession of EMS, and creating a systemic negative impact on patient care throughout the system. You run the chance of increasing patient morbidity and mortality, run the risk of getting teenagers injured and/or killed on an emergency scene, and are exposing youth to situations that they cannot possibly be experienced enough to understand.

I am fully aware that the above paragraph is inflammatory and I am aware that the proponents of these situations are not going to like what I have said, but that doesn’t make it less true. Look for a minute beyond the arguments that you are going to make about the kids themselves, who I am sure are all upstanding young citizens who are surely beyond reproach. Look for a minute even beyond the fact that evaluation of the kids themselves must be taken on “a case by case basis” as I’ve heard before when this issue is argued. T o be certain, there are kids that are capable of functioning to the EMT-Basic level with proper, adult, professional supervision… However, I want to know why there is a perceived need?

The communities that support and offer these plans where students are trained to the EMT level and especially those communities where persons under the age of 18 are active emergency responders generally purport to be offering these plans in order to combat a “shortage” of trained emergency responders. This is where my biggest grievance lies. This “shortage” of which they speak is manufactured. It’s false, and it’s created by the very attitude that causes the local political powers to think that a program that provides a consistent stream of young, inexperienced, naive EMTs who are willing to work just for the “excitement”, “honor”, and “cool factor” that these programs seem to offer is a good idea. Here’s the thing, these communities don’t have a shortage of adult, professional EMTs who are willing to do the job. They have a shortage of adult, professional EMTs who are willing to work for peanuts in a system that has no respect for what they do.

Get it? If you have such little respect for EMS and the EMTs that provide it that you are comfortable letting teenage kids work your trucks, you obviously have such little respect for EMS that you provide horrible pay and working conditions to the point where no self-respecting adult can make a living on the wages and conditions you offer them. There’s no shortage of EMTs willing to provide excellent EMS. There’s a shortage of pay and professional respect that causes them not to be able to survive working the available jobs. Trust me, if these communities paid better and provided better jobs there would be no shortage of EMTs. It’s manufactured by their willingness to just have someone with a pulse and an EMT card on their trucks. It’s manufactured by their thought process that EMS is simply childs’ play and that since “any idiot can do it” they might as well put kids on the trucks. The EMT shortage has always been created by lack of pay, poor working conditions, and an unwillingness of local politicians to provide adequate amounts of these things. Creating high-school EMT programs reinforce this by always providing a stream of fresh meat willing to work for nothing. Young people don’t worry about such things as pay high enough to support a family, nor do they care so much about things like insurance, benefits, or retirement plans. They just want to get out there and go to work. 

I make the argument that putting inexperienced high-schoolers on ambulances increases morbidity and mortality using my experience as an experienced long time paramedic. I offer the full body of research that proves that experienced healthcare providers provide better healthcare than do inexperienced ones. The fact that there’s such little research out there does not diminish the fact that you have no such research that shows safety in what you do. I say that your communities would be better served by adult, professional, well compensated providers. I say that they would save more lives and reduce more suffering than do your high-school kids. It is well known that patients have better outcomes when they trust their healthcare provider and you ask your patients to put their trust in high school students. There are many possible scenarios out there where the patient’s very life and/or death rest upon the skilled interventions provided by an EMT. In these situations, even experienced providers make mistakes. You’re telling me that the incidence of these mistakes will not be unacceptably higher using teenagers?

When your Wife, Son, Husband, Daughter, or friend is lying there, dying on the floor, the roadway, or on the cot, will you feel comfortable with your decision to put a high school student at their side to be in charge of their continued comfortable survival? I make the charge that you will not. Your community members do not need a child coming to them in their hour of highest need. They need a professional, adult provider and your system denies them this.

I support EMS education in high schools. I support explorer programs that give firsthand experience and education to teenagers and younger students. I support CPR and First Aid Training at any age. I will support students coming to the EMS station, cleaning the trucks, taking classes with the crews, learning about EMS, and even staffing first-aid stations and special events under the watchful eye of an experienced adult provider. I do not support students responding in ambulances for the reasons I’ve stated above… but in closing I also offer this:

In one of the articles above, someone stated that these programs prepare students for a career in the emergency medical services. They might. However, by their very existence they prepare students for a career in a low-wage, low respect industry that might as well be provided by teenagers. These programs are a slap in the face to our profession. We will never advance when mindsets like these are allowed to propagate and flourish

Your thoughts?

Huddled Masses. Healthcare. Honor. EMS.

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A conversation that I had with another healthcare provider has me pondering a lot of things. Until now, I’d been pondering these things in a solitary way but I think that I’m going to put these ponderable thoughts up on the blog.

This post gets a little more political than my usual stuff. I don’t post politics up here unless the politics specifically relate to EMS (unless they’d get me in a lot of trouble, for example the best EMS delivery model).

But today, I’m making an exception. I think that some of the things that I’m pondering have to be put out there and I think that if I don’t throw this out to the blogosphere I’m gonna go nuts.

I work in a community that has a large Hispanic population. A good portion of them are probably undocumented immigrants from Mexico. Yes, I said “undocumented” and that can mean Illegal immigrants if you so choose to say that. It’s a fact that small towns in the Midwest have been growing by leaps and bounds with undocumented immigrants looking to find work wherever they can. Some of them have legal members of their family that they live with, some don’t.

There’s a huge debate going on in this country over illegal immigration. It’s bigger than me, it’s bigger than this blog, and it’s bigger than EMS. I’m not going to get into my personal opinion on the topic as much as I would if we were discussing this in a bar over a couple of beers, or a country cafe over coffee if you’re a morning person. I can say this: I’m all for border security. I’m all for people following the law and I believe that illegal immigration is a drain on our resources. Those points are barely arguable. Another thing I believe in are the words to a song that I used to sing when I was with a rather patriotic small-town childrens’ choir. The song went something like this: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe fee. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” There’s a lady that stands in the harbor that has these words inscribed upon her, and they mean something.

I look upon this debate and I see both sides fervently trying to destroy any point-of-view other than their own. The lefties want them here because their hearts bleed for them. The righties think that the lefties want them because they can mold them into a new communist workers’ party. Both of them may be right. I am more of the opinion that America is an experiment. We’re a melting pot of people that have come together over the last two-hundred and some odd years to be stronger in our diversity. I believe that any cultural group entering our melting pot should come here and embrace the American ideals. “Melt” into the pot if you will. This has made us strong over the centuries and has built the country that I love, the one I will stand up for. Europe didn’t do that, they isolated their ethnicities into countries and fought amonst each other for a thousand years. We melted and homogenized into a strong nation full of rugged individuals championing their best ideals. I say that the most successful immigrant groups in the storied history of this nation celebrated their old cultures while melting in to our diverse one.

As far as today’s debate goes, I wonder if that would be the whole rub. Are the new illegal immigrants celebrating their own culture while melting into ours? Or our they placing their old culture on top of the American culture and creating discord within a proud nation? I think that we have always accepted the “Tired and poor huddled massess yearning to breathe free” because of our American Dream. People here have equal opportunity, a guarantee of the equal chance for humans to strive to reach their potential. Everyone has the chance to try and succeed to their own definition of success. “Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness” is a guarantee of the chance to pursue. It is not, however, a guarantee of results. Our experiment is that everyone who has the chance will strive to give it their best shot, and that the people who succeed will pull others up alongside them.

I can’t say what’s right here. I don’t know. I don’t want to offend, but here I am, a paramedic. My job is to help everyone and anyone who needs me. I will do so. I have always done so. I took an oath and I honor my convictions. The hypocratic oath means something to me. Healthcare providers are honor-bound to help everyone as much as they can. I always will.

The conversation that we had was short, but he got his point across. I had brought up that while we have a large hispanic population in our coverage area, we rarely have calls involving those hispanic members of our population. I think that this is a bad thing because obviously these people fall ill and get injured at a rate comparable or even moreso than the other demographic groups in our area. I don’t know why they’re not calling but I can figure that it might be alleviated for the good of our community as a whole if we reach out to this population and let them know how, and when, to access the emergency healthcare system. I don’t believe in race and to me “hispanic” is a cultural label and is not even close to whatever “racial” means, but this is a cultural group that should be calling us and doesn’t. It’s deliniated over cultural lines and therefore is handy to address that way.

The other guy thought that it was stupid, pointless, and maybe even wrong to do this. It was because of the “illegal” thing. As strongly as I feel on that issue, and I do have strong feelings, as a healthcare provider my job is to help everyone. Every human deserves the best care that we can give them, every time. I don’t judge people. He shouldn’t either.

Neither should you.

Thoughts?

Trust… It’s everything

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Dooooo Doooooo! Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep  - Attention AMBULANCE ONE, Ambulance One. Respond Code 3. 1234 Anystreet lane, 1234 Anystreet lane for the (Insert Age and Gender Here) patient found unresponsive, unknown if breathing.

Imagine you heard that dispatch go out just now. Imagine you’re at home, off duty, and just happen to be listening to your dispatch channel. Perhaps you’re a volunteer, perhaps you have a scanner, but picture yourself hearing that and realizing… “Oh My God… That’s So-and-So’s house! A (blank) aged Male/Female? That’s gotta be So-And-So!!”

As an EMS person who lives in your district you know the people who work on the service. Now you’re sure you know the patient too. It’s someone you care deeply about and it sounds like they may be in mortal danger. As someone “in the know” you know what you’re going to do next, right? You’re going to listen intently to whatever traffic happens to come out next on the radio, aren’t you?

“Come on, Come on, Come on!” you think to yourself as you wait the agonizing seconds for the crew to acknowledge the page and go enroute to the scene. “What’s taking them so long!?” you ask yourself. “Ambulance 1 is enroute to 1234 Anystreet Lane” says the crew of Ambulance One over the radio. You don’t think that they sound excited enough. They must not know that this is So-and-So! To them, this is just a routine response for an unresponsive patient. They’re going to do a routine, every day job and perform their routine, every day care. They don’t have any idea that this patient is special to you and they’re going to give this patient the same care they’d give anyone else.

Now, since you’re sitting at home and unable to respond, you’re going to be glued to that radio, right? You’re going to know from the voice on the radio exactly who it is that will be taking care of “So-and-So”. You’re going to either be relieved or horrified by your knowledge of who’s on that responding ambulance. If you have trust in the medic on the truck, you’ll feel slightly better about So-and-So’s chances of survival. If you don’t have trust in the medics, you’ll probably feel a lot worse… right?

It’s always been a sticky ethical situation for a healthcare provider at any level to work on someone they know well and care deeply about. Try it just once, or more realistically for an EMS provider, have the situation thrust upon you, and you’ll see that “Stuff gets real” really quick. We have a vested interest in the care that our loved ones receive and while some of us may know that it isn’t always best that we personally be the one caring for them, we all understandably want them to receive the best care possible.

Trusting a provider to care for your special “So-and-So” is a big deal. I’m sure we all have secret mental lists of our colleagues whom we’d want caring for our loved ones and also our lists of who we wouldn’t. It is a supreme responsibility to be a healthcare provider in charge of the care of any patient and I believe that EMTs and Paramedics hold that responsibility every bit as much as or more so than any other healthcare provider. It is a responsibility that I don’t take lightly and one that I hope my colleagues do not either. We are the first people that our patients and their families want to see walk through their door when the unthinkable happens. When the situation is critical, and skilled, complex, time-sensitive care makes the difference between life and death, we are the ones out there doing just that. A good paramedic must be knowledgeable, highly skilled, and experienced to provide that level of care. Not just that, they must do it every time they get in their truck; because every patient is somebody’s “So-and-So”.

Speaking of “stuff getting real” I have to ask you: What kind of provider are you?

Are you out there every day earning the trust of your peers?

Do you work hard enough, study hard enough, and train hard enough?

Do you do your absolute best for every patient, every time?

When it does happen (and it will) that you are sent to care for a colleague’s “So-and-So”, are you the kind of provider they will trust?

If you think about these questions, you know the answers already. If you can honestly say that you’re good enough, I salute you. If not, well then we have some work to do, don’t we?

Earn it. Study hard. Know your stuff. Do your best. Every patient. Every time.

Any Random Person

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I love Dave Barry, he has been called the most influential humor writer since Mark Twain. If you haven’t read any of his stuff, you really should. In fact, I’ll even provide a link to his web site here: www.davebarry.com. Yes, I’m providing that before what I’m sure will be my well-written, extremely interesting content below. He’s that good.

I put that up there because I am going to use a quote of his that he put into one of his columns; he asks his readers if they are saying to themselves “Hey, I can do this! *Any* random person can do this!” And he counters that they are wrong, because “It takes a very special kind of random person to do this”.

And that’s how I’m tying this into EMS.

I work with a few EMT-Intermediates (I-99 curriculum) and some EMT-IV Techs (WI has a version of a basic that can start IVs with NS and give a few IV meds) that are very sour on the fact that they aren’t paramedics yet. They’re not sour on the fact that they do not yet wish to sit through the required education to become paramedics, but they’re sour that there are skills that they can’t do that they see their ALS counterparts doing. They see us “paragods” performing ALS skills and say, “Hey, I can do that”.

And it may indeed be true. I see these days that they keep pushing skills that were once only the domain of paramedics down to the BLS providers. Heck, that’s what EMS is entirely built upon. In the far beginnings of our profession (and we’re still really in the beginning phases) the skills that Paramedics and EMTs perform were once only the domain of physicians. If you would have asked a physician in the 70′s whether a non-physician could interpret an EKG and give relevant medications and treatment as well as he could, you probably would have gotten a very incredulous answer. EMS is all about proving to the medical profession that treatments once firmly entrenched as only for use in the hospital have a demonstrated benefit to the patient when used quickly at the patient’s side close to the onset of symptoms. EMS personnel were trained for that most probably because it just isn’t cost effective to have doctors sitting around manning ambulances.

However, the question that has come up in my mind is where the bottom of that lowering of educational requirements for advanced skill performance ends. I have seen in my career a paradoxical movement in educational standards for paramedics and EMTs. There are a smattering of disparate and yet somehow complimentary certifications in some states, but while some educational standards have improved, most of them have decreased. While a good argument can be made for EMS levels between the Paramedic and the EMT-Basic, such as the I-99 and the IV tech in WI or the Iowa Intermediate in Iowa in the sense that they allow rural communities to be able to perform some advanced skills without having to shoulder the full breadth of costs and responsibilities associated with full paramedics, they also don’t take into account that a lot of those skills require a whole heck of education to be safely performed in the outlying patient that can be harmed by inexperienced providers.

The debate that I got into with an EMT-IV Tech over breakfast the other morning went something like this. He brought up the fact that EMT-IVTs could administer Narcan to reverse heroin OD’s or other narcotic overdoses. His statement to that was that they ought to be then able to give Morphine for pain control “since we already carry the reversing agent” (in case they give the patient too much or the patient has a reaction). My thoughts are that they should not be able to, because the administration of a narcotic for anything requires a requisite knowledge of the pharmacologic, physiological, and social actions of the drug. And while yes, that could be covered in a module I could assume, why should it be? I brought up that it takes physicians years of experience to be able to tell how to identify drug seekers who want to get a high from the legal, medically prescribed narcotic. Contemporary medical journals in family practice and emergency medicine have written volumes on the topic, and still physicians can be fooled. The extrapyramidal reactions possible with morphine, including respiratory and other Central-Nervous-System (CNS) depressing features of the drug have other treatments and symptoms that can be hard to recognize for an inexperienced provider. An EMT-IVT just doesn’t have the breadth of background knowledge needed in order to judiciously use the drug safely in all cases. The fact that most of the time it would work out fine does not withstand the certain percentage of patients that could and would be harmed. I ended the argument with him by bringing up something that I’ve always remembered from paramedic school. Our lead instructor told us that our drug bag was nothing but “A big bag full of poison” if you didn’t know how to use it.

Remember, every single time any medical care provider performs any treatment of any kind on a patient they’re making the statement that “Right now, I know better than your body does. I know better than your brain, your nervous system, and better than all of your body’s self healing systems do what you need to keep living and get better”. Any time you put on a bandage, you’re telling that patient that you know better than their body does that they need to stop bleeding. Every time a paramedic or other provider uses an airway management technique they’re saying that they know how to breathe better for the patient than the patient’s own body does. Every time you give a medication to a patient you’re telling them that you know how best to control their body’s systems. Think about it. Every treatment, every time. It is a HUGE deal to be able to do this stuff, and you dang well better know your stuff.

Physicians are rooted in the quest for knowledge. Their reputation as learned individuals goes back to prehistory in one form or another. They’ve earned their vaulted place in society due to their quest for knowledge and reason and their caring for others above all else. EMS people came from physicians. I can think of no other medical profession that has a downward pressure on their educational standards. I’m saying that, because I think that EMS does. We have elements in our own ranks, and external forces that are continuously working to make us into skills monkeys that can be paid very little and know very little.

This is a big statement: Not everyone can be a good paramedic or EMT. It takes a certain intellect, sound ethical reasoning skills, and a level of professionalism that not everyone can attain.

This is another big statement: There are groups in our society that want to make it so that any random idiot can become a basically qualified one. This keeps us all down and lowers the quality of patient care… a lot.

Yet another: Us good EMS people should be really ticked off that educational standards are so dang low these days. Fight for excellence. Respect ourselves.

If you and or your service want to be able to perform advanced skills, earn the requisite knowledge through your studies and earn the level that it takes to do them. Enough is enough. I don’t believe that we should lower any more educational standards. No other group would do this, not the nurses, not the PA’s, and certainly not the physicians. Why should we? Yes, I understand that with the advent of Urban Fire Based EMS the IAFF and IAFC want to put more paramedics on the streets to increase their influence and their revenues, and that in order to do this they need to match the intellectual skills of medics with the intellectual skills needed to be a good grunt firefighter, but EMS is a MEDICAL profession built from the quest for knowledge. It should not be relegated to the technical performance of skills if X equals Y.

Heck, I think that the current level of Paramedic should be the basic level, and that Paramedics should be as independent as Physician Assistants. In fact, I’d like to see that in the future.

3am with Ckemtp – (See Gus? I can do that too)

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(The title? My friend Gus writes the blog http://3amwithgus.blogspot.com – Occasionally I throw him a shoutout)

I don’t generally do this much anymore, but this is kind of a personal blog post.

It’s 19 degrees outside and the clock is nearing Midnight here in Illinois. About 20 minutes ago I was snuggled up with my beautiful wife in bed trying to get some sleep before I have to get up at 3am to drive to Milwaukee to catch a flight at 6am. Tomorrow brings something that I’ve been looking forward to for what seems like forever, but really has only been a month or two. Tomorrow I’m heading to Baltimore, MD to attend the JEMS conference, EMS Today 2010.

This is going to be my first big, national conference. Really, I’ve never had the incentive to go before. I’ve always wanted to, but they have always seemed to be too much of an expense and have always seemed far away from what I’ve been doing in the field. Tomorrow I get to see for myself just what the hubbub is about.

But that all seems pretty far away right now as I sit here in my fire station covering the ambulance. 25min ago (now) I was snuggled up all comfy like just in the twilight stage of my sleepy-time cycle when Mama Juggs, the night dispatcher tonight set off the vile tones a few times and sent all of the on-duty paramedics out to the various hospitals, leaving the district uncovered. She toned out for any available paramedic to come in to cover and…

Yes, the above was a horrible way to end a paragraph, (and Greg Friese recently told me I use the elipse (the “…”) too much) but I have to make this statement. Both my wife and I are firefighters and EMS people on the same volunteer/POP/POC/Takes-up-all-of-your-free-time department. We’re both dedicated as the next guy too, and she’s in paramedic school right now. So when the tones went out, I got “the elbow”. No, I didn’t go on the other calls but we had an ambulance crew at all 3 stations with an engine crew on-duty backing them up. There wasn’t a need for me to head in for the EMS calls, until they took all the medics off of the street handling them. They needed a medic to come in for the next call, and I have a Gina at home elbowing me in the ribs to head out into the 19 degree weather to go cover the district. Yes it’s now Midnight, and yes I have to be up at 3am to catch my flight.

I’ve spoken before about the responsibility I feel when I’m the only paramedic available to cover the emergency medical needs of a jurisdiction. Right now, there’s 30k people (roughly) whom for if they have an emergency medical need, I’m now the first person they want to see. If that happens (and now, one of the trucks is returning so the chances are lessening) I better be on my game when I get there.

Anyways, I’m sitting next to Mama Juggs (The Dispatcher, remember?) blogging away, and I should probably be a good conversationalist and talk to her because I haven’t gotten much of a chance to chat with her lately. So, in parting, if you are at EMS Today, come up and say Howdy! to me. If you’re not, be sure to follow me on Twitter and Facebook (the links are over there on the Right. I accept all friend requests that seem like fans.) and I’ll be sure to try and give you a first-hand look at what it’s like at a Big National Conference.

Oh, and the Biggest meetup of EMS and Fire Bloggers is happening Friday night at a pizzeria. BE THERE. If you need info, tweet me and I’ll getcha there. (Connections? I has them)

G’night all.

Guest Post – From JDmedic on Two Cases, One Letter

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This is a guest post coming to you from a Mr. John Fekety (JdMedic) who took the time to leave a thoughtful comment on the recent post I wrote “Two Cases, One Letter… From One Paramedic’s Struggles, Change Can Come”. He doesn’t have a website for me to link to, but his resume is pretty impressive. I gave him the opportunity to flesh out the thoughts he wrote in the original comment, and I’m turning the post over to him. Good Stuff.

As promised, I’ll put a plug in for his friend’s Safety Training Business: Http://www.Source4Safety.com – Safety & Health Solutions, LLC

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Many good comments were made regarding the anonymous letter published here last week. Here are my two cents on the things raised in the letter by Ckemtp and others. First, I confess that I also routinely rant about other healthcare providers not understanding our profession, what we are capable of and what we required to do at times. However, the point of the matter is it is not in their job descriptions to educate themselves about us. We must become much more proactive in educating professionals and the public about whom and what we are. Granted, in a situation like described with the cancer patient with heated emotions, educating someone is not easy – if indeed possible. However, we need to begin to relate one-on-one during down times and talk about what we do and the things we come up against. Will it solve all of the problems? Obviously not, but it may crack open a door for dialogue in the future that can help defuse a tense situation.

Secondly, as both the letter writer and I have learned you have to pick your battles. Would it have done any good to bring up the MRSA issue with the sending hospital? Probably not. They could have simply said, “We told them.” Or more abrasively, “Are you questioning our professional ability to give a simple transfer report?” I think the suggestion of Dave Konig represents the best of both worlds. You let it slide with the sending facility and keep your relations there happy. However, you protect the patients in the other facility and maintain your professionalism by giving the receiving facility a heads up. Before the patient reaches the room you may say something like, “While I was checking the patient’s history during the transport I discovered a history of MRSA and I wanted to make sure you knew.” Everyone wins. Another part of this lesson is the patient does not leave your litter until you are comfortable with releasing the patient (more on this below), or you have no other choice.

Thirdly, we have to educate ourselves about the programs and people we deal with. In that regard, Dave makes a good point about hospice programs as well. Many hospice contracts require a patient to agree not to go to the ED in exchange for the hospice services, including in-patient care when appropriate. Under those circumstances, a patient who goes to the ED is dropped from the program and becomes responsible for all medical bills. Given the cost of just medications, conditions like this alone could drive a patient and family members over the edge. Whether that was the case with the patient in this instance is unknown. One service that I worked for had the director of a hospice service come out to a meeting and give us a presentation (did someone say education?). She explained the various services of hospice, why they may need a patient transported, and what we could do – within our scope of practice – to make things go as easy for the patient and family. It’s about communication folks.

Fourth, like others here I have been in the situation where I needed to be a patient advocate. I was doing an interfacility transport of a trauma patient who still rated pain at 9 out of 10 after meds. I asked the nurse about additional meds and she said the patient had already received everything he/she could recieve. I could have taken a chance, loaded the patient and called for pain management en route but I chose a more direct approach. I tracked down one of the ED docs and asked him to check on the patient with me since I did not feel comfortable accepting the patient in her current condition. (I learned that once the patient is on your litter nobody is willing to help since the person is now your “problem”.) When he saw the girl, he readily agreed she required more meds and not only ordered more immediately but gave me orders for addtional meds en route if needed. No arguments with the nurse, no bad feelings and the patient got what she needed. However, there are those times when feelings be damned and you have to take a stand for your patient.

An example of that situation was when I did an interfacility transport of a patient going for a cardiac cath and other procedures. The patient, in addition to having flunked his recent stress test, had a hisory of a previous MI. When we arrived at the receiving facility nobody knew where he was supposed to go because there was a question about which of two procedures were to be done first. We were finally sent to one location only to find it empty. We were redirected to another location to put the patient in a room until things were sorted out. We got to a hospital room with no monitor and an aid told us to put the patient in the bed. I asked about the monitor, she said there was none, and since he was not going to be there, long he did not need it. I explained that he came from a monitored bed, he required a monitor in the ambulance and he was not leaving my litter until he could be placed on a monitor. She huffed out of the room and came back with a nurse who restated that a monitor was not available and not needed. When I once again explained that the patient was not leaving my litter until a monitor was found. She left in a huff saying she was going to get a nursing supervisor to “… straighten you out.” I thanked her since getting a supervisor was better than us waging war. She came back without a supervisor, but with a monitor and told me the supervisor said I was to leave. With the patient in the bed and on the monitor, I thanked her for getting it and asked her to sign that she received the patient. Not unexpectedly, she refused. However, the patient’s wife who witnessed me ensuring that her husband received the proper care was more than willing to witness my note that the nurse refused to sign.

If we and the rest of the medical community (and/or the public safety community) want to use polite words, EMS is the redheaded stepchild.(Ckemtp here: “ouch”) In not so nice terms, we are the bastards. Either way, we are the new kids on the block and we still have to prove ourselves everyday. It has not been easy nor will it likely get any easier for quite a while, but there are ways we can stop shooting oursevles in the feet. When we hit the street if we keep the following in mind, maybe we can begin to level the playing field.

1. Look professional: If you wear a hat – one that is appropriate – wear it correctly, not to the side or backwards. How you chose to dress/look on your own time is your business. If your dress impacts me and my profession it becomes my business. Although I slack at polishing my boots, my uniforms are always clean and neat (at least at the start of the shift – stuff happens). Take a couple of seconds to tuck shirts in.

 2. Act professional: Everyone likes a joke. And, God knows many times with what we see we need humor to get through. However, remember what your parents said about a time and a place for everything. The parking area outside the ED is not the place to have a water fight with syringes. Nor is it appropriate to run up and bang on in-coming units.

3. Talk professionally: You do not need to be a walking dictionary or memorize Grey’s Anatomy. For the most part just dropping the slang and cursing would go a long way. “Thank you.” You’re welcome” Have a nice day.” would not hurt either. And out of respect for Thom Dick, let’s get rid of “No problem.” as a response to a thank you.

4. Respect your patients: If you call your patient, any one of the degrading words used in EMS to refer to, especially nursing home, patients (such as cheese or GOMER), go get a job for FedEx or UPS and deliver packages. You will make more money, not have to put up with mouthy nurses or winey patients. These are people we are supposed to be caring for. Many times, there may be nothing we can do except listen or hold a hand – and many times that is enough.

A final thought comes from a quote supposedly said by Mark Twain. “It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.” Whenever it may be possible for you to be an example of an EMS professonal, act like one rather than acting as our detractors characterize us and provding their proof.

There are many things all of us can point to and complain about EMS and the systems, institutions and people we work with. I have worked in other professions and with all of the problems EMS has, I would not want to work anywhere else, as it sounds like so many other people feel.

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Great Post, JDmedic. (Yes, this guy has more education than I ever want to sit through). He’s a lawyer-turned-paramedic and that just brings a smile to my face, I have to tell ya’.

Comments are, as always, very much welcome.

(Would YOU care to guest post? Shoot me an e-mail at ProEMS1@yahoo.com – Or Tweet me @ckemtp)

Two Cases, One letter – From one Paramedic’s struggles, change can come

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A letter I received from a reader recently has gotten me just as mad as he is, even more so maybe. This letter came in from someone who identifies himself as a paramedic but asks that I protect his identity and location completely. I will do so, only identifying that the letter comes from someone who works out west, somewhere between the Mississippi and Montana but not east as Maine or as far south as Amarillo.

So He comes from somewhere in the US, not the east coast, and not Hawaii. He’s a paramedic and he’s male. That’s all I’ll say. I’m going to work the things he wrote me in his letter with my thoughts and feelings on what he wrote and the situation he wrote about. I’ll rewrite the letter keeping the point of it intact. I’m fairly sure that you’ll be just as angered as I. (Note – This is LONG but it’s good. It will probably tick you off too, enjoy)

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The Perfect Emergency? Well, almost

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So a while ago, I went to an emergency medical call that was about as perfect as an EMS call could be.

Picture this if you will. Our ambulance was in service. The system was at normal operating levels which are well funded and are adequate for our response loads 90% of the time. I had thoroughly checked and cleaned my ambulance and the equipment inside of it at the beginning of my shift and I had even gotten a chance to have a cup of coffee or two before the call came in. When the call did come out over the radio, it was merely a short walk to the ambulance for my paramedic partner and I. We climbed into our dual paramedic staffed, well maintained, state-of-the-art ambulance, and rolled out to the scene of the emergency which was about 8 blocks away through light traffic. We arrived within 4 minutes of the 911 call and were informed by our dispatcher that the residence was equipped with a “Knox Box” entry system so we could quickly gain entry. We retrieved the key from our ambulance, were able to open the Knox Box, and easily entered the residence using the key inside of it. While entering, we noticed that the resident had a “Vial of Life” sticker on the front door, which signified that the patient was most probably participating in our “Vial of Life” program, meaning that the patient had all of their medical information written down properly on one of our stock forms. In fact, we found the “Vial of Life” right in the refrigerator door, where it was supposed to be.  The patient, an elderly person, had used a (Non brand-name specific) home emergency call button to summon assistance, which we also had recommended to him/her during the public outreach that convinced her to have everything else in place for our arrival.

In short, this patient had done almost everything right. He/She had paid taxes throughout his/her long time living in the district and had supported us in order to allow us to have quality, state-of-the-art equipment. He/She had supported us so that we could get good training as well. He/She had listened to us when we suggested that He/She wear an emergency call button as he/she got up there in years, had written down his/her medical information in the “Vial of Life”, had put the Vial of Life in the correct place, and had even installed a Knox Box on the home so we could gain access quickly.

So what wasn’t right with this call? The patient had been experiencing symptoms consistent with a stroke. In fact, it was an easy diagnosis from across the room type of stroke. The patient had noticed that he/she was possibly having stroke-like symptoms and had decided that it would be best to get cleaned up, get dressed, clean up the house a little, and call a neighbor over to see if he would take him/her to the doctor’s office before the neighbor convinced the patient to press the button and call us out to help. By that time… well let’s hope the doctors can work some magic.

With all of the bloggers, paramedics, EMTs, and everyone else out there harping about “BS” 911 ambulance calls, one would find it easy to overlook cases like the one above. I for one will come right out and say that I will gladly run 100 nonsense EMS calls rather than miss just one of the above… I don’t want someone to die or suffer further morbidity simply because they were too scared, or polite, or timid to call an ambulance.

I don’t know how to fix the problem, I’d just like to remind you all out there that our job is indeed to take care of people when they’re scared, when they’re sick, and when they’re just plain-ol’ stupid. We’re healthcare providers and it’s our duty. No exceptions.

Remember that.

Splashed Sadness – A look at negative emotions in EMS

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WARNING TO NON-EMS PEOPLE: This post is pretty emotional. If you’re not emotionally equipped to handle really sad descriptions of EMS calls, don’t read it.

Here’s a revelation: EMS People are better suited to handling sadness than are laypeople. Of course we are. Not because we are necessarily any emotionally stronger than anyone else but because we have experience in dealing with it. As anyone could see, a good number of the situations we respond to and either assist with or observe are really sad. In my decade or so of riding the ambulances I have come across more situations than I could possibly remember that I wouldn’t want to casually discuss outside of the industry for fear of really making laypeople very uncomfortable. A story that might turn into a running joke among your colleagues might just depress a layperson for weeks.

Like all medics, I have my coping mechanisms and some of them are healthier than the others, they include sarcasm, dark humor, clean humor, Tanqueray martinis dirty and dry up with three olives, blogging, fishing, picking on my soon-to-be wife (9 days till the nuptials as of today!), playing with my boy, fishing, MGD, cigars, and sarcasm. There are a few other things in there too, I’m a rich tapestry.

This blog gets read by mostly EMS people, but there are public people out there that read me too. For both of your benefit, I’m going to relate some stories here of calls that I’ve personally attended to over the years:

  • A 16yo male takes his 24yo soon-to-be brother in law out into the city for the 24yo’s bachelor party. On the way home, they’re both just obliterated after drinking all night. The 16yo boy is driving home and is going way too fast to notice the semi hauling gravel that pulls into the right hand lane of the 4-lane road they’re driving on. The kid notices it at the last second, swerving just in time to impact the passenger side of the car against the back of the semi trailer. The impact shears off the left side of the 24yo’s skull, popping out the left side of his brain and leaving it, mostly intact, in between the front seats of the car (I almost put my knee into it). The 24yo dies a not-so-immediate death (I don’t want to get into it. Hopefully it was mostly painless). I pronounced the 24yo dead and took care of this very intoxicated 16yo. He was barely able to comprehend the terror of the situation and was covered in blood and brains that formerly belonged to the man his sister was going to marry. He was unhurt but I ran him into the hospital anyway. How could I leave him there immersed in the terror of that scene, in the terror of what he was more or less responsible for?

     

  • A 19yo male comes home from the military and his friends throw him a house party. During the party the 19yo takes his 18yo male friend down to the basement of the house to show the friend a new pistol that the 19yo brought home with him. The friend takes the gun to look at it and playfully twirls it around his finger ‘Old West’ style in an attempt to be cool. When he does, the gun fires, shooting the friend from the chin through the top of the skull. When I got to him, he was still breathing and had a strong pulse however it was mostly his brain stem that was controlling the reflex. Most of his brain was splattered on the basement floor. We worked him, transported him to the trauma center, and I believe that they were able to harvest his organs.

     

  • A man and his wife of upwards of twenty years are just bumming around the house on a nondescript weekday. It’s about lunch time and they’re going to eat at home before they go to the wife’s doctor appointment. The wife gets up to make sandwiches, gets to the counter, and slumps to the floor. She never woke up. We worked her very hard, but her heart had just decided that it had reached its allotted number of lifetime beats.

The above short summaries of calls that I’ve been to are sad. There’s no joke that can make them not sad. If you read this, there are two reactions I expect from you here:

  • For non-medical people: You’ve related these stories to yourself. You may be crying. You’ll think about them and your heart will go out to the unfortunate people involved. You’re sad.

     

  • For EMS People: Don’t these sound like good calls? They were. Yep, they were sad and I felt very bad for the people that were involved. Good calls though. What’s for lunch?

I think I remember what I did after the above three calls. I think that it was profound although my memory is pretty foggy after all these years. After the first one, I cleaned up the truck and actually got to sleep the rest of the night. After the second I cleared and went to a few more calls and then had lunch. After the third I um, had lunch because it was lunch time.

EMS people can probably know what I’m talking about here. I call it “The Howl”. It’s the sound that a family member makes after you’ve transported their close loved one to the hospital where the patient is pronounced dead by the ER Doc before the family gets there. So there you are, cleaning your equipment while the ER staff makes the sad announcement to the family. Here comes The Howl of anguish that the family member makes when they hear the news. I’ve heard it time after time in hospital after hospital. It’s loud. It’s haunting. It haunts my dreams some nights. I say that The Howl is an example of direct sadness. Direct Sadness is the pain/sorrow/anguish/horror that a person feels when they are a primary person in the situation. In my position of hearing The Howl after working the patient and unsuccessfully trying to save their life I experience Indirect Sadness. For the coworkers that I tell the story to and the readers of this blog, “Splashed Sadness” is the term I use. I think that “Splashes Sadness” is what a person experiences when hearing a terribly sad story like that.

In this business, Splashed Sadness is everywhere. It is one of the hallmarks of professional EMS. Think about it like this, I will always remember a conversation that happened between a group of coworkers and me one nondescript morning some time ago. They told the story of a college age male that overdosed on illegal drugs, stopped breathing, and was resuscitated from asystole (flat-line) by the paramedic that was telling the story. He mentioned that the fiancé of the patient was in the ER with the most-probably brain-dead patient and was holding the patient’s hand and telling anyone that happened by that they were supposed to get married that weekend. He said that she just kept repeating “We’re getting married this weekend” over and over again.

The sadness contained in that story splashed on to me and I’ve remembered it to this day. It will probably be there tomorrow too…

I responded by asking if they recommended that she cancel the caterer. Then there were fart jokes and wrestling (It was an all male crew that day). That’s how I dealt with the splashed sadness. I try not to get any of it on me and I try to psychologically squeegee any of it that I do get on me off as quickly as possible by interjecting humor and sarcasm into the situation. Extreme humor to deal with extreme sadness.

EMS people gain experience in dealing with negative emotions and sadness through all of these routes, direct, indirect, and splashed. While I have dealt with Direct sadness in cases of the deaths of close loved ones including my father, I don’t want to deal with any more. I get indirect sadness a lot of the days that I show up for work, and splashed sadness happens every dang time I talk to a coworker or discuss a bad call with a peer. I’m splashing sadness on you all right now as you read the above stories. If you’re an EMS person, you can deal with the splashing. If you’re a layperson, I’m very sorry for doing that to you but I did warn you before you started reading. My theory is that the more experience you
get with sadness, the better equipped you are to deal with it.

Or you go nuts.

Or you go nuts and start blogging and drinking martinis like I did.

Maybe I’ll get credit in a psychology journal for coining “Splashed Sadness” in EMS.

 

The Chronicles of EMS – Day 3?? Who knows, I’m flying

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My goodness I’ve got to get into this room! That was a long set we’ve just had. Oh yea, Mark’s in the building so I had better check the lock on the door. It’s locked… good. I shouldn’t have had so much coffee in preparation for the talk I just had. Was I nervous? A bit maybe… I feel silly about it though. After all, I was really just shooting the “breeze” with some people who have become good friends of mine over the last year or so and I honestly feel pretty comfortable being in front of the community that’s popped up around the Chronicles of EMS.  

Yes I was talking about what the Frumpydumple crowd calls the “water closet” and I had just gotten done filming Episode #1 of “Chronicles of EMS – A Seat at the Table” with an amazing panel of guests. I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed being here in San Francisco to watch this all take place, I can’t really put into words how much I have enjoyed meeting the people I’ve gotten to meet, and I just wouldn’t do the feeling of inspiration I’ve gotten any justice if I were to put it into static black and white words on this page. For you to know how I feel about this I’ll just have to use an analogy.

Picture that you’ve been laboring in a tunnel for years, digging as fast as you could every day you were down there. You’re passionate about your digging but you don’t really know if you’re ever going to get anywhere before you run out of steam. You dig and dig and dig… Then one day you feel like you can’t dig any more… not even one more shovel full of dirt… You’re tired, cold, hungry, and cranky and it feels like eons since you’ve seen the sun… Finding Herculean strength you tell yourself that this shovel full of dirt may be the one that finally counts, so you dig the shovel into the dirt and…

Break through into an underground lake that fills the tunnel with water and sweeps you away.

And just when you find you’re about to drown you start a blog and find out that there’s people out there that will throw you a lifeline. You reach out to them and find yourself at a television premier in San Francisco having the time of your life.

So um, yea. That’s how it is. See why I said that I couldn’t do it any justice?

I was here to watch the show and I’m still here writing this from my hotel room. I have to say this: We all knew that Mark and Justin were caring, competent paramedics who are fantastic at what they do. It wasn’t really a shock to me to see them portrayed in the video as just that. No camera could hide how much they care about this stuff and it wouldn’t be possible to hide how committed to the cause of furthering emergency medical care around the world as they are. I know them, they’re really, truly good people and I’ll vouch for them. What impressed me, nay, amazed me the most was the quality of the camera work and the production of the film. I was quite literally blown away by the superb quality of the production. Hats off to Chris Eldridge and Ted Setla… You guys honestly blew right past my preconceptions and delivered a product that was way beyond my expectations. I mean, I knew that it was going to be good… I just did not expect the quality to be so high. I had high expectations and you blew past them. That’s solid work guys. I know that there were many behind the scenes that I don’t know all of the names of to thank properly, but rest assured that I am thoroughly impressed by the class act that you have developed here.

So what I am saying is: Thank you. Thank you for the work you have done to further our profession and emergency medical care around the world. I am happy and downright honored to have played a small part in it and I cannot wait to see the heights that you all reach with this endeavor.

You guys rock.

So tonight, I am frankly having way too much fun here with my wife over Valentine’s day hanging out with the Chronicles Crowd to spend any more time on this computer. I’ve met a ton of great people, all of which I will dish about (Mwa Ha Ha ha!) in a later post. But tonight is about fun, and off I go.

Here’s some suggested reading:

Http://www.setlafilms.com – Ted Setla’s Production Company

Http://www.LevelZeroMovie.com – The Level Zero Movie (I have a signed copy!!)

Http://www.ChroniclesOfEMS.com – The page for #CoEMS

MsParamedic’s article on #CoEMS – Great Meeting you!

EMS1.com ‘s article on #CoEMS

David Konig’s article on #CoEMS

FireGeezer’s Article on #CoEMS – Really? Johnny and Roy?? Well, maybe…

Fire Daily’s article on #CoEMS – Bromance indeed

 

And Just to Enhance the Social Media Experience – I put out a tweet looking for posts that referenced the meetup this weekend. Here are the ones I’ve gotten so far:

- From @FirstDueMedic - http://gatesofintegrity.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-we-ready.html

- From @ssgjbroyles - http://1union801.blogspot.com/2010/02/chronicles-of-ems.html

Equipment Review: Scary Post Ahead

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This was one of my first posts. Since I’m attending an EMS conference, I figured it deserved a bump-up too. Good Luck!

Some of you have been telling me: “Chris, you’re a good paramedic. You should be providing tips and tricks for EMS people so that they can use your hard-won wisdom to improve their patient care. Don’t spend your time ranting about things that bother you in the back of the truck and keep making feeble attempts to make people laugh. Write a serious article, darn it!!”

Actually, I’m really the only one that’s been telling me that, since this blog is only read by like, six people including my mother, fiancé, and my cat… but nonetheless I am going to attempt a serious piece regarding actual patient care issues. As such, I have identified piece of equipment that is carried on my ambulance and is most probably carried on every ambulance in the country. This particular piece of patient care equipment is rarely used, yet critical for patient care when needed. When this piece of equipment is called for, the patient needs it and needs it NOW. Yet, I’m sure that even the most experienced EMTs and Paramedics are struck with horror at the mere thought of its use.

I’m talking here about: The bedpan.

Yes, in my storied career I have been called upon to use a bedpan more often than I would have liked to. The situation is almost always the same, the patient is otherwise stable but the pressures of the bumpy ride on the human bowels are just too much for him or her during the prolonged transport time. Usually in complicated cases like these I prefer to bring along a nurse, since they are eminently more qualified to perform in these critical patient care scenarios. However, as is often the case in EMS, we are called upon to take care of any patient presentation in any patient population and must perform professionally in all situations. I have researched the use of this piece of patient equipment in numerous trade publications and critical care guides and have been struck with the lack of educational materials available for this critical patient care skill.

So, as any EMS writer would do when setting out to write a patient care article, I hit the streets to query other paramedics and EMTs on their secrets for the proper use of the bedpan. I began with the coworkers I have at my two ambulance jobs, one a private, not-for-profit city 911/Specialty Care Transport service and the other a Fire Department based service. Both of them work around 3000 calls per year and run at the ALS level. Here is a sampling of the responses I received:

Question: By a show of hands, how many of you have used a bedpan in the back of an ambulance??

Answer: I raised my hand.

Some of the people there wanted me to clarify the question, they wanted to know if I meant had THEY themselves personally used a bedpan in the back of an ambulance? One guy admitted to using a urinal in the back while transporting a patient. When badgered by the other providers, he clarified by saying that it “was a pretty long trip”. I offered that there have been some situations in my career where I have put the bedpan under a patient who absolutely HAD to go poopie during a trip to the hospital. However, and I just realized that this is the most blessed thing to ever happen to me ever, not one of them has ever been able to “go” with me hovering over them.

Of course, in EMS, I have been covered with every imaginable bodily fluid, including the unholy trinity of urine, vomit, and feces ALL AT THE SAME TIME. And I have plans to erect a statue to the person who came up with the idea of prehospital people administering Zofran (an anti-throw up medication). The other day I spent a few minutes starting a saline lock IV on a lady in her bed inside her apartment just so that I could give her that blessed medication. My fairly new EMT partner wanted to know why I did that, when I usually wait until we’re back in the truck. I let him know that I had been on the foot end of the stair chair going down the stairs before the golden-age of zofran had arrived.

Yes, us “experienced” EMS providers (read: old people who never got real jobs) will tell you that when you can’t let go of the end of the stair chair without letting your patient plummet down a full flight of stairs and the patient chooses THAT EXACT MOMENT to decide that they just *have* to throw up. You well, you just have to close your eyes, close your mouth, lower your face to cover your nostrils, and take it like a true professional. Been there, done that, cleaned the chicken and rice out of my ears with a q-tip. It’s moments like that when you reevaluate your commitment to the profession, and realize that it must be something other than the *interesting* amount of money that they pay you that keeps you coming to work every day. For me, it’s the amount of time that I get to spend typing up articles about bedpans and vomit in my ears… at least it is right now. Has anyone else ever thought that they had been ruined by EMS? I mean, I don’t think that I could ever do an office job. Years of EMS work has left me with the remarkable ability to begin to focus on something like a laser beam for 90minutes tops, then… Hey look!! A Bunny!!

Oh yea, bedpans. So you slide them under the patient and um… Pray that they’re positioned correctly. Wear correct BSI including a pair of gloves, a mask, goggles, and Vick’s Vapo-Rub under your nostrils. Of course, for us old timers, this is required even when you’re making your partner use the bedpan in the back while you drive (heh) Ever So Carefully to your destination. Tell your partner that they need the experience, tell them how professional they are being and tell them that they’re showing true compassion to the patient. Then go out and buy them an ice cream cone filled with Rocky Road. With any luck, you’ll get to eat that too when they suddenly become less than hungry.

In all seriousness, everyone poops. Never let your patient suffer when you can alleviate their suffering with a simple slide of the bedpan under their derriere. Of course, make sure that they REALLY have to go to lessen your risk of contaminating yourself with some really funky pathogens, and also to avoid ticking off the nurses’ lobby by taking their jobs.

Until next time…

 

Cat Puke Chicken

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Note: This is a repost. I’ve been a busy blogger and this post deserved a bump-up. Also, the “Fiance” in this post is now my lovely wife. Enjoy.

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The other day I got off shift at 8am and had to be to work at my other full-time job at 10am. Since both of the jobs that I work at are about a half hour from my house in opposite directions it worked out that I had about a half hour to go home, perform the personal hygiene ritual, change uniforms, and get on my way to work again. So I did that, got home, fed the cat, and got all prettied up as quickly as I could. Then, without warning, on my way out of the house I noticed it: A pile of cat puke on my rug.

Yes, I like cats. I have one. She’s a keeper, regardless of her regurgitation issues. I think that I’m more of a man because I love my fluffy-wuffy lil’ Kitty-Witty. So cat puke on my rug isn’t the horror of horrors to me that it might be to some people. In EMS, we tend to get puked on by humans more often than does the regular population and that fact may have further desensitized me to the violent act of emesis perpetrated on my rug by my mostly cute little kitty. However, I do like a clean house and the cat puke on my rug is an issue that normally warrants immediate action.

But of course, that’s not what happened. And for those of you in a spousal relationship with another human being you know exactly what I did. You guessed it, I left the cat puke on my carpet and went to work. For those of you who are not in a spousal relationship with another human you may not understand the thought process here. Yes, as I looked down at the cat puke on my otherwise (mostly) spotless rug the thought that it must be immediately cleaned up did in fact occur to me; but the other thought that occurred to me was: “I can leave and go to work and when I get home, my lovely fiancé will have cleaned this up for me. She’ll think that the cat puked on the rug *after* I went to work and I’ll get off scot free!”

And so that’s what I did. Yes, I *could* have taken the five or so minutes it would have taken to clean up the cat puke… but in my defense I’m a model employee and I need those extra five minutes of early arrival time at work to drink coffee and to tell everyone what a model employee I am. So if I would have cleaned it up I would have taken the risk of not being such a model employee. So you see, leaving the cat puke for my lovely, beautiful, and remarkably intelligent fiancé (who will probably read this, btw) to clean up was not something that I did because I’m lazy. It was something I did so I could continue to bring home the bacon for my family in the most productive manor possible.

That’s what I thought anyway, until I came home late that night after a hard day’s 10 hour shift off of a hard fought 24 hour shift spent saving lives and alleviating the suffering of the sick and injured and stepped in the same pile of cat puke on my carpet that I had courageously not cleaned up the morning before. True, she had put in a paltry 12 hour shift at the fire department practicing for the recliner racing 500 and had fed, bathed, and put our son to bed; but that didn’t stop my obviously well-earned righteous indignation to the pile of cat puke permeating my pile covered floor. She had decided (although she swears that she did not in fact see the pile of puke) that I should be the one to clean up the cat puke using some amount of flimsy logic that I have yet to understand.

So, to tie the above 646 words back into the title of the piece, “Cat Puke Chicken” is not the new special at your local Chinese Restaurant. It is the battle of wills that solidified between my fiancé and I as soon as my sock made contact with partially digested Kitty Kibble. We both subconsciously agreed to ignore the cat puke for as long as we could stand it in order to have the other person clean it up first. (See also: “Laundry Chicken”, “Last Sip of Milk in the Carton Chicken”, and “Couples’ Counseling”). This occurs a lot, unfortunately, in most relationships between other perfectly rational human beings. We know that we don’t like having cat puke on our carpeting; we obviously know that the cat puke should be cleaned up at the first available opportunity; and we also have continued doing the other things that we normally do to keep our houses from turning into slovenly hovels. In fact, while this has been going on I have cleaned numerous dishes, laundered, dried, and folded at least four loads of laundry, and have started (but not finished) three household improvement projects. I’m at least as good as a housekeeper as the next guy (Read: Not a good housekeeper) and I do indeed do my best to keep my family and myself from living in squalor.

So why, as two perfectly rational adults who um, chose to work in EMS, are we locked into this powerful battle of powerful wills? In a word: “politics”. Not the kind of politics that provide the revenue stream for the myriad of cable news networks, but the politics of household supremacy that truly affect our day to day lives. This isn’t Senator So-and-So bloviating about the fact that pork in the stimulus bill is in fact, not pork… it’s me and the woman that I love and want to spend the rest of my life with deciding who shall be the designated Cat-Puke-Cleaner-Upper!! Pulse pounding stuff here.

And as with everything else, this got me thinking about politics in EMS.

Say you’re in a service way far away from anywhere where I work and you have a small volunteer squad that covers the areas that your service is not jurisdictionally bound to cover. Sure, your service would be glad to come if they called you, but somewhere back in history when the powers that be drew the political boundaries they decided that your service was not responsible to respond to the pleas for help that come from that particular geographic area. Suppose that your service just happens to be a small ALS service with two paramedic ambulances and a BLS ambulance on duty 24/7 and the other service was a BLS squad with volunteers coming from home and/or work. These volunteers are dedicated, caring individuals that want to do the best that they can for their friends and neighbors but work in a system where when a call for service comes out it takes about 20 to 25 minutes for the system to get an ambulance to the patient’s side. Say also that the service that you work for has your three ambulances and paramedics about 6 miles from their patients staffed and on duty but you can’t respond because the political system is such that you would be in trouble if you did so.

You may also relate to having that coworker in your EMS or Fire service that just isn’t up to par. They may be a basically qualified EMS provider through the state licensing body, but you still would cringe at the thought of that person responding to take care of anyone in your group of family or friends. They’re a provider that just doesn’t get it. Their care is substandard, their attitude is poor, and you can’t help but feel that the patients being “cared” for by this individual or crew aren’t getting the best medical care possible from your service. You’d want to say something, and normally would, but you’d become an outcast in your agency and would be looked down upon for blowing the whistle. Besides, even if you did the service is short handed and your management wouldn’t fix the problem anyhow because they need to staff the trucks.

Or maybe you can see that EMS in general is underfunded, underappreciated, and undereducated and you can’t shake the feeling that something has to be done to improve patient care industry-wide. You feel powerless to do so, but you’re angered every time you see a representation of bumbling ambulance drivers on TV, or see the local news completely mishandle a news story involving EMS, or especially when you look at your paltry pay check.

In all of the above cases, you’ve got cat puke on your rug and you’re hoping that somebody else is going to clean it up.

As EMS professionals, we know that there are myriad little political games that play out in each and every little jurisdiction a
cross the map. This service may not call this service for mutual aid because someone’s brother once stole a pumpkin from one of the other service member’s brother’s pumpkin patch. “Jim” may not provide good care, but you let it slide because he’s popular with the other crews. Sure, the local fire department gets a kajillion dollars more in funding than your EMS service does and runs like a tenth of the calls that you do, but that’s just the way it’s always been, right?

We need to step up as a profession and clean the cat puke from our carpet. Ignore the politics. Ignore the personal hurt feelings and the power plays. EMS is about the patient. It isn’t about you, or me, or that person down there. We exist solely to save lives and alleviate suffering in the people that we serve in the best possible way that we can. Nothing else matters more than that. So if you can see that cat puke on your rug, and I’m absolutely positive that you know exactly what I’m talking about no matter where you are, you probably have better things to do than be playing chicken. We all need to stand up and say that we are the Cat-Puke-Cleaner-Uppers and that quality EMS is our responsibility, no matter what little political games of chicken are going on. Our patients deserve nothing less.

(Fiance’s note: As of press time, the pile of cat puke on Chris’s floor is still intact solidifying into the fibers of the carpet)

 

Are We the Gatekeepers to the Emergency Healthcare System? – EMS 2.0

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Did I do good?

The Chronicles of EMS, if you’re living under a rock and you haven’t heard, is a cooperative effort between the Great Filmmaker Thaddeus Setla (EMSmedia.tv), the Remarkably Strong Paramedic Mark Glencourse (Medic999), and the “Ruggedly Handsome” firefighter/paramedic Justin Schorr (The Happy Medic). Their cooperative venture has taught me things that I’ve put to use in my own EMS practice that I believe have improved my care. Mark showed me the UK’s “Front Loaded” model and Justin has been talking about EMS providers being a gatekeeper to the emergency healthcare system. It’s a powerful collaboration. (Be sure to follow #CoEMS on twitter and become a fan of Chronicles of EMS on Facebook as well)

So here’s an example of what I mean. I can talk about this now because it’s been long enough that I can sufficiently muddle any possible trace back to the patient and fulfill any patient confidentiality concerns. I work in two very diverse service areas and cover approximately 35 different skilled nursing facilities at any one time. So in the time since the Chronicles of EMS has come out I’ve transported umpteen-hundred patients from those facilities and the patient I’m writing about could be any of those umpteen hundred. So there’s no way to violate confidentiality, Mmmm ‘Kay? 

Anyway, some time ago I was dispatched as the ALS response to backup a BLS ambulance for the “unresponsive” patient at a skilled nursing facility. I arrived a few seconds after the ambulance did and carried my drug bag and EKG/Defib into the facility with the ambulance crew following close behind with their jump kit, the cot, and a backboard. After a few seconds in the facility, a staff member directed me to the Physical Therapy area of the facility which was a bit of a walk. When I got there, I saw three other staff members huddled around an elderly female patient who was seated in a reclining chair.

The staff members were fairly excited about the situation, as was the patient, who was very much conscious and alert. The story everyone told me at once was that the patient had finished her physical therapy session on her upper body to strengthen her shoulders and had been sat in the chair by the PT Assistant to rest. After a few minutes, the PT asst. came to check on the patient and found her unresponsive to verbal stimuli, by which I mean that the patient would not awake when spoken to. The PT asst. called the facility’s emergency response team and another staff member activated 911. When one of the nurses arrived, the patient awoke to a sternal rub and was quite surprised to be the subject of so much attention. She had been fully alert and cognitive since that time and when I asked her she denied any chief complaint other than being understandably emotional about the situation.

As I do with every patient after I rule out any immediate life threats I moved into a more detailed assessment. My lady here had skin that was Pink, Warm, and dry. Her pupils were PERRL and her Cincinatti Pre-hospital stroke scale was negative. Her Lungs were clear, her abdomen was soft and non-tender with normoactive bowel sounds, and her extremities were warm and had good pulses, motor, and sensation. Her blood glucose was well within limits, and so were all of her vital signs. All of my other assessment findings were not indicative of any acute abnormalities other than a complaint of slight shoulder pain and weakness which could have been indicative of either an acute MI or of a rigorous PT session. So, to be even more thorough, I hooked her up to my 5-lead EKG which showed normal sinus rhythm with some peaked T-waves. I then ran a 12-lead EKG which was admittedly probably better than mine is.

I asked the nurse “Has she had a potassium level drawn recently?” She looked through the patient’s chart and found out that the patient in fact had been tested for that two days prior and had been found to have a slightly elevated serum potassium level. Since they had been active witnesses to my assessment we agreed that other than for perhaps a bit too much potassium there was little chance of anything being wrong with the patient.

Since we were here in the US and not in the UK like Mark, where he can treat and release (or “Respond, not Convey”) I asked the patient if she wanted us to take her to the hospital. She didn’t want to go and said that she just wanted to go back to bed. When the staff members weren’t completely convinced that we shouldn’t transport her, I suggested that they call the patient’s primary care physician to ask him what his wishes were. The nurse did so, and called from her cell phone in front of us. She did a good job of explaining in detail the events of the call and our collective assessment findings, I provided my interpretation of the 12-lead EKG and chimed in with my assessment findings that I use in my acute care practice.

For his part, the doctor was amenable to treating the patient at the facility and stated that he was comfortable with us not transporting the patient. He ordered a few stat labs and requested that we leave a copy of the 12-lead for the patient’s chart, which I was happy to do. Bottom line: The patient signed a refusal and was happy not to have to go to the hospital; The skilled-nursing-facility staff members were happy that the patient was in no immediate danger; and I was happy that we had made the best possible decision for the patient and that I wasn’t exposing her to unnecessary risk.

What happened here is exactly one of the things that I and others have been talking about with the EMS 2.0 movement: EMS people having the ability to make an educated and sound decision about the best possible healthcare options for our patients and not simply having to activate the full emergency healthcare system for every complaint. This case had every element of that and I believe that the patient being redirected through her normal primary healthcare pathway was a much better choice than taking her to the emergency room.

Heck, since there turned out to be no adverse results to this, and since the patient was probably on Medicare, I would surmise that I’ve ended up saving the taxpayers thousands of dollars in unneccesary costs… Huh? Can educating and empowering paramedics “save” the healthcare system in the US by creating a huge savings in the most expensive form of providing healthcare?

What do you think? Did I do good?

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“CPR Theatre” – Pediatric Deaths, resuscitations, and futility

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This post is a cooperative joint topic with two widely respected EMS bloggers, Steve Whitehead from Http://www.TheEMTspot.com and Greg Friese, from Http://www.EveryDayEMStips.com – Our topic is supposed to be on why it is that EMTs, Paramedics, and other healthcare providers will sometimes “go through the motions” and continue on with futile resuscitations with pediatric cardiac arrest victims. I’m sure that they will have very insightful posts on the topic, as they always do. Here’s my take.

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Can someone say “emotionally charged”?

One of the truths about where I’m sitting right now is that I’m chained to a lot of potential responsibility. Today, like a lot of days I’m one of two paramedics on-duty in my service area and the next call is mine. No matter what the next call is, it is my responsibility to get up and answer that call… without regard the horror that fate may be sending me to bear witness to and intervene in. All medics have to accept this inherent part of the job. One of the worst of those possibilities is that it may be a call that involves the significant injury or illness to, or even the death of a child.

Mention the possibility of a child’s death to even the most cynical and seasoned of healthcare providers and you will send a very cold chill down their spine. It’s just horrible. For me, the blessedly rare times that I’ve lost a child have been sentinel events in my life, things that are often thought of but rarely spoken of… almost always spoken of only to comfort the pain of a colleague experiencing the same thing. The loss or suffering of a child just burns into our souls and leaves an indelible scar that only someone who has experienced it can have true empathy for.

And I for one, wish that I didn’t have the empathy that I have for it.

Heaven forbid that I ever have to be one of the parents with pleading eyes at one of those tragic and traumatic scenes. I just can’t imagine what they go through when I’ve said “I’m Sorry”. I can’t imagine their pain, and frankly I don’t want to. As a parent myself the thought is blocked from my conscious mind and relegated only to the deepest recesses of my subconscious fears. Losing an adult patient is one thing, as we humans come to know that our lives are fragile and that our price of admission is to be removed from this existence. It’s a knowledge that we get as we progress through life and gain the experiences, both good and bad, that make us who we are and will become. However, the terrible thought that one could be ripped from us in their age of innocence is an affront to everything that almost everyone holds dear… and it’s more than a lot of us can bear to make the last decision of a child’s life. Instead, we try. We try hard and we keep trying. We hold out hope against thought and fight on, sometimes against futility.

But in my mind, I think I know why it is… because no healthcare person wants to be the person who looks into those pleading eyes and says “I’m sorry”. That decision takes an enormous emotional toll upon the parents and family, of course… but also upon the EMT or Paramedic. It’s ultimately easier on us as EMS people, we reason, to fight on. To race headlong into futility and hold out hope that someone else won’t have to say “I’m sorry”. At least we won’t have to.

There are probably psychological studies out there that I haven’t read that deal with the issue of whether “CPR Theatre” is harmful or helpful to the long-term well being of the surviving family.  These studies are probably well-researched. I took a class once that told me that it was better for family members to be in the resuscitation room inside of a hospital to witness the events as healthcare people try to save their loved ones… and I can understand that I guess. Perhaps it is better to witness that “everything possible was done” for your departed loved one. I don’t know.

As healthcare providers, it is our sworn duty to alleviate suffering as best we can using the tools at our disposal. I, like most of my colleagues, realize that the secondary and tertiary patients that we treat are the family members and their grief reactions to the tragic circumstances that resulted in their calling us. I am reasonably comfortable handling their grief reactions and sadness when an adult passes on scene but I am humbly inadequate to be of much comfort to a parent that has just lost their child no matter how I might try.

My guess that futile CPR theatre can be explained as being more for the parents and families of departed children than it is for the slight chance that we might have missed something. We make the effort in the name of showing to the family members that “everything possible” was indeed done, up to and including running their child lights and sirens to a hospital. I’ll even admit that in the back of the ambulance while I’ve done this, I’ve prayed right along with the family that just perhaps this once we would have a miracle. Never once has it happened.

Here’s a mea culpa for you, even though every time I’ve gone through the motions I’ve said it was for the family…  It may really have been for my own benefit as I’ve stated it could be above. I am a paramedic and I’ve seen my share of pain, but I don’t think that I can look a parent in the eyes and say “I’m sorry” ever again. I just don’t want to and as I write this, I can’t imagine that I could do that and then come back and look the guy in the mirror in the eyes without wondering if maybe this time would’ve been the miracle. I am probably selfish for this practice… but is that wrong?

From a completely actuarial perspective, no futile resuscitation should be performed due to safety concerns and the unnecessary costs involved. I agree that with adults, transporting cardiac arrest victims is probably deadly. I also understand that no ambulance should risk a lights-and-sirens trip to transport a body to the emergency room. However, I am not an actuary. In those cases I’m a witness to horrible emotional pain and I want someone else to be the one who says “I’m sorry”. It’s human nature, perhaps.

In my career, I have told parents “I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do” in cases where it was blatantly obvious that the child was long beyond hope of any intervention. I’ve done it more than once and I can see the places where I’ve done it in my mind to this day. Sometimes it’s completely obvious that there is indeed nothing that anyone can do. However, occasionally I have indeed known this and just done it anyway. Perhaps it’s completely subjective. Perhaps it was my level of experience and intuition that guided me at the times I’ve made the decision. I’ll tell you this, it certainly wasn’t a decision made from the pages of a textbook.

I don’t have the answers to this. But I do want to go home and hug my kid. My only advice to the EMS people out there is to realize that we’re all human, and that all you have to do is your best. Be compassionate, and use your best judgment. For that’s all we can ever do.

For more on this powerful topic for EMS, head over to Greg Friese’s page and also to Steve Whitehead’s page. You also may want to read “Splashed Sadness – A look at Negative Emotions in EMS” where I further explore the sad side of EMS and our reactions to it.

Thanking Those who REALLY Deserve it – Merry Christmas

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I originally meant to post this during Thanksgiving, but this season seems appropriate enough. I love Christmas. It’s my most favorite time of year. I love family, friends, cooking, and giving gifts. I love Christmas parties, I love the fellowship, and I love being kind to everyone and having them not look at me strangely… ok *as* strangely as they do other times of the year.

And also, I tell people “Merry Christmas”. I don’t say “Happy Holidays”, “Happy Winder Holiday”, or “My lawyer sez to tell you ‘good luck”. If someone responds with “Happy Chanukah”, or “Happy Kwanza”, or “Happy MishMash Shaloob” I’m not offended by it and I’m happy that they wished me the sentiment so there ya go.

Oh, and to my UK friends, Merry Frumpydumples to ye’

So what’s my Christmas post going to be? Well, it’s about thanking who’s really important to thank. As you all know, I’m a volunteer paramedic and firefighter as well as being a career paramedic and firefighter. This time of year in the small towns, it’s pretty common to have people stop by and offer up sweet treats and tell us “Thank you” for what we do for them. Let me make the blanket statement that I really appreciate it folks, even if my waist line and my pending diabetes doesn’t. However, I don’t think that I deserve your thanks.

I have always gotten more from my service to others than I could ever hope to give back to it. I love EMS and I love the Fire Department and I love helping people. I identify with it and I couldn’t imagine my life without it. Even after a solid decade of running my “Life Under the Lights” I can’t imagine doing anything else. I am rewarded a thousand times over by every smile I get, every person I comfort, and every person that I am privileged enough to come into contact with as a caregiver.

So who should the people that wish to thank us actually be thanking?

Well , first thank my wife for every time that I’ve had to get up and leave for a volunteer call in the middle of a family dinner. Thank my kid for every time that I’ve missed out on play time, or story time, or nap time because the pager called me away. Thank my family for all of the times that they’ve had to do without me because I was working mandatory overtime. Thank my wife too for all the nights she sleeps alone because I’m on a 24 and am sleeping at the station. Thank my friends for all the times that I’ve stood them up on plans because I’ve gotten stuck running calls. Thank everyone who cares that I spend time with them, because a lot of the time I could be doing that I’m off caring for everybody else.

Thank the same people for every volunteer or public safety person you know… because without the caring and understanding of the people that truly matter in life for us, we couldn’t be out there doing it for you. They’re the heroes here.

That, and one more thing. I was never in the Military and I probably should have been. This may not be much, but Thank You to all of our Military Men and Women out there serving for me and my family. I can’t write enough to say how much I deeply, and truly appreciate your sacrifice… but from the most humble part of my heart, Thank You for everything you do. The same thanks goes to your families and loved ones as well.

Merry Christmas, Every one.

Guest Post – An Open Letter to Wisconsin Physicians Concerning Do-Not-Resucitate Orders

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This is a guest post written by a local paramedic that has an important message to get out about Physician involvement with Do-Not-Resuscitate (DNR) Orders. I’ve included it in its entirety. It’s an important issue. It takes such an emotional toll on the EMS providers and the families of our patients. Please share this with your colleagues and loved ones.

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An open letter to the Physicians of Wisconsin:

“Medic 1, Engine 7 respond to 123 Anystreet for a male unresponsive. Time out 21:19.” 

This simple statement spoken by a dispatcher starts a series of events that will place an EMS crew in a moral dilemma, a family in a confused and angry state, and a personal physician sitting at home, unaffected.  As the responding EMTs and Paramedics enter the home in response to this call, they see an elderly female cradling an elderly male in her arms. She is sobbing and distraught.  The elderly female holds in her hands the lifeless body of her life long partner and soul mate who seems to have finally given up his long suffering in this world.  The lead EMT quickly approaches the patient and finds that the patient is in cardiac arrest.  The female states that she always knew that he would die in her arms.  She states how long and difficult these last months have been with his terminal illness creeping into their lives and stealing her husband away.  The Lead EMT asks if the patient has a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) order. The wife states that he does.  A quick check of wrists and ankles does not produce the state approved DNR bracelet.  The EMT’s crew stares at Lead EMT looking for direction.  They know that unless there is a valid DNR bracelet on his wrist they must start CPR and perform life saving measures.  The Lead EMT knows that the clock is quickly winding down, they must act soon.  She asks the spouse again about the DNR and where it might be in the house.  The spouse states that there is a copy of the DNR at the hospital.  She states that she filled it out at the months ago at the doctor’s office.  The spouse says, “I never got a bracelet.  The doctor knows that he didn’t want anything does, can’t you call him?”

Meanwhile, a county away, a physician sits at his desk, dictating the notes of the day.  He is completely unaware of the drama that is unfolding in the darkness of night and the darkness that is enveloping one spouse’s life.  This physician has practiced medicine for years, graduating medical school in the early 1960’s.  He has been kind, caring, and concerned for every patient he has seen and is highly regarded within the medical community.  When he first started in medicine, ambulances were simply Cadillac station wagons that whisked through the night.  They moved the sick and injured from point to point without offering much more than a fast ride.  Over the decades the rules changed, medical advances occurred, and now an ambulance is a rolling emergency department with full advanced life support abilities.  Unfortunately, unless a physician takes an interest in EMS this change has occurred without notice.

The lead EMT removes the patient from his spouse’s arms.  They move him to the floor and start CPR.  The crew has no choice, they have no valid DNR order and they have been summoned by a 911 call from the spouse.  The spouse screams at and pleads with the crew to stop, she doesn’t understand why this is happening.  Her husband has filled out papers; they have them on file at the hospital.  She thought this wouldn’t happen.  The spouse watches as I.V.’s are started, defibrillator pads applied, and an endotracheal tube is placed into the airway of her spouse.  The spouse is now frantic.  This was never supposed to happen.  Why aren’t the EMT listening to her? She knows what her husband wanted, they were together for over 50 years.  Medications are now being given and the EMS crew is trying to coax a pulse out of a tired heart.  The crew shoots looks at each other questioning what is right and wrong.

The lack of a DNR order puts EMS crews in a terrible moral and ethical dilemma.  They must proceed as the law states; but their hearts are heavy and they are unsure if they are truly doing the best for the patient or the family.  They sat in on the trainings years ago about the DNR bracelet.  The instructors said it would eliminate these situations, patients would speak to their personal physicians, sign all the necessary forms, and then the patient would be issued a DNR bracelet that would clearly state the patient’s wishes.  Yet time and time again, this scenario repeats itself and each time the frustration grows.

After 45 minutes of CPR and three rounds of ACLS medication, medical control is contacted.  The ED physician is advised of the situation and advises the crew to terminate all efforts.  The crew cleans up and a mournful wife sits by her husband’s side again, holding his hand.  This is where she wanted to be all along, just holding his hand and looking for support in this darkest time in her life.  Instead, she had to witness the brutality of a full ACLS code.  The ribs breaking, the I.V.’s being placed, the monitor screaming out orders in its electronic voice.   The peaceful, honorable death she had hoped for has been taken from her, she will now have the visions of CPR and strangers doing procedures to her husband that neither of them ever wanted.  These are events that we can never go back in time and change.

Our physician is now walking to his car.  Rattling through his pocket looking for keys that he can’t seem to find.  He will receive a call later tonight from the county coroner explaining what has happened.  He will be honestly horrified to hear of the efforts by the EMS unit and will wonder why this has happened.  Ironically, he doesn’t know that he set these events in motion years ago by not securing a DNR order for his patient that EMS crews are able to honor.

“Medic 1 and Engine 7 are clear, no transport, coroner on scene.”  This will be another long ride back to the fire house.  Emotions are running high, the crew is upset.  They can’t figure what is making them angrier, the fact that this happened or the fact they know it will happen again.  The cycle continues.

I would ask that each primary care physician look into the laws as they apply to DNR orders and EMS providers in the State of Wisconsin.  We do not have the luxury of time.  We must make decisions within seconds.  We NEED the DNR bracelet.  All we need to know is “yes or no” to CPR.  We have NO time to read through long winded orders or other legal documents.  This is a problem that we must fix and fix fast. You have the power to fix this. Please do so.

Respectfully,

Todd A. Bluhm, Paramedic