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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.

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The Shine Factor

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 This is part 2 of a 3 part series on “The Shine Factor”

Part 1 of this series can be found here – The Shine Factor

Part 2 of this series can be found here – What Makes a Great Ambulance Service

Part 3 of this series can be found here – The Shine Factor – Grunts

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You know what I’m talking about here. The distinctly subtle, but powerful mix of sights, smells, and sensory input you find when walking into the apparatus bay of your station. The faint smell of diesel exhaust mixing with rubber tires, the musty smell of damp hose drying on the rack, the smells of not-so-clean turnout gear (best right after a good fire), and all of the various cleaning products used to keep the trucks looking their best. My favorite is when I’m just walking in the station for start-of-shift. It’s about 6am and the guys before haven’t gotten up yet to turn on the lights in the bay or make noise. One of my favorite things to do is to walk around the bay with the lights off, with the sun just starting to glint in from the windows onto the dark floors. It’s quiet. I love the first sunlight making deep reflections off of the shiny paint and gleaming chrome. The trucks just seem to be anticipating the day, yearning for the next call to come in. The atmosphere is electric, and quite palpable. You could blindfold me and take me into any fire station in the country and I could identify it just by smell alone. It’s intoxicating. I think that I like it more than my fiance’s perfume. It’s ok, she’s a firefighter too. She gets it.

So, what I’m about to suggest here plays off of that knowledge that we’ve all got… It’s basically an EKG hooked right up to the morale of your organization. I call it the “Shine Factor”.

Fancy name, huh? Yea, I liked it too. I’d recommend that every person who works in any fire station or ambulance base walks into the apparatus bay every time they start their shift. Don’t go in through any other door. Walk right into the apparatus bay with the memory of the favorite time you’ve ever been there. Take a big whiff of the natural aroma and look to see how much your trucks shine. Check the corners for cobwebs too. Then, simply file the information away in your brain and know exactly how the morale of the troops is doing.

Why is this so simple, yet so powerful, and a lot of the time, so unnoticeable? It’s because every organization has grunts, and the grunts carry out the day-to-day operations of your organization. No matter how many policies are written, budgets are adhered to, or strategic plans are championed by administration, the grunts are out there actually performing the duties that make your organization do what it does. If your department is like every department in the country, the grunts have more tasks than just providing service to the public; they’re responsible for cleaning, maintenance, and upkeep of your equipment. The lower and more “gruntish” they are within the organization, the more responsible for the upkeep they are. This is where the Shine Factor comes into play. Every group has assigned or assumed maintenance and cleaning tasks. Administration can formalize it with all of the written plans, paperwork, and task sheets that they want to, but all those pieces of paper ever do is ensure that the tasks are done to the minimally acceptable level. They cannot and will not make the grunts put in the elbow grease required to get that extra shine out of the equipment. My theory is that only happiness and pride in the organization entice the grunts to go above and beyond, to put the extra few swipes with the rag onto the chrome to really bring the shine out. Think about it, when you complete a task and get it looking good enough to pass muster, you could stop… but if you really have the pride and desire to make the equipment look it’s best, you’re going to go get the magic cleaner in the storeroom and clean out the crust around the lug nuts to make it look perfect, to reflect the personal pride you have in the organization and your fellow grunts.

Do you think that the grunts will spend those extra few seconds, minutes (or in my case, hours.. but I’m obsessive) to make that floor it’s cleanest, or that chrome it’s shiniest if they’re ticked off about management’s latest asinine policy or off the cuff directive? I don’t. It’s human nature. It works on a subconscious level across all of the grunts you have who polish your stuff. If the morale of your department is in the tank, your stuff may be cleaned regularly because the grunts will be sanctioned if they don’t clean off the first layer of crud… but that’s usually where it stops. When morale goes down, the shine factor goes down. When morale goes up and people are uplifted, pride goes up and the grunts put forth the extra effort. It affects more than their performance at the station too, it affects how polite they are to the public, how clean and pressed their uniforms and presentation are reflecting your public image, it affects how much personal effort they put into training, and it may very well affect patient and emergency scene outcomes too. You can regulate all that you want, but the beatings never improve morale. The only things that can do that is respecting your grunts and treating them like adults.

I haven’t formally named it, but I think that new officers and/or managers in the EMS and Fire industry who were promoted from the troops arrive to their new posts with a predetermined agenda. I don’t think that they can help it. Usually, it’s from the mistakes they’ve seen their coworkers make on the streets around them and builds especially upon their own pet peeves. They arrive to their managerial desk wanting to “fix” things and usually the result is a lot of new policy objectives and memos. They know who, at least subconsciously, they want to get back at for the aggravation that they’ve caused them over the years and think that the rest of the organization will share their personal pet peeve. Unfortunately, these attempts to “fix” things usually do just the opposite. The new managers with their personal objectives take things to the extreme. They fail to respect that the people who committed the offenses against the manager’s pet peeves are concerned adults that may have very different pet peeves, and they fail to recognize that every single employee’s pet peeve is micromanagement.

To some managers, paper seems to solve everything. If your ambulance turn-around times are too long in your opinion, you create a paper system to fix it complete with a memo and/or a new policy. The crews fill it out, and it’s supposed to make the management and crews aware of the time it takes them and it’s supposed to fix the problem. Got dirty floors in the trucks? Make a “clean floor” policy with a tracking sheet. Got a crew who uses too much gauze? Make a “Gauze Utilization” flowchart with a tracking sheet. Does your station go through too much toilet paper? You see what I mean. While all management wants to create measurable objectives, all employees hate being micromanaged.

Shortly after I got my first management position my boss, the COO, related to me a story about what he did one day when he found a truck that had been left absolutely filthy by a crew after their shift. Apparently this crew hadn’t been running more than usual that day, and had just left the ambulance filthy. Now, what he could have done, being the COO and all, is write an edict to be handed down through the chain-of-command to have the crew reprimanded from on high about the clean truck policy and the proper utilization of cleaning materials. He could have written a memorandum, or even a shiny new “Clean Truck” policy to enforce the rules. There could have been reams of paper and managerial-type fire power brought down on these guys. But that’s not what he did.

When the crew who had left the truck that dirty came back in for their day shift the next morning the COO met them at the door and lead them to their ambulance. At their ambulance they found a whole host of cleaning supplies… and two chairs. The COO then proceeded to have the medics sit in the chairs while he cleaned their entire ambulance, inside and out, from top to bottom.

Unorthodox? Sure.. Effective? Yes. The problem had been attended to, the desire for a clean
truck was reinforced, and the crews saw just how badly the COO wanted the trucks to be cleaned. Now maybe that’s not something that would work at your department, but it sure seemed to at this ambulance service. Maybe your shine factor would be increased if the grunts got the chance to work with the brass on solving problems like this. Maybe myriad policies aren’t the answer, and teamwork and mutual respect are the answer. Maybe communication increases it. Maybe the full realization by everyone within the organization that everyone has their roles and everyone has to be given the tools to take responsibility for what they own increases it.

Until now, this piece has focused on management, but us grunts can benefit from increased shine factor as well. Right now, you need to decide that you’re going to put in the effort to increase the shine factor in your department. Remember, it’s a subconscious thing. Everyone just feels better when it looks like people are taking pride in the department. Everyone from your partner, the guys, the brass, the public… even you. If the grunts make the effort, it can benefit the shine factor too and maybe the other stuff will come along with it. Positive attitudes breed positive results. It sounds corny, but someone’s gotta make the decision to be the positive change in the organization. Even in a perfect situation, if there even is one, someone’s gotta keep making the decision to keep it that way. Let that be you and others will follow suit.

Now get out there and polish some chrome.

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 This is part 2 of a 3 part series on “The Shine Factor”

Part 1 of this series can be found here – The Shine Factor

Part 2 of this series can be found here – What Makes a Great Ambulance Service

Part 3 of this series can be found here – The Shine Factor – Grunts

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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.

 

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Thank you EMS – Some reasons I love what I do

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Judging by how I felt this morning when I got up at 06:43 for a seizure victim after getting to bed at 03:30ish beforehand, I would say that I’ve been doing this for a while. I’m not as young as I used to be and I certainly am not the same person I was when I first got behind the wheel of an ambulance and flipped on the flashing lights.

I’ll never forget that first time I ever drove an ambulance lights and sirens. I was so excited. When I was younger I had always wanted to be an EMT and I viewed my first emergency driving experience as the time when I’d really “made it”. I was working as a security guard in a hospital where our security department ran an ambulance service that existed solely to transport patients from a free-standing ER attached to an outpatient facility to our larger flagship hospital with inpatient beds. Mostly we did tech work in the ER and transported every admission to the larger facility. Occasionally we got to “knock the cobwebs outta the siren” and run the ten minute trip “hot”. That was my first time driving in an emergency fashion… it may have not been a clean win since it wasn’t a 911 call… but it was still my first.

However, I digress. This post isn’t about my youth and exuberance that I didn’t know I was in the midst of when I first pinned on an EMS badge. This post is about the person I am today. I’m a paramedic now and I will say that I am proud of my son, my wife, my family, and my skills as a paramedic. I try not to brag on much, but I have put so much effort into all of the above that I am proud of the way they’re turning out. As a paramedic I have put in years of continuous effort to become the provider that I am today and even if nobody else ever cares about how good I was when I retire one sad day in the future, I will, and that’s enough for me to drive on.

I will never have the ability to give back to EMS all of the positive gifts that it has given me. Growing as a paramedic and as a healthcare provider is directly related to my growth as a person. I entitled this blog “Life Under the Lights” because I feel that I’ve lived a significant portion of my own life “Under the lights” of an ambulance. We all share a lot of the same experiences on our journey as EMS providers and we’re only starting to realize our true potential as a profession.

So here are a few things that I am thankful for that I’ve gotten back from my career as a paramedic so far:

-          Thank you EMS for allowing me to see the power and passion in people going through the worst times in their lives… and in some cases the best ones.

-          Thank you EMS for allowing me to have conversations with fascinating individuals I’ve met as I’ve taken care of them. I love hearing the stories my patients tell me… it’s got to be one of the best parts of the job. I’ve learned so much from my patients.

-          Thank you EMS for taking me on a journey through my own emotions and allowing me to feel the highest peaks and lowest valleys of my own psyche as I’ve lived out the world through facing emergencies. I may have never known such things about my own capacity for feeling.

-          Thank you EMS for teaching me that I always have it in me to go on fighting when the stakes are high… Without having to fight through the pain, exhaustion, and other discomforts that you’ve thrown at me I wouldn’t know nearly how much I could take.

-          Thank you EMS for allowing me to meet my wife. I love her more than I love you.

-          Thank you EMS for allowing me to meet my coworkers, some of them have become my closest friends. Maybe I’ve had better parties while on the clock than I have had off-duty. Being at work is just such a blast sometimes.

-          Thank you EMS for showing me that no matter what struggles I’ve been facing in my personal life, that there is always someone out there struggling harder than I am.

-          Thank you EMS for shaping my personality. I used to be a shy introverted person. Now I can almost always come up with something close to the right thing to say by thinking on my feet.

-          Thank you EMS for giving me the opportunity to Drive Fast and Break Things occasionally, it’s the manliest thing I do most weeks.

-          Thank you EMS for making my life exciting. I love the feeling I get when the stakes are extremely high and the adrenaline is pumping… it has to be better than any drug.

-          And finally, Thank you EMS for more than I can thank you for. I (quite geekishly, actually) can relate most things to something I have done or might do in the field. That’s very cool in my book.

Without my starting point in EMS more than a decade ago, you wouldn’t be here reading this right now. I would be some guy doing something somewhere else. My life is shaped because of what I do and who I’ve become from pounding the streets every day. Thanks for making me “somebody”. Thanks for giving me something to write about. Thanks for being as cool as you are.

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Why I am Passionate about the Chronicles of EMS

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If you’re an EMS professional, you should be paying attention to the Chronicles of EMS.

I think every person involved in EMS on any level needs to pay attention to the work of three of the profession’s upcoming giants, Mark Glencourse, Justin Schorr, and Thaddeus Setla. Their collective project is a warp-leap forward for how our profession is presented to, judged by, and thought about by our internal and external observers, customers, and colleagues. With their efforts come Hope… Hope that one day soon EMS will take its rightful place as a true profession; Hope that our profession will get the paid the attention that it deserves; Hope that our educational standards, resource needs, and compensation will finally be improved; and Hope that we will be able to improve our total service to our patients and our community through shedding a new light on our profession.

If this works… everything could change. Everything could change quickly, incredibly, and wonderfully. Imagine if EMS became “cool” and the public finally thought about who we are, what we are, and what it is that we do for them. Imagine if people demanded that their community leaders pay as much attention to EMS as we need them too… Just Imagine.

EMS needs a strong, unified message. The Chronicles of EMS can be that message. It is a professional, smart, and uber-cool message aimed straight at where we want to be going. It is not lip service, it is not Hollywood glamour, and it is certainly not dramatized for profit. It is being prepared by industry-experts who are still working the same streets that we are everyday. Everyone involved is one of us. Everyone involved is passionate. Everyone involved wants this, and they want it as bad as you do.

The reason I write about EMS is because I want to improve our profession and our service to others. I want to make this better so bad that I can taste it and I’m willing to work as hard as I have to. Our patients and our communities deserve the best we can give them and I believe that key to fixing EMS is communication and the spreading of our message. This blog exists for that reason and so do the other blogs in this genre. The other bloggers, authors, speakers, and writers I’ve met have all spoken to me of the same goals. Our profession exists to save lives and alleviate suffering and improving our profession help us save more lives and alleviate more suffering in our communities. EMS does indeed make a difference out there in the world and we’re the ones doing it. The Chronicles of EMS is a great beacon of hope in our collective quest.

EMS Deserves More. Our Patients deserve more; Our Families deserve more; and yes… We deserve more. Mark, Justin, Ted, and everyone involved in the Chronicles of EMS are working hard to give us just that. They deserve our support and our attention.

I’ll be in San Francisco on March 11th for the premier of their pilot episode. I wouldn’t miss it for anything. Look out world, EMS is moving forward.

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Ten (or so) things that you should try to do with every patient

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I am not a perfect medical provider. In fact I’m really only practicing prehospital medicine (Ha ha!) but there are a few things that I try to do with every patient to improve my care for them and improve their comfort level as I care for them. I can’t claim that I always remember to do these things, but I really try to. I think that you should too.

Here they are (in no particular order other than ZIP code):

  1. Always introduce yourself and your partner to the patients and their loved ones using your first name. I wouldn’t want some upstart guy in some uniform type thing just randomly poking at me. I think that it reduces patient anxiety when you properly introduce yourself to your patient. I say “Hi, I’m Chris and I’m a paramedic with F&B Ambulance Service and Taxi Squad. This is my partner Fuzzy McGee. What is your name Sir/Madame?”

     

  2. When you’re in the back transporting the patient after you’ve given them most of the care you were planning to give them, go over your assessment again. Ask the patient questions that get them to expand on their original answers. Challenge yourself to find anything that you may have missed. 
  3. Play a game with yourself. Try to have the patient diagnosed by the time that you get them to the ER. If you can’t figure it out, fire up the internet when you get back to quarters and look it up. You’ll learn a lot of good medical information by doing this. I have.

     

  4. Once you get the patient in the back of the ambulance if they’re not facing an immediate “Life-or-Death” crisis ask them “Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?” Maybe another pillow or moving the head of the cot up or down would help them. Do it if they ask.

     

  5. Try not to have the pillow stuffed under the patient’s shoulder blades. It makes it uncomfortable when they’re lying on the cot. Moving the pillow up from under their back and placing it under their heads makes them a lot happier. They won’t know to ask for it. Just do it.

     

  6. If you find a patient down with an isolated fracture or dislocation get pain meds in their system before you start splinting or packaging them. It does take a bit more time, but you’re not being very humane if you don’t.

     

  7. You are the patient’s advocate when you walk in to the imposing world of ER care. Your job is to present them to a medical system that is overworked and overtired. Stick up for them and make sure that the medical care providers that are following you learn about what is wrong with the patient before you throw him or her to the wolves… er, um, nurses. I mean nurses.

     

  8. Before you hand off your patient to the ER, ask them: “Is there anything that I haven’t addressed? Is there anything that you would like me to be sure and tell the ER about?”

     

  9. Explain to the the patient WHAT you are going to do and WHY you are going to do it.

     

  10. Approach EMS with a servant’s heart. No matter what some EMTs may think, we are here for the patients. It’s not the other way around.

     

By trying to do these things you’ll provide better patient care. I think that I’ve grown as an EMS professional by doing these things. I’ve also grown as a person by doing these things. Let me know how this works out for ya.

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EMS practice

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Did anyone else play a sport (or sports) in high school? I did, actually I played football for a few years. I was on the line, which in my small high school meant that I played every position on the line, both offense and defense, because there just weren’t that many kids out there to play. My graduating class was 83 in my small, small town.

I didn’t touch the ball though. Coach told me just to go out there and hit people. I haven’t touched a football since.

Every day after school we went out there no matter rain, shine, snow, heat, or better things to do and practiced for three hours every night. We did this all season and I hated it. It sucked and sucked bad. However, it did make me a much better football player. It kept my mind focused and kept me in shape. I was a much better “Go out there and hit people” guy than I would have been had I just taken a football class and then played parts of the game every day.

Does anybody do this with EMS? Sure, we all do Continuing Education, but do we really practice as hard as we should as much as we should?

We play parts of the game every day but just as sure as I didn’t intercept a pass and run in a touchdown every game, I don’t perform a pericardiocentesis every shift. I can plink in an IV in my sleep (and do… a lot…) and I probably can treat a STEMI as good as the next guy. Playing the parts of the game that we do more often than the others gets us good practice on what we do most often, and if we don’t allow ourselves to get complacent, that’s just fine. However, how many times have you calculated a dopamine drip lately? Even if you live in the busiest, most dopamine swillingest jurisdiction on the planet you’ve still interpreted Normal Sinus Rhythm a lot more than you’ve shown off your math chops.

The other day I missed a tube. I was caring for a patient who crashed in front of me while heading to the ER. The Pt went from CAOx3 to very obtunded in a matter of a minute or two. The first time I went to tube, (the Pt) was clenched and by the time I got the etomidate ready we were close enough to the hospital that bagging was my best option. When the Pt got sux and sedate juice in the ER I tried again…. and missed.

I freakin hate that! Man, I never miss a tube! At least almost never. I hate it when I do and beat myself up about it. Probably more hard than I should, but that’s just me. I take this stuff seriously if you can tell. The next shift I spent an hour playing with our two intubation dummies and our “Fred the head”. I tubed over and over again every way I could think of. For an hour. Yes, I know that it’s not exactly like the real thing, but it was all that I had access to for practice.

Something cool happened right after I got done with my hour long tubing pennance. I sat down for lunch and immediately got toned out to intercept a code with CPR in progress. I pointed my SUV towards the rural address and hit the gas. When I got on scene, the BLS crew told me over the radio that they were having difficulty with the airway. I walked in, and got the most beautiful tube that I think that I’ve ever gotten. Right in, right through, and right hole.

I think that my football coach would have been proud.

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Zombies!!!

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I hate horror movies…

A while ago I walked into our crew lounge where the other members of my crew had just popped in some low-budget zombie flick. It was your classic “B-Movie” and had all the hallmarks of every good zombie show that I’ve ever seen. Gratuitous bloodshed by hapless victims? Check. The walking dead feasting on human flesh? Check. A few good looking zombified women? Check and Check. I watched it against my better judgment. I hate horror flicks for all of the above reasons, except for the good looking women of course. I have an annoying habit of taking on the characteristics of every movie that I watch for varying lengths of time. After watching Top Gun, for instance, I drove my car like a fighter pilot for a few days. After watching Star Wars I tried to use the force to get the TV remote from across the room when I lay down on the couch. After watching the South Park Movie I swore every other word. Really. So I don’t like horror flicks because I get scared like a little girl afterwards and I don’t like it.

Unfortunately though, I watched the whole thing like a doofus, knowing full well that I’d be having nightmares later.

Cue the call for the unresponsive seizure victim…

We went to an apartment complex where our patient had fallen into a seizure right by the inward swinging door to his apartment. He had fallen in a way that made it so his body was blocking the door and I could only swing it open a few inches, just enough for me to squeeze inside. He was pretty out of it, and wasn’t responding with anything but unintelligible grunts and groans.

Then, of course, he moved and shut the door, blocking it with his body and trapping me alone in his apartment with him while he was groaning on the floor.

Does it make me a scaredy cat because I thought I was going to be eaten by a zombie?

I hate horror flicks…

 

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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…

 

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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)

 

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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.

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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

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Uh oh, is it that time again? EMS Recert Time Cometh…

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I’ll betcha that a lot of you reading this are in the same boat that I am… Here’s the reminder!

Yesterday I had the occasion to pull out all of my various certification cards and licenses, photocopy them, and turn them in to one of my departments for verification that I still had them. Much to my chagrin I noticed that it is indeed that time again… the time for me to start gathering up all of my hard-won continuing education hours and credits, compiling them into packets, and begin sending them off to the various places that I hold licensure through.

So let’s see… that’s Illinois, Iowa, Wisconsin, and the National Registry of EMTs. Actually, the Illinois license is on a 4 year schedule, so this is an off period for them. Thank goodness for small favors. Unfortunately though, I also noticed that my ACLS card expires this month and I hadn’t noticed it till now. Now I have to frantically find a class to sit through and get me some learnin’ at. Here’s hoping it’s not like the last time I took the class… It was horrible. Since I had let my card expire by, ahem, a “short amount of time” (3 months) I had to take the full class. Worse yet, the only class I could find happened to be when one of the big hospitals near me was pushing through a bunch of OB/Peds nurses through the class so that they could accept regular med/surg patients on their units. The nurses, suffice to say, were less than thrilled to be there and answered most of the questions with “I don’t know, what does the Doctor order me to do?” The instructor, who was also a nurse, actually accepted that answer for most of the questions. Really. I listened to them give waaay off the wall answers that were accepted as correct by the instructor.

I don’t think any one of them has ever been in charge of a code resuscitation… at least not a successful one. But I digress.

The State of Wisconsin EMS bureau has been changing the rules for renewing your licensure quite a lot this year. Frankly, I don’t quite understand what I have to do as of yet but I’m working on finding it out. As far as I know right now I have to take a “refresher” program. I *think* that by completing a National Registry refresher program I will be fine. Feel free, however, if you’re in the know for Wisconsin EMS renewals, to set me straight on this in the comments section. It’s kinda important for my livelihood.

My Iowa EMS license is much easier. All I do is send them in the exact photocopied packet I send in to the NREMT, fill out a short little form, and a few weeks later I get a shiny new license in the mail. Thank you State of Iowa EMS! Keep Being Awesome!

For the National Registry, I’ve heard faint rumblings about this whole “Computer test based” renewal program. It sounds cool, from what I’ve heard… but I’d have to do the exact same CE for my Wisconsin and Iowa licenses and I wouldn’t get the CE bump I need for the 4 year Illinois license. So much for that, then.

Lucky for me, there’s an awesome NREMT recert class they put on in Davenport, IA. I’m heading out that way to get me some high-quality learning and have me a little bit of fun as well. Thanks EICC and MEDIC EMS!

This post doesn’t have much of a message to it other than for me to gripe about having to yet again put all of this stuff through. I am all for education, and I research EMS stuff nearly every day, but unfortunately I haven’t thought of a way yet to translate stuff I learn from my colleagues on the EMS blogosphere and the other sites on the interwebz into hard Continuing Education credits. Maybe I’ll spearhead that issue too once I get time. Maybe…

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A Motivational EMS Article Geared towards Newer EMTs

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The following article is what I submitted to my Fire/Rescue/EMS department’s monthly newsletter for this month’s EMS column. It has a readership of every one of the the 110 or so members of the department, their families, and a good percentage of the 30k or so people in our district. They know me personally as someone who (Imagine this) likes EMS.

If you like this article, feel free to steal it and use it for your purposes. All I ask is that you keep the links intact and give byline credit. Shoot a comment to me too so I can see if it indeed does go anywhere.

Oh, and here’s a thought. If you would like a short EMS related piece to put into your department’s newsletter, shoot me an e-mail at proems1@yahoo.com I’ll be happy to come up with something.

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It’s well known around the department that I like the ambulances and EMS in general. I do, and I’ve always been proud to be a part of (My Department’s) EMS program. I think that the level of dedication and professionalism in our department is second to none and that our program is certainly one of the best in the region and in the state.

With that said, in EMS there is never a time to slow down and rest on our laurels. The science that drives our brand of medicine is constantly evolving and the only constant is change. In my EMS career, I’ve seen “The Right Thing to Do” for my patients change more times than I thought possible. Continuing education, reinforcing the basics, and studying the latest research is key in keeping oneself in step with how best to care for our patients. As with any community based Emergency Medical Services provider, our citizens are our families, neighbors, and friends. We have the responsibility of being the first line of defense against the very worst times in peoples’ lives and it is our duty to be at our best when we are called to make a difference. The people we care about most are depending on us.

Just as in firefighting, in EMS, the little things make the biggest difference. It really is the Basic Life Support care that makes everything else work and our calls run the smoothest. Patients do not necessarily perceive the skillful application of Advanced Techniques or medications given to them, but they certainly appreciate the attention given to treatment of their ABCs, their comfort on the cot, pain relief and stabilization through proper splinting techniques, the compassion of the care providers, and the cleanliness of our ambulances and equipment. It has been said that “Perception is Reality”, meaning that the way someone perceives you or your organization affects their own reality. In EMS, good perception actually has been shown to provide for better patient outcomes. Really, if you have more confidence in the skill or effectiveness of your medical provider or a technique, you’re statistically more likely to have a better outcome.

It is so important for us as healthcare providers to focus on providing the best care possible for our current patients, but also to keep an eye out for future patients. Start now by making sure that the ambulance is thoroughly cleaned at the start of every day and after every call. Make sure that your equipment is ready to go and that you’re an expert in its use. Read something educational every day to keep yourself in the right mindset and to keep your skills sharp. Pull things out and practice with them. Come up with questions to ask the more experienced providers and don’t be afraid to ask them. It is every EMTs duty to become an expert in prehospital care and you are the only one who can expand your knowledge enough to become one. Study every day.

Here are some resources I use every day, they teach me something every time I use them:

-          Http://www.happymedic.com – A San Francisco Firefighter/Paramedic and his adventures in EMS.

-          Http://www.999medic.com – A British paramedic working EMS with our neighbors across the pond.

-          Http://www.theEMTspot.com – Educational tidbits, tips, and tricks from a Colorado Paramedic.

-          Http://www.EveryDayEmsTips.com – A Social Media, training, and EMS guru with daily tips to improve your care.

-          Http://paramedicine101.blogspot.com – In-Depth Educational Articles for EMS providers.

-          Http://www.LifeUnderTheLights.com – Your’s Truly’s random musings on the EMS.

Of course, getting your hands on a copy of JEMS or EMS Magazine is great too. Learn something every day, take pride in yourself, your service, and the care you provide. Your next patient could be your loved one, make sure they’d get care that you’d be proud to give them.

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Soapy Demons – Ckemtp is a geek

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Washing Machine Sta 1Ok, so this post really proves just how much of a geek I really am. Just bear with me for a bit.

This subject causes me a lot of personal grief. I know that it probably shouldn’t and that I am indeed a geek for worrying about this issue because seemingly no one else does, however this issue has plagued me for years and I need to get it off of my chest.

This is about the washing machine at the main fire station where I work. I’m at this station a lot, whether I’m working one of my three weekly scheduled paid shifts, hanging around with my wife who works there three scheduled paid shifts as well, or volunteering my time for call response, training, or work projects. So I have the opportunity to use this particular large, commercial, washing machine quite a bit.

It’s a nice machine. It handles the huge loads that we generate on a daily and nightly basis. It cleans the stuff pretty well and runs pretty quickly and quietly.

The problem is, the soap. It does not rinse the soap out of the clothes, bed sheets, blankets, turnout gear, or anything else that we put in there. The “rinse” water is always white with suds and everything comes out soapier than when we put it in there.

I am well aware that this is not a sexy problem. It’s not a big issue and castles will not fall because of it. It just drives me nuts.

When it comes to be my time to use the machine, I run two full cycles at a minimum to rinse out the machine. The third cycle usually has at least some soap in the water but I use it anyway because all of the residual soap that is left in the stuff that we constantly wash in there. The stuff is full of soap! Our sheets, our towels, our turnout gear… everything. After you run a load in there, even after a second full cycle, the water is white with suds on the final rinse phase.

For a few years, I begged, pleaded, cajoled, and bargained to get people to use less soap in the machine. I tried to get the purchasing division to get us a different type of soap that might rinse cleaner. I even went so far as to post up a few memos in the washing room and write a couple of written requests to the purchasing division and the officer above them.

Predictably, nobody cared those times and still nobody cares about the issue now. Everybody still dumps the same big glob of soap into the machine when they start it and then promptly forgets about it. Whomever comes in and removes the stuff from the washer just puts the stuff right in the dryer, still soapy as all get out, and throws another load in the washer. Then, they dump a big glob of soap in the machine and the cycle perpetuates. Honestly, it’s a losing battle for me and I know that I’m the only geek who cares out of the 100 other people on the department. Nowadays I’ve resorted to trying not to care about it so much and also by surreptitiously watering down the soap that we use. I’ve been doing that for years and nobody seems to ever have noticed (until they read this). It helps a bit, but still our stuff is soapy as heck.

Am I crazy? Probably, but consider this: This small issue is hurting my department and the way we function. Really. We spend hours per week cleaning and polishing our apparatus. To do that, we need towels. Lots of them. Now that they’re all full of soap, they don’t soak up water anymore and we have to constantly replace them with new towels that promptly get full of soap and don’t absorb water and leave our trucks streaked with laundry soap and water spots. Then, we replace the towels again and the cycle perpetuates. How much money do we spend on new towels?

Consider this also: Our guys sleep on linens that get washed every day after they’re used. These linens are full of soap and are against our guys’ skin every night. What happens when one of them develops an allergy? Occasionally, some of this linen goes for use on an ambulance… when will we get a patient with an allergy to our soap?

Consider this as well: How much does it degrade our turnout gear to be full of regular laundry soap? Sure, we bought the expensive specialized turnout gear cleaner, but it doesn’t matter because the water we’re using to wash the gear is full of the soap from everything else? Does that degrade our protection? How much are we harming our very expensive protective clothing by filling it with soap? When will the gear fail and someone get burned because of this? Will it happen? When someone gets burned will it be my fault because I didn’t try hard enough to fix an issue that I saw?

Yes, I’m a geek for caring about this issue so much. I feel like an OCD Chicken Little. However, this small, nothing issue is costing the department money overall and could get someone hurt out there on the fireground. After that, I’m sure people will wonder how this could have been prevented. I’m sure also that they’re looking for ways to cut costs now that the economy tanked and tax revenues are down.

And there sits the washing machine, quietly driving me crazy.

How many issues out there do people know about like this? Issues that are small enough so that nobody else cares but that snowball into big problems for the organizations. How many of these issues affect EMS and the fire service industry-wide. How many of them affect everything?

One day I’ll conquer my soapy demon. For now, I have to keep watering down the soap in secret… but as crazy as it seems, I feel that I’m making some small difference. You can too. Be it the way your equipment is checked in the morning, the way you package your lifesaving gear, the way you make sure that the gas tank is full, or the way you do whatever it is you do to make your service the best it can be.

Now get out there and water down your soap. You might just save a life.

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Why I love this Job

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Because the owner of this brand new Escalade will ultimately be happy that I’m tearing it apart with the spreaders. (Yep, that’s Good Ol’ Ck on the tool)
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EMS Trendsetters Conference 2009

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Are you an EMS Person? Are you involved in Emergency Medicine? Are you an EMT, a Paramedic, a Nurse, a Doctor, a “something medical”? Are you interested in high quality continuing education provided in a fun and cool environment by top quality, national speakers?

You are? I thought so. See, I know my audience pretty well I’d suspect.

Here’s the catch though. I’m plugging an EMS conference that’s being put on by a friend of mine. She’s started a company that provides low-cost CE training in a cool and interesting way for regional EMS people. This is her annual big conference, and there’s a ton of good speakers and educational offerings going on this year. Y’all should come.

But… it’s located in Kenosha County, Wisconsin. If you’re local, come on up! If you’re not, then fly in. The airlines need the money and I’ll promise a beer (a cheap one) to everyone from out of the area who shows up (yes, if you’re over 21 and not afraid to drink Schlitz)

Here’s the website of the conference: http://www.emstrendsetters.org/ – This conference is personally endorsed by Yours Truly, for whatever that means.

Come on out and support one of us doing something for all of us.

This conference is located near: Northern Illinois, Southern Wisconsin, Rockford, Chicago, Kenosha, Milwaukee, Woodstock, Crystal Lake, Fox Lake, Beloit, Janesville, Madison, Wisconsin, Illinois

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The Handover is coming! The Handover is coming!

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Coming soon to Life Under the Lights, The Handover Blog Carnival!

Yes, Medic999 has convinced me to put my money where my mouth is and host an edition of the Famous EMS Blog Carnival. Hopefully I can live up to the heavy expectations of the readers and fill the big shoes of the bloggers who have hosted before me. The Handover is the biggest and best blog carnival featuring awesome bloggers from the world of the Emergency Medical Services and The Emergency Room (US) and Accident and Emergency Room (UK).

Yep, it’s an international EMS blog carnival featuring the best in Emergency Medical content from around the world. It is published monthly. There are Paramedics, EMTs, firefighters, Nurses, and Doctors that participate. If you haven’t read it before, you should. In fact, head on over to Medic999’s place – http://medicblog999.wordpress.com/ and check out this month’s edition. The theme for his edition is “My First Call” which promises to pull out the emotional, the macabre, and the flat out hilarious stories that we all share as members of this crazy profession we call EMS and Emergency Medicine.

Oh, and you’ve all been waiting for the announcement, so here it is…. The theme for my edition will be:

“Funniest. Call. Ever.”  The deadline for submissions is Monday, Sept 21st and it goes live on Friday 9/25.

Yes, that’s right. Pull out the best call you’ve ever had, the one that you tell in the coffee shop to other medics that still makes them wet themselves laughing or scratch their head wondering how we could ever make this stuff up. We can’t, and that’s what makes it so funny.

Can’t wait to see this month’s edition and I can’t wait to get started on the submissions for my edition next month. Stay Safe, everyone.

Oh, and in case you haven’t seen (and I hid it when I posted it) Here’s the story of my first that I submitted for this Month’s Handover:

http://proems.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first.html

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Operation FEE Line: Exposing the Deadly Side of Kittens on Emergency Scenes

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Kittens: Deadly minions of the Dark Side, or Cuddly Agents of Evil… You decide.

Today, I faced my own mortality in a daring, high-stakes, high-angle rescue. A life was on the line and my truck company was assigned to respond and snatch it from the jaws of death. We had been requested by the local animal control officers to rescue a cat stuck in a gutter on a steep roof about 14 feet of the ground.

Yea, a freakin cat. At least it wasn’t in a tree, that would have been too cliché.

We brought the tower ladder out of our station with a six man crew for this dangerous rescue and met with the Animal Control Officer on Scene.

“There’s the cat” He said.

The roof was pretty steep, and covered with asphalt shingles. With the sky just starting to let loose with a few sprinkles of rain, the 20 foot drop off the side into a rock garden was starting to concern me. Yes… I know that us firefighters are supposed to be good at working on roofs, but when a building’s on fire we don’t have to care how we may harm the roof by gaining traction. I really didn’t want to harm this nice lady’s roof, so sticking an axe in it to get a foothold was going to be a no-no. We pulled out a 24 foot extension ladder to reach the roof and a roof ladder to keep from falling to our deaths.

Or I should say, my death… because Captain Mike looked at me and said “Since you like cats so much CK, you go up there and get it”.

At this point, you might wonder why I’m being so dramatic about this.

Because cats on emergency scenes are evil death killers of doom and are more dangerous than ninja bunnies carrying lasers.

That, and well… I’ve never had good experiences when there have been so-called “cute little kitties” on my emergency scenes. I always end up flat out on my back. Literally.

You should know that I like cats. Really, (thanks to Gkemtb –my wife for my new readers) I’ve got three of them. However, when there’s a cuddly kitty on one of my scenes, ominous music starts to play and shenanigans ensue.

I learned the horrible truth about cats some years ago. My Paramedic/EMT-Basic ambulance had been called out to a “sick woman” at a local residence. When we arrived on scene shortly after fire and police we found an obviously grieving family huddled around a hospital bed where a frail elderly woman was laying. She was crying as forcefully as her frail body would let her. We learned the sad truth soon enough. The patient had been referred to hospice care a few weeks prior to this when the cancer that she had was deemed to be beyond hope. Her last wishes were to convalesce at home with her beloved husband and her beloved cat by her side. Unfortunately, her husband had passed away suddenly a few days before and she was at home, in her bed, too sick to attend the funeral which was in progress. Her family had become concerned and had decided that a trip to the hospital was necessary. I agreed, even though there was nothing that any paramedic or hospital could do to alleviate this poor woman’s suffering.

So it was a sad scene all around. We loaded her up on our cot and wheeled her into her living room when she became concerned and would not let us leave the house until we locked her beloved cat in the bathroom to keep it from, I don’t know, shredding the curtains or something. I was picked, because as is well known in my region, “CK likes cats”.

I found fluffy hiding behind a couch, pretending to be scared from all of the bodies in the room. Little did I know she was just pretending to be scared, and was really plotting our ultimate destruction. She came to me after a little bit of coaxing, and I picked her up and carried her from the living room, down the short hallway, and entered the bathroom.

The cat, who had been waiting for his minute to strike once I had been thinned from the herd, realized that I was planning to lock him in the bathroom and deployed his needle-sharp, slashing claws of doom and wrestled himself from my hold. I tried to grab him as he got to the floor and began running towards the bathroom door which was towards my back. I reached down and backwards for him, catching hold of him on his back. He slashed and squirmed towards the door, pulling me down and backwards with every razor sharp undulation.

So here’s the scene, I’m bending over backwards for this cat and was falling for his evil plot. Finally I lost my balance and fell. I rolled out of the bathroom backwards, head over heels into a perfect back flip. The fire crew, my partner, the police officer, and the family heard the commotion and witnessed my epic fail which I punctuated by crashing forcefully into the wall of the hallway. For his part, the cat sauntered back into the living room, sat down, looked at the rest of the people there, and licked his chops in a dare to any other would-be hero that would dare to try and cage him again.

No one dared. He stayed out and the patient went to the hospital.

So back to my daring rescue, this call was in the forefront of my mind as I climbed the 24 foot ladder and hoisted the roof ladder onto the small roof. It only fit about halfway on, so I made sure that the hooks were firmly set in the shingles. I knew what cats were capable of. I eased myself onto the ladder and crawled up to the peak of the roof. The cat was on the other side, away from the protection of my roof ladder. I slowly eased myself down the slick, steep, rain-soaked roof towards the cat who was patiently waiting in the gutter at the edge of the roof. I wasn’t as concerned as I should have been, because there was only a 14 foot drop at this side of the roof. I eased towards the cat saying “here kitty” and “I’ve got cheezburgers in my truck and yes you can has one” to her as I got to the edge. I was just able to get my hand on the nape of her neck and was able to grab the scruff. I picked her up out of the gutter and…

No I didn’t fall off, but the cat wrested herself from my grasp and while I was grabbing for my balance she walked up the roof and down to the other side. She sat right down in the gutter on the edge in the furthest possible spot from my roof ladder. At this point of the roof, due to the slope of the yard, there was a sheer 25 foot drop onto a rock garden.

Crap.

Because then I remembered another call, a fire this time. I responded 3rd engine in fresh from the scene of a mutual-aid brush fire. When we got there, we found the other two engines and a truck company had knocked most of the fire down on a single-story ranch type home. They had found a fully-involved attached garage when they arrived on scene and had made a good stop. Now, it was mostly overhaul that needed to be done. The homeowner however, was standing in the driveway begging the IC to rescue his cat that was still inside.

Cue the ominous music when the IC looked at me and remembered “CK likes cats”.

I went in the smoke-filled house with Lt. Tuna in full-gear and SCBA. We searched three rooms and located the cat in the far bedroom of the house. Lt. Tuna secured the doorway to the room to prevent the cat from escaping and I was tapped to go get the cat.

“Nice Kitty” did not like his house being on fire. He especially did not like alien-looking firefighters in full gear trying to grab him. I struggled and flopped around the bedroom chasing the cat. He finally made it to the headboard of the bed. I launched myself prone onto the bed and got a thick-gloved hand on him. He ran to the side, I rolled long ways on the bed onto my back and got another hand on him.

I had
him! Then I realized that I was on a… a waterbed with my hands stretched out over my head onto the headboard holding a sharp kitty who was rapidly finding out new ways to penetrate my leather firefighting gloves with his sharp teeth.

I think that this would be a good firefighting drill. Wear your 70 pounds of firefighting gear and an air pack, sprawl out supine on a water bed, and try to self rescue while holding a cat. I call it the “Ckemtp” drill.

I was stuck, much to the amusement of Lt. Tuna who entered the room, wrapped the cat in a towel, and carried him out of the residence. He left me there to flop around on the waterbed for a while until I was able to roll off of it, hit the floor, and crawl out a broken man.

When I got out of the house, the owner was petting the *really pissed* kitty and was trying to stuff him into a waiting kennel. I did not intervene, I had had enough.

So now this call was knocking around in my brain as I edged ever closer to the sheer drop to rescue gutter-kitty. Joe, another firefighter, had climbed the ladder by this point and handed me a net that had been given to him by the animal control officer.

“The cat’s over there” the animal control expert called up from the ground.

“Thanks” I said.

Joe climbed onto the roof and Capt. Mike moved the ladder closer to the cat and then climbed up to help. The three of us edged closer to the kitty. I nudged him with the net, Joe prevented escape, and Capt. Mike reached over from the safety of the ladder, grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck, and placed him in the net.

Mission accomplished. I think that the cat let himself get caught though. Probably because my promise of a cheezburger in the truck had sounded better to him than did lapping up freshly splatted firefighters. Man was he ticked when he got placed in the Animal Control Officer’s van and found out I didn’t have one. I could hear him squalling as the guy walked back up to us.

“Thanks for getting the cat” He said.

“Just doin’ My Job Sir. Just Doin My Job.”

But I know that the cat’s out there. He’s plotting his revenge. He doesn’t sleep… he waits.

 

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Wow, that takes me back… A paramedic ruminates

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The other day I was up at the station having a conversation with one of our firefighters when she described a call where she found that “this guys legs were like, all messed up. They were like every which way and stuff. Gross”

Now while I have to give credit to great medical terminology where credit is due, I find it amazing how conversations like this can pull me into my own mental imagery. After ten short, well-paid, and relaxing years on the ambulance (ha!), I’ve got, well a few mental images stored up in the ol’ dusty recesses of my mind that pop randomly into the forefront of my mental picture show. I can’t turn them off. It’s completely random with what stimuli will trigger a vivid memory. One minute I’ll be walking up some stairs somewhere, and the next I’ll be mentally carrying someone down some staircase somewhere on a stairchair while the patient continuously pukes on me.

“It’s ok Ma’am”, I’d say. “People tend to puke on me. I get that a lot.”

So, after hearing this most eloquent firefighter describing her “all messed up legs” call, I found myself in the front seat of an ambulance.

This was some time ago, for some service I might have worked for somewhere. I was driving and New Medic partner was riding shotgun. He was describing his most recent fling while I was living vicariously through him describing his most recent fling. This was well before Gkemtb made my life Awesome, so it’s ok. We were headed to BigNun Hospital for a transfer.

“Dispatch to Ambo 74″ Crackled the radio. “Copy Code-3″

“Sweet!” I love getting called off of transfers. NM got out his trusty notepad to write down the address as the tones dropped out.

“dooooooo doooooooo” Went the tones. “Medic 74 respond Code 3 with Blueberry Hill fire. I-333 at the 34 and a half mile marker for the one vehicle roll-over. State police are advising to expedite”

“Cool!” I love trauma, always have. There isn’t a medic alive who doesn’t like good trauma. Sure it’s sad (see: Splashed Sadness) but nonetheless good, adrenaline pumping trauma gets the heart beating.

NM partner, however, being a New Medic Partner, acknowledged the call and said “Uh, Ck? I haven’t had a good trauma yet and I don’t know how I’m gonna do”

“I gotcha buddy, just follow my lead” I said as I flipped on the twinkles and woo-woo’s and headed out to the Interstate. When we got onto the Interstate traffic was a mess. We were shoulder riding through stopped traffic the whole way. Our lane was stopped dead and the other line was completely devoid of cars. That’s never a good sign. It means that both interstate lanes are blocked at the accident scene and traffic can’t proceed in either direction because the incident is blocking both lanes… either that or there’s gawkers in the other lane. Both aren’t good.

After a while of fighting traffic, fire arrived on scene and asked for our ETA before giving their scene size up.

“About a minute” was my reply.

We arrived on scene and found an image that is burned into my brain to this day. The vehicle, a half-ton white pickup truck, had obviously rolled multiple times coming to rest on its wheels perpendicular in the roadway with the passenger’s side facing the ambulance as we pulled up. The patient’s head and torso was hanging out of the passenger’s side window. The patient was face-down with his chest resting on the window about the level of his nipple line. I can still see the 6 inch wide streak of red dripping down onto the pavement from the patient down the passenger’s door. The red blood contrasted sharply against the dirty white paint of the truck.

We called on scene, hopped out of the ambulance, and grabbed our gear.

“He’s conscious and in a lot of pain” one of the firefighters told us as we approached the truck. I had NM stay outside of the truck as I crawled into the open driver’s side door.

The truck was a mess. Apparently the patient was a construction worker as evidenced by the amount of unsecured tools that had bounced around the truck as it rolled, impacting against the unsecured driver countless times and causing a lot of trauma. An open soda bottle had sprayed its contents all over the scene and the patient as well, giving everything a sugary sweet smell that comingled with the bitter smell of the blood that had splashed onto everything.

But that wasn’t what surprised me.

The patient was face down, hanging out the passenger’s side window. A bystander who identified her as a “nurse” had been supporting his shoulders, head, and neck which were outside the truck. Inside, I was shocked to find that his legs had been completely dislocated from the pelvis on down. It was grotesque. Every one of the joints in both of his legs had been dislocated and twisted. His feet pointed backwards, his knees rotated sideways with one being wrapped around the gear shift pointing oppositely from where it should be. His other was wrapped underneath him. Nothing was in anatomic position.

Gross.

And the patient… yea, he was awake and alert to feel all of this.

“Dispatch from Medic 74″ I said, urgently. “Send us the Helicopter. Blueberry Hill fire will be the LZ coordinator. LZ will be the Interstate. Traffic is completely blocked southbound from the scene.”

“Captain, I’m calling in the bird to transport. Can you land it on the roadway?”

“Sure thing” said the BHFD captain on scene, as he grabbed a crew to set up the landing zone.

“Hey NM, whatcha got up there?” I asked. He’d gotten vitals. The Pt was understandably tachycardic but he had a pretty good blood-pressure. Respirations were rapid and shallow. His o2 sat was 100% on the 15-litres-per-minute by non-rebreather mask that NM had put him on. He was in the process of putting the patient in a cervical collar when I asked.

So at this point I had pretty much no good ideas on how to get this guy out of the truck. His legs were just plain FUBAR’ed to use the term correctly. I couldn’t roll him onto his back with his legs the way they were and I couldn’t figure out a way to get them back into shape in the close quarters of the truck. I palpated down the length of the long bones in his legs and couldn’t feel anything that was broken other than the obvious joint dislocations. Finding distal pulses in the feet was pretty much out of the question with his thick boots on. On top of that, now the patient was beginning to actually feel the position he was in and was beginning to moan in pain.

“NM, any ideas on how we’re going to get this guy out from up there?” I asked.

“Aren’t you supposed to be here to figure that out?” was his reply.

After deliberating for a moment, I came up with a bright idea. I had the fire guys get our cot out with two backboards. My idea was to rest a backboard just underneath the passenger’s side window and slide the patient onto it, face down. His legs? Well… I figured that the damage had already been done to them and that since I would probably have to realign them anyway to restore distal circulation that I would just guide them out as they lifted and pulled him onto the backboard from the outside.

I recruited a wide-eyed EMT-Basic firefighter for the inside part of the plan.

“Here’s what I want to do y’all” I talk southern sometimes when I’se stressed.

“We’re going to sandwich him between two backboards. Y’all on the outside are going to lift and pull him onto a board face first. Me and this guy are going to guide him out from this side.” I calmly stated. “Everyone ready?”

“Um, you sure about this CK?” asked the wide-eyed FF/EMT-B. “Yea, you take this leg ‘cuz it’s not as bad. I’ll take (gulp) this one” I assured him.

“Sir?” I asked our conscious patient. “Get ready. There just isn’t any good w
ay to say this… it’s going to hurt a bit. You may want to take a deep breath.”

“Everybody ready? On the count of three. 1-2-3 go!”

They pulled and lifted and slid. The FF/EMT-B and I twisted and guided the rubbery legs around the gear shift and from under the seat. For his part, the patient uttered barely a whimper.

The legs, and this is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen a human body do, simply “rubber banded” back into position. It was fast and easy the way they just snapped back into place. Freaky like. The patient slid right onto the board and onto the cot.

I hopped out of the truck and over to the patient. We placed a backboard on his back, picked him up between both of them and rotated him into the correct position. I then went to the truck to set up IV lines and let NM stay there to continue packaging the patient.

I ran down two IV lines as they were bringing the patient into the ambulance. I could hear the helicopter landing in the distance.

“Make him naked” I told a FF/EMT-B from the Fire Dept. Using one of my trademarked lines as I tossed him my trauma shears. He did, and to my amazement his legs, save for some abrasions here and there, didn’t look too bad. He had strong pulses in both feet as well.

I completed a head-to-toe trauma assessment as NM popped in a 14gauge IV. The helicopter medic entered and got another 14 in his other arm. We gave our passdown to the flight crew, finished the packaging, trauma assessment, and IVs and handed the patient off to them. They had kept the engine running on the helicopter for a “hot load”.

I hate hot loads. Something about walking under the spinning main rotor blade of a helicopter gives me the willies. We did though, wheeled our cot under the blades to load the patient in the bird. The chopper took off in a cloud of dust, taking the patient the 5 minute flight to the level 1 trauma center.

“So, NM. Was it good for you?” I asked him as we started cleaning up our truck. It was just plain destroyed with all of the treatment we gave this guy. We cleared the scene unavailable and out of service to return to the base hospital to restock and decontaminate the truck.

“I think that I like trauma” NM said. See? Everybody likes a good trauma now and then.

After cleaning, restocking, and returning the truck to service at our base hospital which happened to be the level 1 trauma center where the patient came to, we checked in with the ER doc.

“Hey, how’d the patient turn out?” We asked.

“Not too bad, he’s already up on the floor” Doc answered.

“What’d you find with his legs?” I asked.

“Nothing. His legs were fine. Just the airway and facial trauma. That was pretty much it” He said.

What?? I told him what we had on scene. He was skeptical. He said that he hadn’t found anything with the guy’s legs at all and that they were fine when he checked them.

I never did get a chance to follow up with this guy. I don’t know what ever happened to him. It was pretty common back then with how busy we were, and even more common now with the HIPPA privacy act.

The firefighter I was talking to at the beginning of the story? I dunno what she said while I was in my own little world. Something about lunch?? Hmmm… speaking of which, I remember a time….

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The Current US Economy and EMS: An In-depth look at how this mess will affect 911 in your community

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The Emergency Medical Services industry is a plucky, hard-driven lot these days. We’re the healthcare safety net for every socioeconomic class. When the normal points of entry into the healthcare system fail to catch a disease process or when the unthinkable happens, calling 911 for an ambulance is the best option for most people. In fact, those that truly need us and can’t access us mostly die. Those that do access us enter into the most immediate and highly skilled acute care setting currently available. We catch the uninsured who can’t manage their chronic conditions through primary care. We catch the immediately injured trauma patients from falls and car accidents. We catch the tired, the poor, and the huddled masses with no one else to turn to. We catch the rich who think that 911 is the most direct route to care in the hospital. We treat the homeless in their boxes on the curbside. We treat the athletes who injure themselves on the field. We treat the uninsured small business owners who were so scared to go to a doctor for fear of the bill that they waited too long and their lives are in danger. We treat the naked drunks swigging tequila straight from the bottle while peeing into their shoe. We treat the scared elderly lady who may have taken too much of her medication regimen. We treat everyone, regardless of their ability to pay, in their time of perceived need.

And we’re stretched to our limit and something may have to give.

“Emergency Medical Services” or “EMS” systems are complex organizations made up of multiple players from different disciplines. Everyone knows the title “Paramedic”, some know the term “Emergency Medical Technician” or “EMT”, and some still occasionally utter the detestable term “Ambulance Driver” relegating today’s highly trained and equipped Paramedics to the level of yesterday’s pioneers who simply drove really fast in hearses borrowed from the local funeral home. In just about every community in the United States ambulances are just a phone call away. Almost everyone has access to the 911 system and almost everyone knows just who the first people they want to see at their side when the unthinkable happens. No one gives us a moment’s thought until that time though, and that may prove deadly as our country’s economic woes drag on. Ambulances, with their “duty to act” and care for anyone who calls for them anytime they call for whatever reason, rely on the Fee-for-Service model to pay their bills. Communities are generally mandated by law to provide for ambulance service within their jurisdiction and this creates a problem. The fee-for-service model relies only on income from billing those whom can pay only when the ambulance transports them to a destination. This leaves a large amount of time when the ambulance is in service but not occupied with a call, with at least two crew members on duty, when the ambulance service cannot recoup any fees for its time. Some communities supplement their services with tax dollars; however this model places a disproportionate burden on property-tax payers who demographically are not the ones who most call for ambulance services. The homeless, the transient, and the person just-driving-through-town don’t pay those property taxes but are entitled to the same level of service as the tax payers, whether they can pay the fee for service or not. Ambulance services have come to survive on these property tax revenues and insurance payments from those with insurance. While governmental organizations like Medicare and Medicaid do pay a highly discounted rate, usually paying several hundred dollars less than what is billed by the service and usually paying months after the transport occurred, they are not covering the true costs of treating their patients.

Industry experts are forecasting that the current US economy will hit the EMS industry very hard in the coming months. As factories and commercial entities close their doors, the people losing their jobs lose their employer-provided health insurance. This is a double-edged sword, because in addition to the former employees becoming newly uninsured, the shuttered facilities populating the tax plots are not pumping the industrial and commercial tax rates into the coffers that are the trickle of life into the ambulance services. That dwindling tax revenue is the small lifeline that keeps them in-service during the times when they are sitting idle, ready for the next call, or are transporting those who just cannot pay. Combine these facts with the fact that the now-uninsured people will begin to defer primary and preventative medical care until their chronic or non-diagnosed conditions become so severe that they must call an ambulance, placing yet another patient on the stretcher with no possible way to pay the bill.

We have a problem. Paramedics and EMTs have always done spectacular things with very little resources. Unfortunately, it looks like even the most dedicated and talented innovators in the Emergency Medical Services may not be able to solve this problem. Paramedics, the highest level of pre-hospital (or Field) medical provider are already woefully underpaid and in smaller communities, most acutely in the rural areas, they are already working close to and over 100 hours per week in most cases. Paramedics and EMTs have borne the burden of the overtaxed and underfunded EMS systems for the last few decades. By working for low wages and accepting forced overtime as a way of life in order to feed their families, they have kept the doors going up and the trucks going out of ambulance bases throughout the nation. Their dedication, and in my case, an addiction, to their work has kept the rest of us safe. Unfortunately, this tenuous system of depending on the altruistic tendencies of emergency medical providers is being hit by the economic collapse as well. For over a decade, there has been an acute paramedic shortage that has received far less press than the nursing shortage. In good part, this is caused by the long amount of schooling required to gain entry into the profession coupled by the low pay and long hours that forces the young, idealistic new paramedics to seek other careers that pay more substantially when they age and acquire things like families, mortgages, and responsibilities. Those that stay have gained a pseudo benefit from this shortage from the upward pressure on wages given by the law of supply and demand as well as the ample opportunities for them to take on second and third jobs (I have three).

However, that short-lived benefit is probably over. EMS professionals work in many capacities, some working only in part-time or “as needed” positions, and some working in strictly volunteer roles. Former full-time EMS professionals who left the profession for greener pastures seem to have been keeping their certifications up-to-date by completing the required continuing education. These people view their EMS licensure as marketable parts of their resumes and as their current non-EMS employers are facing layoffs and/or outright closings, these people are returning to reclaim their jobs in EMS. For the first time in many careers, EMS employers are seeing something they have never before witnessed: More applicants than there are positions. This is a sea change in most EMS organizations. Services have responded by hiring paramedics and EMTs to fill shifts that would regularly be covered by their current employees working built-in overtime. Consequently, the additional hours that the current paramedics depended on to swell their paychecks in place of higher wages have disappeared. Personally, my yearly salary has been halved and I am not alone. Without the upward pressure on wages caused by the former paramedic shortage, our wages will collapse. This puts the already vulnerable paramedics, who have highly-skilled jobs and who have been sacrificing themselves for their communities for years, at a real risk of poverty.

The public is largely unaware of what goes on in the back of an ambulance. An “Advanced Life Support”
or “ALS” ambulance is staffed by at least one paramedic and combines the care of an Emergency Room with the care of an Intensive Care Unit. Paramedics have the abilities to administer close to sixty emergency medications, perform limited emergency surgery skills, receive training in and perform the same Advanced Cardiac Life Support skills as physicians, and bring close to the first hour of emergency room care to wherever their patient happens to be. Paramedic training is college level education that takes almost four years of intensive class work to attain licensure and then takes well over one hundred hours of continuing education to maintain per licensure cycle. Basic Life Support, or “BLS” ambulances staffed by EMTs provide life-saving stabilization skills and front-line emergency medications for the most severe of medical emergencies. Both are your best friend when you need them. Most communities have realized cost-savings for little detriment by combining ALS resources with BLS resources, such as by staffing an ambulance with one Paramedic and one EMT, or by sending a Paramedic ambulance out with a BLS first-response unit. There are other models as well. The bigger cities tend to use all ALS resources, with Paramedics on fire apparatus responding with dual paramedic ambulance. While this is the model most favored by the firefighters’ union, ongoing research shows that this most-expensive method may actually prove detrimental to patient outcomes. Communities need to become familiar with how their ambulance service is being delivered, the companies or organizations that deliver it, and the capabilities that their ambulances have. A solution that works for one jurisdiction may not necessarily work for another. The public has to get involved because at this point, everything is at stake.

It is important to note that ambulances are not limited only to 911 emergency responses. Paramedics are experts in acute care and are the masters or mobile healthcare. Ambulances, by definition, move patients from point “A” to point “B”. These points need not always be from an emergency scene to the emergency room. A good deal of ambulance services provide non-emergency transportation services for patients too weak to travel by any other means. This may be to and from nursing homes for routine appointments, hospital discharges, or even to doctor’s appointments as well as for myriad other reasons. In urban areas, entire private ambulance companies use this as their sole mission. In smaller areas, the community ambulance services use these non-emergent transports as revenue generators to supplement their 911 emergency coverage. For the most part, these services are paid for by Medicare and Medicaid as the patients who are sick enough to need an ambulance as their sole mode of transportation are too sick to work and too sick to generate any income or to have insurance. For their part, Medicare and Medicaid do their best to deny and withhold whatever payment they may finally decide to pay and have created labyrinths of paperwork and forms that must be completed perfectly so that they will agree to be billed. Laws also exist to disallow ambulance providers from ever billing the patients directly if Medicare or Medicaid decides not to pick up the tab, leaving the ambulance service to eat the cost of the transport. In my ambulance, I have to obtain four separate signatures from every patient every time so that my employer can either bill the patient or their insurance, or submit the claim to Medicare/Medicaid. Ever try to convince an unconscious patient to sign their name? What about their panicked spouse? The government has placed the same regulations on the ambulances that it has on the hospitals and clinics. However, it doesn’t work in the pre-hospital environment. Where a hospital emergency room has the ability to provide clerical staff, I have to tend to my dying patient while convincing them to sign a form.

To answer this crisis, some communities have closed their own services and combined with neighboring communities. Some have privatized public services. Some have, like Columbus, OH have even considered the fallacy of downgrading their entire system from ALS to BLS. While I do not agree with Columbus’s proposal, I do agree that communities must seek out the most efficient way to provide EMS services for their community and some of those solutions are privately held. I would strongly caution against simply downgrading the already dismal wages paid to paramedics and EMTs but I would say that the answer may very well lie in asking Paramedics to take on more tasks and different roles. There is something to be learned from the UK model of the “Rapid Response Paramedic” and the “Emergency Care Practitioner”. These are specialized and higher-educated paramedics that respond to medical incidents with a higher-level of knowledge and responsibility than their ambulance paramedics. They could be considered the equivalent of our US “Physicians’ Assistant” (PA-C) or “Nurse Practitioner” (ARNP). These paramedics respond to the patient’s request, perform an assessment and diagnosis, and can refer patients to the most appropriate level of care for their condition. Sometimes the care is an emergent ambulance to an ER (or Accident & emergency) in the UK, sometimes it is a referral to the front of the line for their normal family doctor, and sometimes it is on-scene diagnosis and treatment for their condition. Currently, US paramedics cannot legally diagnose an illness. Even obvious fractures are given “Field Diagnoses” of “probable” fractures, even though they are treated the same way. Studies have shown that paramedics can reliably diagnose the presence of a spinal fracture and an acute heart attack with almost 100% accuracy being documented. Common medical conditions are routinely “field diagnosed” correctly by paramedics and definitive care is provided on scene to those patients, with either the patient signing off “against medical advice” or being given a quick ride to the ER to be “blessed” by the ER physician and quickly discharged to home. I cannot even count how many times I have “sweetened” a diabetic patient with low blood sugar by starting an IV, administering sugar through the IV thereby fixing their immediate problem, and then allowing the patient to sign a refusal of ambulance transport form. It’s been in the thousands. In most cases, since I cannot legally “diagnose” the patient’s condition, my service cannot bill the patient for the care. The current laws only allow us to bill for transporting the patient to the ER. These treatments are free for the patient and are very expensive for our service.

If paramedics were allowed to make legal medical diagnoses, devise and follow treatment plans, and either “Treat and Release” patients or refer them to more appropriate medical care other than the ER when medically appropriate, they could make a massive difference in the overall cost of healthcare nationwide. The ER is the most expensive form of healthcare. When medically appropriate, it is life saving. However, with more and more people turning to the ER for primary health care, the system is overburdened to the breaking point. If you’ve ever attempted to seek care at even a mid-size city’s ER for a serious but not-life-threatening medical condition, you’ve experienced the hours-long wait time for care. By allowing Paramedics to diagnose, treat, and determine the most medically appropriate treatment path for patients we could alleviate the congestion, defer minor medical problems to less-costly but still appropriate medical care, and fix small problems right on the street. Imagine that an ALS ambulance responds to a 30 something male patient with the common complaint of “difficulty breathing”. The paramedics would listen to the patient’s lung sounds, take his vital signs, check his blood oxygen level, and would probably even attach the patient to a heart monitor to rule out a cardiac problem. As it stands now, the paramedics would determine the appropriate treatments for the patient and perform them. Imagine that the p
atient had a simple case of bronchitis. The paramedics might give a breathing treatment and transport the patient to the ER where he would most probably be released with a prescribed inhaler and an appropriate antibiotic. However, if the paramedics could do the same thing in the patient’s residence, they would have saved whoever is paying for the patient’s medical care thousands of dollars.

This would require some changes in the system that some in the industry will not be comfortable with. First, paramedic education would have to be fundamentally altered to require a degree (which it currently does not) and more classes would have to be added. Secondly, the legal status of the profession would have to be changed. Insurance companies and other payers will have to work with the industry to develop fee-schedules for paramedic care. Laws would have to be changed to alter the paramedics’ scope of practice. I believe that it is worth it to realize the immense cost savings and also that insurance companies will jump at the chance to realize these overall savings, even if it means increasing monies paid to ambulance services. Paramedics’ responsibilities, and remuneration, would subsequently rise.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. The economy has challenges in store for the Emergency Medical Services. However, there is a bright spot on the horizon. EMS has languished over the last decade under the control of those with political agendas. The people returning to EMS or coming to full-time EMS that have worked in other private sector industries are bound to bring their various expertise and experience to EMS. I don’t believe that they will accept the status quo and will break through the current barriers holding our profession back.

Then we can move about the real work of our profession, which is caring for everyone whenever and wherever they need us.

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The current US economy and EMS – An unexplored potential

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I’m not one to be consumed by doom-and-gloom type news stories on the state of the economy. I firmly believe that in most cases macroeconomic forces do not generally affect the pocketbooks of individuals. A wise man once said that if you choose not to participate in an economic downturn and instead innovate, strive, and meet all challenges head-on you can and will thrive in any economy.

But this particular time in our history seems to have gotten me down lately, as you can see from some of my past posts which are included in this one. Read this one for the message though, it’s important.

See also “Why Does Being a Paramedic Seem So Worthless” and then please come back to this one.

There is starting to be quite a bit written in the trade journals and big online sites regarding how the economic collapse will affect EMS and the ambulance industry overall. It has been said by others, and I believe it too, that as people lose their jobs and therefore their employer-provided health insurance they are going to be less likely to seek out expensive primary care and will default more to the 911 system and the ER when their condition worsens to the point where they cannot manage. This will affect the EMS system twofold: First, with increased call volumes as people depend more on the healthcare safety net that is the EMS system; and second as more of these patients who have lost their health insurance will not be able to afford to pay for their ambulance care. More of these people will be self pay. Combine that with the already minuscule reimbursement rates from programs like Medicare and Medicaid coupled with the increased demands placed on them by uninsured and unemployed people who now qualify for these programs and we have a real problem on our hands.

With personal finance issues, as coached by excellent books such as “Rich Dad, Poor Dad” by Robert Kyosaki (which you should go to your local bookstore and buy right now if you haven’t) I believe that financial health is increased by creating multiple streams of revenue to swell your pocketbook. Most EMS people, at least in my neck of the woods, do this already by working a full-time and a part-time job. I have three jobs and also support my revenue streams by taking on database projects, MS Excel problem-solving (E-mail me! J
proems1@yahoo.com) and by those nifty Google AdSense ads you see on this blog in a few places. Some people build revenue generating assets, like rental property or by holding instruments that gain value over time. I’m not a financial professional (”never take financial advice from a poor paramedic” is the first thing they teach you in Stockbroker school) so don’t take my advice as such.

I keep hinting that I will write a post about EMS obtaining more revenue streams, stay tuned. I believe that the “fee for service” model for EMS has failed and will write about it soon.

However, there is another phenomenon within this economic downturn that I haven’t seen anyone address as of yet. It involves the fact that when EMS people reach a certain age and age in the profession they tend to gather houses, families, and responsibilities. They realize at that point (and I’m there, don’t you doubt) that their love of the profession is outweighed by their need to increase their income. A lot of them leave the profession for jobs with shorter hours and bigger paychecks. A lot of them further their education beyond the EMS certification level to the degree level that will launch them into a new career. In addition, in smaller communities with volunteer services or with services that allow people to work part-time there are EMS people who work full-time in other industries. It is a tragedy for an experienced EMS professional to leave the field, but it has become an unfortunate rite of passage for many.

See Also: “The Profession that is EMS” – And then please come back, I’m getting to a point soon, I promise.

These people in other industries that hold EMS credentials and have maintained them since leaving a full-time EMS job, downsizing to a part-time or volunteer only role, or have never worked full-time but are credentialed volunteers are losing their jobs. I know five licensed EMTs that worked good-paying jobs in other industries that lost their jobs to layoffs or outright closings.

Newsflash to some: These people view their EMS certifications as marketable credentials on their resumes. They are applying for EMS jobs in droves. For the first ten years of my career there had always been a paramedic shortage. The rules have changed, and people are flocking to open EMS positions in droves. The paramedic shortage has ended. This is a game-changer. Where in the past, dismal compensation for EMS people had at least been buoyed by the law of supply and demand pushing wages higher in the face of a limited workforce, the future does not look like it will have the same rules.

Does this kill our wages? Does the coming overabundance of EMS people drastically lower our wages, making our jobs truly “a-dime-a-dozen”? Look at all of the minimum wage positions you know. They all share one thing in common: low barriers to entry. McDonalds’ Restaurants employ people whose only qualifications are a nice smile and/or the ability to get to work on time. They make minimum wage. Our industry’s barrier to entry? An 8 week EMT-B class. Paramedic school is much harder and longer, but is certainly achievable by someone who could manage a restaurant or do some other like job with the requisite cognitive abilities. People see our industry as stable and almost recession-proof because people will always become ill and get injured. They’re right… but it’s no fun if we’re making as much as the guy who flips our hamburgers.

Don’t panic. As the eternal optimist I actually see a benefit to the above. While our wages could drastically deflate overnight (not that they could go much lower), there is a big potential for benefit here. The people who have stayed in the profession have generally been able to do so for a few reasons: They were promoted into a management role that pays better than the Street Medics make. They bought and/or founded a service and make income off of company profits. Or, they just aren’t cut out to do anything else in life for um, whatever reason. These people are who are running the industry in most areas of the country folks, and some of them are intelligent, dedicated, and consummate professionals who truly care and strive for excellence. Some of them are the other kind. Who do you know more of?

When people who have deep experience in other industries, have solid educational credentials, and have experience and knowledge regarding how business really works reenter the profession and find the current state of EMS I’m willing to bet they get mad. Then, I’ll bet that they begin to work to change it. These returning EMS people have the potential to breathe new life into a stagnating profession. Their ideas gained from experience in other areas will bring vibrancy and rejuvenation to an industry ran by people whose only qualifications and ideas come from EMS classes.

Folks, this is our “Bailout” and it brings me a combined sense of terror and optimism (”Terroptimism” Hey! I coined a phrase!). No matter what happens, I never see the collapse of EMS in our future. We’re vital and are ingrained into the fabric of our society. There may be dark times ahead, but it is always darkest before the dawn.

I see a coming renaissance. How about you?

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Shoutout to EpiJunky

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EpiJunkie over at PinkWarmandDry wrote a post summarizing her thoughts and feelings as she watched one of her patients die in front of her during the whole M. Jackson thing.

Really, she sums it up exceptionally well.

My thoughts on the MJ thing are this. Who cares? People die all the time. Some deserve to moreso than others. Yes, that’s pretty callous… but the media doesn’t celebrate the lives of the people who they should. I’ve had good friends pass over the years, we all have. There were around 600 people at my father’s funeral (in a town of 400 people) and we didn’t even have media coverage. He was the small town fire chief and had spent his life helping his community and saving others. MJ sang some catchy songs.

I know that the media isn’t in touch any more, but the MJ thing illustrates just how out of touch with reality that they are.

She says it better than I do: http://pinkwarmdry.com/blog/2009/07/my-reality/

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Some resources I use daily

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One of my jobs that I don’t blog about much happens to be for an agency that is responsible for responding to disasters. I don’t write about it much, because I want this job to be about my first professional love, which is EMS. However, with this job, I have had the opportunity to travel the nation and meet some awesome people. I’ve gotten in on a lot of cool things and have done things that I wouldn’t have gotten to do without the job. It’s facinating to get a federal eye view of emergency response and there are some publicly available resources that I’d like to post up here. I read these every day and you should too, if you’re interested in these kinds of things.

http://www.fema.gov/emergency/reports/index.shtm – FEMA’s National Situation Report (SitRep)

Every day, the Office of Preparedness and Response puts out the National Sitrep. The publicly available version is published up here on weekdays. It includes vital statistics, upcoming disaster-type threats, wildfire stats, and briefings on national disasters. I read it to see where I might be going on a day-to-day basis. Usually I stay home and run EMS and Fire, but for a few months each year I get to be on-call. Yesterday I placed myself on call and I’m subject to 48hrs notice to be somewhere in the country to do something.

Who knows, maybe Ckemtp is coming to a town near you!

(Interesting side note: I spent a good part of my summer in LaPorte, IN last year. I have a regular reader from there that never comments *ahem*. I wanna know how the fishing is going! Leave a comment!)

The other every site I visit this time of year is the National Hurricane Center – www.nhc.noaa.gov – If you’re in the potential path of a hurricane, you should visit this site, a lot. Most of the other weather outlets just parrot this information. This is the most up-to-date.

Sorry about the slow posting lately, folks. I’m working on a few things for your enjoyment. Gonna need a lot of participation from my visitors though. I want to remake EMS and we’re going to have to band together. Ya in?

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