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Look for the Helpers

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“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.”

― Fred Rogers

I was planning on writing a happy piece this holiday season. It would have been about family, togetherness, hope, and all of the things the holidays are supposed to truly mean. While I celebrate Christmas at my home, I was planning on speaking of other peoples’ traditions as well. I wanted to tell everyone to have a Merry Christmas or a Happy Hanukkah, and I would have given other appropriate seasonal salutations to those who may celebrate different traditions. This piece was supposed to be about the happy, good things that this time of year is supposed to represent to us all.

And it still is, actually.

The above quote from Mr. Fred Rogers is absolutely appropriate right now. With the recent horrific events that have unfolded in our local area and the nation in the last two weeks it is important to be reminded of the good things that we’re supposed to remember during this season. Mr. Rogers's quote helps us bring that back into perspective. We will always see reminders of the fact that bad things will happen to good people and I fear that we will always struggle with trying to find the reason why. Truthfully, the fact that bad things happen is the reason EMS people have something to do. If bad things never happened then we wouldn’t need paramedics, EMTs, Firefighters, Police Officers, or the military. If bad things never happened, we could go about our lives in relative peace.

And as unfortunate as it is, the fact that bad things happen is a truth of the human condition.

If bad things never happened to good people we wouldn’t be able to see the other side of tragedy. We wouldn’t see the helpers. If bad things never happened we wouldn’t be exposed to the most powerful aspects of humanity. We wouldn’t see compassion. We wouldn’t see heroism. If bad things never happened we couldn’t experience how people come together for good and cause real good to happen in this world. If bad things never happened we wouldn’t see the true power of the human spirit. We wouldn’t see the good if we didn’t experience the evil.

If you listen to an emergency radio you will hear a constant drum beat of bad things happening. You will hear about crimes, about fires, about accidents and injuries, and of people becoming ill. It is incessant and unrelenting in most communities and those of us in the public service know that bad things happen at a rate much higher than what most members of the public allow themselves to believe. It can be quite easy to think that the bad is winning if you listen to the radio long enough. I counter, however, that for every bad thing you hear on the radio you also hear a miraculous fact shortly thereafter. You hear a response. The good answers the bad. You hear someone helping. You hear the fact that someone has decided to charge into the situation to do as much good as they can within a system that our society has built upon intention of helping and doing good. The bad is immediately met by the good.

My favorite quote by Kurt Vonnegut goes “I can think of no more stirring symbol of man’s humanity to man than a fire engine.” I like it because he trumpets the fact that our society has decided to spend money, effort, and time to help those in need. A fire engine doesn’t judge who it helps, it just helps as it is asked. Firefighters, EMS people, and law enforcement people don’t judge either. We were all called to be helpers and we stand in the company of heroes from all walks of life.

Look around you at your fire station, police station, ambulance base, hospital, or wherever it is you work. Look at your coworkers or your fellow volunteers. When you look at them, realize that you are in the company of a group of people who would risk their lives to help a stranger. Remember that these kinds of people exist in this world. Remember that there are more good people than there are bad people and that there are more helpers in the world than there are those who would seek to cause harm. Remember that good is actually winning, will continue to win, and has already won.

This week as we mourn those lost in the recent shooting incidents, the tragic crash of the REACT helicopter, and all of the other bad things that have happened we need to celebrate those who are the helpers. Celebrate the heroes and the good that comes out of the bad. Celebrate the lives of the helpers who were lost. Celebrate and carry on with their spirit of helping.

This piece really is about what the holidays represent. Hug your children, hug your families, help those in need, celebrate the good in your life and remember what life is truly about. God bless the helpers. God bless the good in life and the fact that there is so much of it to see when we open our eyes. The bad may be shocking, but the good is much more powerful.

Merry Christmas.

Issues: I’m Scared of something, Have a Rhythm, and A New Column Up, Too.

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First off, my newest column is up over at JEMS.com – You might like it. I’m challenging the status quo. Like I do:

“EMS Provider Questions 3-Dose Nitro Rule – JEMS.com”

Did you read that and then come back? Good! But if not, I’ll link it again for you at the bottom. I’ve got a few other things that are on my mind today. Like this:

If you haven’t noticed yet, my posts are back in a rhythm.

I’m really enjoying all of the feedback and participation I’m getting on the blog since I’ve been hitting it regularly lately. I’m trying to do good, solid posts on Mondays and Wednesdays, with something on Friday to carry me through the weekend. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I plan on the occasional link love and mention of some of the other great bloggers out there. I hope y’all like the schedule and what I’ve been putting out lately.

But this week? The schedule is a tad off…

I wrote a detailed, strongly worded, journalistic, researched, and somewhat opinionated piece on a topic I care deeply about. It went long, so I broke it into two parts and planned to run it this week on Monday and Wednesday.

However, you’re probably noticing that you aren’t reading that post right now. That’s because the post scares me.

I am playing with fire with this post. Literally. It involves a burning issue that’s impacting a fire department that I am very familiar with. They, in turn, are very familiar with me. Their city council just voted to end their ambulance service in a move that they deemed purely financial. In the piece, I gave them strong advice and tough love after thoroughly exploring the issue as best as I was able.

But I’m scared to put it up here, honestly.

Any Fire-Based EMS vs. The World issue is a hot issue, fraught with peril for anyone who should so dare offer an opinion that isn’t “FIRE RULES!!! WHAT ARE THOSE IDIOTS WHO DON’T LIKE FIRE DOING!?!?!?!” I didn’t offer that opinion. While I support those firefighters and my good, long-time friends among them, I simply can’t blindly repeat that dogma. This issue is much, much more complex than that and unfortunately for my friends, that dogma isn’t going to work here. It has already failed and it will continue to fail if they continue to use it. The landscape has changed. Down is now up. Dogs and Cats are living together… Mass Hysteria! is happening and they need some new strategies.

Our friend Chief Reason wrote on the topic on his blog over at Fire Engineering and you can read his opinion on the issue I’m talking about here: “City Fires; Chief ‘retires’.  (Oh, and Art? We miss you over here at FEblogs)

Chief Reason does a good job of explaining the issue. I respect that man’s opinion a great deal and always have… and I’m not saying he’s wrong at all. I’m just saying that the argument he’s using to defend the position he’s defending is well… dated. The reality has changed as I have said and that kind of argument just isn’t going to work anymore.

Read Art’s post on the subject for more. I’ve written on it but am holding the post for a while. If anyone from Moline cares to talk about my opinion, I’d be happy to speak on it. However, I didn’t just write it for Moline. There is a much, MUCH wider issue at hand.

Here’s the deal: This thing that happened in Moline? It’s coming to your town. It’s coming to where you live and if you defend yourselves the same way I see them defending themselves, you’re probably going to lose your fight. (Not that I want them to. I support quality EMS in the City of Moline. I have a lot of friends and family that live and work there and I want the EMS there to be the absolute best it can be)

I’m going to think about posting the piece. Till then, if you care to read it before I decide, e-mail me at ProEMS1@yahoo.com or hit me up on Facebook and I’ll send it to you.

Also as I mentioned up at the top, my newest monthly column is up over at JEMS.com – Pop by and have a read. I’m challenging beliefs there, too.

“EMS Provider Questions 3-Dose Nitro Rule – JEMS.com”

Get a Pulse, Get a Steak? Random Incentive

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Tonight the girlfriend and I had the rare opportunity to go out on an actual date. It's getting increasingly rare these days that we have time to do so, what with our schedules, work stuff, and my recent bit of travelling for the other job that I have. It was nice to actually get out, go to a restaurant, and not have to cook or eat bad-for-me fast food on the road.

She and I went to one of our favorite places, a midwestern type joint that specializes in mass quantities of beef. At this place you get to choose a large hunk of absolutely beautiful red meat from their cooler, season it to your liking with the wide variety of spices they have on hand, and then grill it yourself over their huge charcol grill while people bring you your beer. It is a concept that is admittedly getting a little more rare around the midwest, but it's certainly something that I haven't seen anywhere else in the country that I've been. These people have given their customers exactly what they want. All the beef one could possibly eat, a salad bar to go with it, cheap drinks, and a good meal will cost you about $17 bux. Yeah, beat that, California.

I noticed on the menu that the restaurant offers gift cards that employers can give their employees. They are good for a full meal for two and come personalized for the employer. Since I'm always on the lookout for a good way to help reward and motivate good EMS people, I mentioned to the GF that maybe I should buy a couple to give the guys as an occasional "attaboy".

"What would you give them out for?" She asked, then answered "How about every time they resuscitate a code?"

Now THAT is a good idea! I'll call it the "Get a Pulse, Get a Steak" incentive program. That way, every time a crew gets that magical cardiac arrest save they and their significant other get to celebrate by roasting them some posthumous cow. It sure beats knowing that all you've got to look forward to is a lengthy report and a horribly messy ambulance or scene to clean up afterward.

Then again, I'm sure someone will point out that it's just too subjective to base the reward on a code save because as we all know, even when everything is done completely "right", completely by the book, and the crew tries absolutely as hard as they can to get the save it still doesn't usually turn out the way we'd like it to. We all know that is true. It just seemed like a good idea at the time.

Thanks for shooting down my awesome idea, imaginary naysayer.

I've been trying to come up with some innovative ways to motivate, reward, and incentivise the best and brightest EMS people out there to want to come in and do the absolute best job they can for the service and the patients every day over the long term. Money and passion isn't enough to carry everyone along every day, people need more than that sometimes and there's simply no shame in it because we all feel that way at times.

I'd love to hear what you or your service is doing to motivate employees. (And don't tell me it's what they're doing in Louisville, because yeah… not cool)

Also, the steak was amazing.

Thinking about the ones that got away… at Midnight on a Wednesday

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A conversation I had tonight with a very good friend of mine made me think of two older posts that you may not have read. They’re… well they’re very personal posts, but I still read them from time to time when I need to put stuff in my head other than the crap that usually floats around in there these days. Replacing over-thought-about current sadness with past sadness? Who knows if that’s healthy, but sometimes it just has to happen.

Anyway, these two posts are worth a read I think, if you don’t mind an old medic rambling about people he didn’t save in years past.

Thanks, friend. I needed to think about these things tonight.

My first… – My very first cardiac arrest patient

In an Instant – A perspective on a tragic death of a young person after years on the street

Maybe I’ll elaborate on these posts tomorrow… tonight’s not the night for it. I’m on duty and the bunk is calling. Who knew that I’d be shaped so much by my career? It is nights like these where I’m sure that I’m motivated to be a paramedic by things way more important than money… Not that I’ve ever been not sure of that fact… and not that there’s ever really been enough money to convince me otherwise.

Anyway, enjoy the above links. They’re in my brain tonight. I hope you like them.

Remebering My Father, Chief Richard A. Kaiser

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I was walking out of a nursing home last night after a simple transport when my brother sent me a text. We talk fairly often; my brother and I, so this wasn’t very significant… except for this text said “11 years today, RIP Richard Kaiser.”

And I hadn’t remembered.

Has it really been 11 years? Did my father, Chief Richard Kaiser really pass away 11 years ago? 11 years? Eleven? Years? Has it been that long?

My dad passed away in his sleep, the cause of death being listed as cardiac arrest of an unknown cause. He probably was a victim of Sudden Cardiac Arrest (SCA), possibly precipitated by a heart attack (MI) that he either wasn’t aware he was having, or didn’t report that he was having. My educated guess is that my father ignored chest pain. If I had to guess about my father, the proud, healthy and vigorous man that he was, I would say that he probably felt some chest pain and ignored the symptoms. I’d guess that he believed, as so many of my patients through the years have believed, that his body wasn’t telling him anything important when he chose to go to bed and see how he felt in the morning. I’d guess that he had been experiencing the pain in his chest all day and didn’t choose to do anything about it.

My father was a volunteer Fire Chief in the small town I grew up in for well over a decade. The department and the community there still benefit greatly from his legacy. He owned the hardware store in town, was the president of the town’s small water company, and was the general fix-it man for many of our community members when they needed something done. He was always willing to help out anyone in need and was a genuine example of a genuinely good man. I benefit greatly from having his example to lead me in my own life and I am blessed to have had him for the twenty years that I did. I will always be thankful for his legacy and the path he left me to follow.

I’m a career paramedic and firefighter and I would say that it is probably him that got me interested in the Fire Service, which blossomed into my love of the Emergency Medical Services. Without his lead, I don’t know if I would have gravitated to the ambulance game. Perhaps my bank account would have benefited more so if I had chosen to adopt his entrepreneurial spirit, or even maybe his MacGyver-Like ability to look at something and make it fixed… but I took on his love of helping people. In fact, as his legacy I’ve tried to impart in the kid that I consider to be my own son that “Our family helps people”… and a lot of that comes from my dad.

After he died, I lead an unsuccessful attempt to place AEDs throughout the part of the county where we lived. The area is very rural. In fact, the town I grew up in, Edgington, IL, is an unincorporated bump-on-the-map surrounded by vast amounts of corn and cows. There isn’t even a post-office. The ambulance that responded was actually the first ambulance I ever ran a call in, and it came from 13 miles away staffed with EMT-Basics. An EMT did respond direct to the scene from her house and began CPR, but she wasn’t equipped with a defibrillator… and ALS care was coming from the city 30 miles away. I was an EMT then but I wasn’t home.

Needless to say, when someone drops dead out in that area, they tend to stay that way.

Since my father passed away at age 53, most probably from ignoring pain in his chest, I have been hyper-vigilant on diagnosing and treating heart attacks and chest pain. As a paramedic, my number one pet-peeve is patients who ignore the symptoms of a heart attack and don’t call 911. Trying to “Tough it out” cost me my father. It cost my father his life, and I have got to tell you… there are times in my life since where I really have wished I had him around to talk to. I have tried to stop questioning how different my life would have turned out had my father simply chosen to call 911 and get his symptoms checked out. I have come to terms with the fact that it was his time and that we can’t second-guess or play “what-if”. I’ve even reconciled my feelings that I can’t always be there for everyone all the time, no matter how much I may have wanted to be.

But people who ignore chest pain and other serious medical symptoms simply because they believe they’re tough or that it can’t be happening to them still bug me. My ambulance partners will tell you, I give these people “the speech” where I expound upon the fact that they should always call 911 for chest pain. Sometimes I even get through to them.

In remembrance of my father, Chief Richard A. Kaiser of the Andalusia/Edgington Volunteer Fire Protection District, I am asking each and every one of my readers to do me a favor. Please spend some time evangelizing to your friends, family, and other loved ones that they should never ignore chest pain or other symptoms of a heart attack. Tell them to learn the symptoms and make the call to 911 when they have them. You do the same for yourself. Don’t try to tough it out or do anything stupid like that…

Because I miss my dad.

Call 911 for chest pain. Just FREAKING do it.

If you’d like to share something on your Facebook pages, twitter accounts, or print something out and pass it to your friends, please click on this link: “Heart Attack? Call 911 – Don’t Just Burp” It’s a piece where I write about the same topic… just without this level of emotion behind it. I’d like that piece to go as far around as it can go. If my father’s legacy can save any more lives, this is one of those ways.

Rest in Piece Dad, I love you. Thanks to you all in advance for helping me spread the word.

Lazy EMS – Encouraging the RMA

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I had an EMT friend call me the other day with a problem she’s having at work. After listening to her and being less than helpful, I thought that I’d share this with you and see what you’d all have to say about it. I’ll give you my advice to her, but I didn’t honestly have all that good of advice to give her. Let’s see what you think.

My friend who we’ll call her “Ann” even though that may or may not be her real name, is a former partner of mine. She’s a cool girl. She’s as much of the caring, kind, and competent EMT as you’d ever want in a partner and she’s also pretty fun to work with. I liked working with her and was sad to see her move away. I was happy for her when she got this BLS 911/Transfer job on a “big city” ambulance service, but she’s had some troubles there. Now, I’ve worked with her for a year as one of my regular partners and I know she’s good at what she does. I also know that the reputations of all of the ambulance services in this “Big City” aren’t all that stellar. Frankly, I’d take her word over theirs if I was pressed to answer a about it. 

She called me and asked my opinion on what she should do about a situation that’s developing with a new partner of hers up there in the big city. She explained that this guy is a know-it-all type who encourages RMA’s (refusals, Against-Medical-Advice, etc) on almost every patient. She says that he won’t touch anything unless it’s a true emergency and tries to dissuade every patient who he feels is beneath wasting his valuable BLS time on. She says that it’s reckless and that he does it to excess, even when it’s clearly not in the patient’s best interest in her opinion. She says that he rationalizes it by saying that the patients won’t pay their bills anyway, and that some of these patients are simply being a burden on the system in general and that he’s just doing his job.

And I can understand that… to a point. I mean, who among us has ever rolled their eyes as a drama-filled patient tries to overplay their conditions to get sympathy and a transport or simply doesn’t even try and expects a free ride to three hots and a cot… I get that. In fact, I see it all the time. It bothers me to no end… and yet I rarely, if ever, encourage an RMA.

Ahhh, this is SO much better than doing a report

In fact, there are only certain times that I ever will encourage a refusal… and that is when there is a clear benefit to the patient not be transported to an ER via ambulance. I will do this at times when the patient will be better served by something like an urgent care center, or by a quick trip to their primary care doctor. I’ll show up, provide a full and detailed assessment, and actually talk to the patient about their options for medical care. I’ll tell them that maybe the stitches they need would be done faster and cheaper at the Urgent care down the street than at the ER, or that their need for a simple x-ray or throat culture could be handled somewhere else. I’ll even tell them when I think they can save money and still be safe by being transported to the ER via private car rather than by my ambulance. I feel comfortable doing that when it’s clearly in the PATIENT’S best interest – NEVER when it’s in MY best interest. Even then, if the patient still wants to go via ambulance to an ER or is unsure that my option is the best option for them I transport them without complaint. It’s just safer for my career to do that. Ultimately, I’m not a physician and I can’t make the final legal determination on what’s best. Only the patient or a physician can do that and I am usually not the patient.

However, that’s not what Ann says this new partner of hers is doing. She says that he tries to defer every transport on the grounds that he’s lazy and then he writes very sloppy reports about the calls he refuses. She says that he’s been in trouble for this before and that while he was working at another service, he was actually almost terminated for this behavior.

I know the type of EMT he is… He’s the “So, do you want to be transported or what?” kind of EMT. The kind of EMS person who feels that he or she doesn’t ever respond to “Check someone out” and that only the patients that absolutely have to be transported to an ER for an “awesome” enough medical complaint are truly worth their time.

I hate those kinds of EMTs.

She is concerned for her job, her license, and her career while she works with this guy. She doesn’t want his bad behavior to get her roped into a complaint, lawsuit, or worse… she wanted to know if there was a way she could protect herself legally from his actions while she was working with him.

I went with my stock answer on this. Being an EMS supervisor myself, I asked her if she’d talked to her superiors about this. She said she had done just that, and it hadn’t gotten anywhere.

I wasn’t surprised.

Unfortunately for my friend, there’s just no reasoning with this kind of EMT. I’ve worked with their kind before and I know how painful one’s working relationship with these people can get when you force them to *gasp* do their jobs and take people places while treating them for whatever they say their medical complaint is. They tend to get growly at you when you tell them you’re having trouble hearing them over the sound of you not caring what they think. It makes lunch time a tenuous situation and totally ruins the Christmas party.

My next pearl of advice to her was to tell her to actually send a written letter to her supervisors, detailing her complaints and stating her concerns in writing. My thoughts would be that then, there would be a paper trail that shows she at least tried to do something about it. Unfortunately, I also had to warn her that it may end up branding her as a trouble-maker when the bosses realize that they now have a paper trail too, only they actually have to do something about it. They may retaliate against her instead.

Then I told her to CC a copy of the letter to the medical director, just for emphasis. It’s because I’m a devious trouble-maker myself.

Situations like this are all too common out there and they are the things that hold our profession back. Yes, I know that there are system abusers out there in patientville. We’re not going to fix that with our current system and really need to get more options out there for appropriate treatment pathways. However, putting people at risk by encouraging RMAs because you’re a lazy provider hurts our efforts by setting a bad precedent. Please don’t do this people. Take it from me. I’d never let you get away with it on my shift.

Does anyone else have any better advice for my friend Ann?

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Also, it may be helpful to read this post: a primer on the people I call “Grumblemedics”

You Can Nap if You Want To! Or You can Leave Your Calls Behind!

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What a week! You’ve been pulling at least a double shift a week at your full-time ambulance job and have been hitting it pretty hard at your part-time job as well. Both services can’t seem to keep their schedules filled and everyone’s been working lots of hours in order to keep the doors going up and the trucks going out. To top it all off, the citizens just can’t seem to be good lately and both services’ call volumes have been high.

You were tired when you got up this morning and were seriously considering a nap after your morning shower, but after a gallon or two of coffee you were bright and shiny in your uniform at your station, ready for another day of EMS greatness.

That was five hours ago though, and the early barrage of calls fired at you this morning has turned into an afternoon lull. Now you’re sitting at your main station, close to the brass, with the words in the educational article you’re reading fading in and out of your bleary, cross-eyed vision. Since the activity level has decreased, you’ve gotten yourself a case of the sleepies that you just can’t shake. Since you’ve been consuming the steaming bean juice religiously lately, your stomach just won’t let you think of having another cup of the acrid station coffee and there’s no shift chores left to do, since you did them an hour ago fighting the same lethargy.

Unfortunately, in three hours you can see a long distance transfer scheduled that you’re probably going to have to do. Four hours of monotonous highway driving and the radio in the truck doesn’t have that great of reception. You don’t have any idea how you’re going to stay awake enough to drive the truck and that’s not even considering the fact that if the tones went off right now for an emergency you probably wouldn’t remember how to put on a band-aid, let alone remember a drug calculation.

You’re tired, you’re fatigued, and your body’s telling you that you’ve been pushing it too hard. It wants to shut down for a while. Your brain won’t think. You’re mouth won’t talk. You can’t keep your eyes open and wake up with a startle when you’ve realized you’ve dozed off for a bit. This is torture.

Sleep deprivation is no stranger to EMS people. We’ve all fought the lethargy caused by long 24, 48, and more-hour shifts. A great number of us work more than one job to make ends meet and pack as much family time and recreation into our off time as we can. A lot of us are going for more education and all of us get woken up from our sleep a lot more often than is healthy to run on calls. I regularly miss full nights of sleep and rarely have a night when I can say I got a full night’s sleep. We get use to it some of the way, but our bodies just aren’t meant for chronic sleep deprivation. We need to reset and reorder our brains and let our bodies recharge once in a while.

Unfortunately, our communities need us and we have to be there for them. EMS is important and it’s easy to get sucked in.

That’s why in this situation, I have very little dispute with taking a “Safety Nap”.

"SSSS-AAAA-FFFF-EEEE...."

The “Safety Nap” is a quick power nap. A shut-down and reset period where a person who never knows when they may be called to be up all night without sleep can rest and relax for a while and ensure that they’ll be wide awake and alert for whatever they may be called to do. I took an hour last shift around 3pm as a matter of fact. I didn’t get to sleep until 1am afterwards and I was up at 5am for a call. EMS is like that, shift work is like that. We have to ensure that we’re well-rested enough to make quality decisions of the type we have to when they need to be made… and we can’t do them well when we’re drooling on ourselves from exhaustion. One of Murphy’s laws for EMS states that “You know you’re in EMS when your favorite hallucinogen is sheer exhaustion” and I have to tell you, I’ve done that while on duty before. It’s just not safe.

There are problems with this, I know. Some will say that we shouldn’t allow ourselves to be scheduled this many hours and that it’s irresponsible to do so. Well, then they can come talk to my bosses and pay my mortgage. Some people will sleep all day if they let them, and won’t put any effort into their shifts unless they have to. That has to be monitored. With that said, a balance has to be sought. I see nothing wrong with the occasional safety nap and I believe that EMS managers should allow it. They also should be unafraid to throw a cup of cold water on the Rip Van Winkles among us to ensure that they pull their weight with the non-call-response aspects of an EMS job.

What do you think? Does your employer allow “Safety Naps”? Do you take them?

I’d write more but Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Paramedics and EMTs are Special, a salute to the Spork!

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Ah, the humble Spork. At once it is an example of utility and futility. It is well suited to nothing but bridging the gap between the usefulness of its parent utensils and the burden of having to provide a separate spoon and fork. Sporks are great for when you need to have an eating utensil that is suited to a variety of food consumption scenarios but do not have the space nor the gumption to provide separate utensils. Sporks can perform lots of tasks but they do nothing very well. While I love the concept and the fact that the name is *really* fun to say (Spork? Spork… Spork!!), eating anything with a spork is a challenge. I mean, have you ever tried to eat soup with a spork? You’ll end up wearing a percentage of it. Heaven forbid that you have to use it to hold something you have to cut with a knife like a piece of meat. It’s nearly impossible. I suppose that eating salad with a spork would be fairly manageable but not if you have a lot of non-lettucy stuff in the salad like cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, and/or pepperoni. Honestly, who wants a salad that is comprised only of rabbit food? 

Die hard Sporksters, that's who

However, I digress. What I’m trying to say is that the spork, the half-breed malformation of a spoon and a fork, has its place as a substitute for either when it is not economical to provide both. Like its lesser known brother the “knork”, it is a natural idea and a somewhat cool concept. However, there is a very clear reason that the spoon and the fork are separate utensils. There are specific purposes for the design of the spoon and the fork and good reason to have separate tools that are suited to the kind of tasks that they’re used for. The spork is the watered down version of both. It can somewhat perform the tasks of its parents, but not well. It is the “Jack of all trades, Master of none” if you will.

And that is why I’m writing about our humble friend the Spork in my usual rotation of EMS topics. A conversation I had on Twitter the other day with my tweeps @pgsilva and @rescue_monkey brought up the spectre of why exactly ambulances aren’t staffed with nurses and physicians’ assistants and are instead staffed with Paramedics and EMTs. PG and The Rescue Monkey thought that the conversation would make that vein pop out of my forehead like it does sometimes when I get enraged. They were mistaken. It doesn’t make me angry. In fact, I informed everyone that I would write a post on what exactly it makes me think about. This is that post.

The “Why don’t nurses and/or (insert title of healthcare provider here) staff ambulances debate” has a clear answer for me. Here it is:

EMS providers are sporks. We’re also not sporks. We exist in the realm of both the specific and the generalized. We are jacks of all trades and the master of the non-specific. EMS providers are generalized in nature and that generalization is specialized into the random nature of the work in which we perform.

Or women with sporks, you know. That too.

Are you confused? Well that’s understandable. Let’s look at it this way. The ultimate healthcare provider has always been the physician. Since the beginning of western medicine, the physician has always been the healer that people have turned to. Physicians are learned professionals who seek to learn and apply knowledge to the human condition in the name of healing. Physicians are “clinicians” in the fact that they make a clinical diagnosis based upon an examination of a patient and then devise a proper treatment path to treat a patient’s diagnosis. They physician assesses a patient, makes a diagnosis of the patient’s condition based upon their knowledge base and ongoing research, and then uses that same knowledge base and research in order to devise the best treatment possible for the patient. It’s the definition of a clinician.

Nurses, and their modern incarnation as the Registered Professional Nurse (RN) developed as the ultimate assistant to the physician. Their goal was to be the caregiver, the person with enough medical knowledge to continue the care plan and treatment that the physician determined with the compassion and the ability to meet the ongoing needs of the patient. While the physician devoted their efforts to learning and education, the nurse required less education and more compassion. Medical technology and knowledge has expanded greatly and has required the nurse to develop a vast array of knowledge and a myriad of specializations, but their basic function has remained the same. They care for patients in the long term during their convalescence from an illness or injury.

Physicians and nurses have worked in concert. They have developed a system where the sick and injured are brought to them so they may take care of them using the resources they gather together. Each of them performs their role with the goal of making people get better. As knowledge of medicine has increased, different types of physicians and nurses have developed into specialties. The general practitioner acts as a gatekeeper to specialties and treats the most common maladies and is assisted by nurses qualified to care for the largest population of patients. Specialists, such as Cardiologists, Oncologists, and Surgeons, have developed to allow patients the benefit of having people treat them who have sought out to become experts in exactly the illness that the patient may have. The nurses have adapted and have become specialized in their own right, with nursing specialties that complement the specialties of the physician.

However, there is a drawback to all of this specialization. When you have a malady that affects your feet, you would benefit being under the care of the podiatrist. However, you wouldn’t get the best care possible if the only physician available were a cardiologist. The same holds true for the oncologist that attempts to treat your pulmonary condition or for the proctologist who treats your sore throat. While the basic concepts are there, the specialization of focus is not. To be sure, while a person who has graduated from medical school may be able to treat pretty much any condition that you may have at a level that is basically adequate, specialists have devoted their time in the quest of knowledge in their specific area at the possible expense of their knowledge of other areas. This is a good thing, and it’s the reason that pretty much every hospital is full of people with vast arrays of knowledge in singular topics. This system wasn’t designed. Like capitalism the system designed itself. It works and works well, most of the time. However when economics dictate a limited number of available specialties, certain conditions may be left out.

Nurses have done much the same. While the basic concepts are the same pretty much across the board, a School Nurse would have trouble transitioning into the operating theatre as much as the Oncology nurse would have trouble transitioning into public health. Both of them can probably change a bedpan, start an IV, pass medication, or lend a caring smile in the same manner but the oncology nurse would be much more well versed in the management of chemotherapy drugs and chronic pain management than a would be a surgical nurse.

This brings us to Paramedics and EMTs. We are a profession born out of necessity and forged in battle. Really. We can thank Napoleon for bringing forth the first example of the “flying ambulance” which was a brigade of horse-drawn ambulances staffed by medically trained soldiers. They appeared on the battlefield during the Napoleonic wars and boasted that “No soldier lay with undressed wounds for more than a quarter of an hour”. Battlefield “Medics” have always been on the forefront of emergency acute care in the field. While some examples of ambulance care available to the civilian population exist, in the US it wasn’t until after the Vietnam War that civilian emergency ambulance service became popular and seen as a need rather than a nice thing to have. While physicians often made house calls where they travelled to the patient to provide care, in the interest of efficiency they began to confine themselves in clinics and hospitals where they could more efficiently care for larger patient volumes. With the publishing of the “EMS White Paper” entitled “Accidental Death and Disability: The Neglected Disease of Modern Society”  in 1966, the attention of the public was focused on the need for an effort to extend care out of the walls of the hospital or clinic. The white paper laid out statistics of trauma, stated the need for injury prevention and education, and stated the need for standardization of emergency medical training. The US. Dept. of Transportation took up the mantle of the new Emergency Medical Services system due to the alarming number of fatalities on the burgeoning highway system and modern EMS was born.

"Stick a Spork in me, I'm done" should be part of your daily speech patterns

The EMT and the Paramedic are the equivalent of sticking a spork in the problem and calling it done. EMTs were cheap to train, cheap to employ, and could be widely distributed out there in the field. At the time, it was the perfect solution. Train people in how to perform in the first few moments of a severe injury or acute illness and give them the ability to safely transport a patient to a hospital where the physicians could work in concert to help heal the patient. The nurses, in their role as the assistants to the physicians, stayed in the walls of the hospital or clinic and developed within their specialties. The system grew and developed as the innovators in the field saw more and more acute treatments that could be performed by these new breed of healthcare providers and as the EMTs and Paramedics proved themselves in service.

EMTs and Paramedics are clinicians in the sense that we evaluate a patient and develop a treatment plan that we follow to help them. Our specialty is in the acute, the treatment of disease in the here and now. If it’s happening to a patient and it is directly threatening their life, chances are that an EMT or Paramedic can intervene in a meaningful way. Our specialty is to stabilize and stop the progression of the acute disease process or chain-of-events in an injury that will eventually lead to death. We plug holes and we do it with a knowledge base taught to us by physicians. Our generalization is across the entire spectrum of possible patients, from field delivery of neonates, to jumping in to help stabilize patients in outpatient surgery centers, to taking care of the elderly in nursing homes. Whether a patient is crushed in an industrial machine, is trapped in a rural car accident, is having a heart attack on a baseball diamond, or whatever happens to a person wherever it happens to them, the Paramedic or EMT is the person most specialized in coming to their aid. We gain knowledge and hone experience not just in the treatment of our patients’ medical conditions, but also in the environmental circumstances in which we find them. We may be generalized sporks when it comes to treating any possible injury or acute illness across any patient population, but we’re highly specialized utensils when it comes to treating emergency conditions anywhere at any time.

"Sporks and Phasers" would be a good name for a Rock Band

No other healthcare provider fits into our role… and that seems to make us a full-fledged utensil in my opinion. We are unclassifiable into any other role yet indispensable for our own.

And we need to get out there and let everybody know just how special that role is. Nobody has developed the breadth of knowledge in our specialty that we have. We have made the spork our own.

And that, folks is my answer to why no other healthcare professional can quite full our role. While as a paramedic I am competent in the basic skills needed to say, work in a endoscopy unit, I would not function there to the level of a person experienced and knowledgeable as an endoscopy nurse. Neither would they be able to manage a traumatic airway upside down in a crushed automobile at night as well as I would. It’s my specialty to do the latter, not the former, even though the basic skills may be the same.

For more on this, g’head and read “Any Random Person” an older post of mine. Then get out there and shine up your sporks.

In an Instant

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I just have to write this story down. It’s a bit… well, I don’t know how it is… but if The Happy Medic can use his blog as an online therapy journal, I guess that I can as well.

I just can’t shake an incident that happened to me. I can’t get it out of my head. It happened years ago while I was off-duty and was hanging out with a friend who I haven’t had much contact with in recent years. However, a recent conversation with that friend brought a lot of memories flooding back into my consciousness and I figure that if I write it down it might help me shake it.

I’ve written a lot about sadness in the past, especially the sadness that we as EMS providers are exposed to on a daily basis in our careers. It surrounds us. Most people shy away from the death, destruction, and sheer madness that abound in the Human Condition but EMS people are special. We cannot shield ourselves from the external pain that death, injury, and illness bring. Thankfully this pain is most often being experienced by strangers and our role is to bear witness to it and attempt to intervene as best as any human can when faced by the insurmountable fact that we are indeed fragile mortal beings. While I have worked upon family members, I’ve been blessed in that I’ve been mostly left untouched by trauma and death inflicted on my loved-ones. Not to say that I haven’t experienced the loss of those close to me, just that I can understand that everyone dies and sometimes it’s at the worst possible time. We don’t control that. Sometimes we can prolong the inevitable but a lot of the time circumstances are simply beyond the power of any mortal being.

This case was one of those times.

It was the Fourth of July in the Midwest. The chill of winter had long since been buried in the recesses of our memories and the hot times of summer were upon us. Like good, God-fearing, Red-Blooded, Midwestern Americans we were set upon celebrating our country’s independence in the way we are best accustomed, by getting together and partying our butts off. Midwestern parties, especially the ones frequented by the age bracket I was a member of at the time, involve alcohol, loud music, and strangers popping in and out of the door set upon sampling the festivities. It was common to make new friends and acquaintances and uncommon, at least in the crowd I ran with, to have any trouble. That was fine with me. I was a functioning career paramedic and had been so for a few years. I get my excitement on the streets and am quite content to relax and have a good time when I’m off duty. I still don’t get too loud or too wild and still enjoy observing the antics of more animated people when they have a bit too much to drink. Staying sober has always made things more enjoyable for me when at these kinds of events. This party was no different. A coworker of my best friend had invited us all to his hip apartment in the city which featured the entire rooftop of the building as a patio. My girlfriend at the time, her friend, and I were sitting on a parapet wall of the roof watching the college kids from the school in town have their fun. The party was one story from the ground and was full of people. I only knew probably a good ten percent of the people there, but I’ve always been comfortable making new friends. We were having a blast. Good Music, Good Friends, and Cheap Keg Beer. Good times.

Then reality hit.

I got a knot that set quickly in the pit of my stomach when I heard a sickening crack and saw a crowd of people run towards a sky light that happened to be in the middle of the roof. Walking towards it I could get a sense of what happened. Through the panicked crowd of onlookers I made my way to the side of what was now an open hole. Some kid had been attempting to step over the skylight when he lost his footing and fell. The thin, translucent plastic had given way immediately allowing his body to plummet the twenty or so feet to the unforgiving concrete floor below. I looked down and saw him lying motionless on the floor… It was dark and the visibility was very poor, but I could see the expanding circle of dark blood flowing out from this poor kid’s head.

Snapping into my official mode I grabbed the host of the party by both shoulders. “How do I get down there”. His blank stare of horror met me back as he stammered “I… I… I don’t know”. An anonymous person in the crowd shouted “Someone get a rope and lower me down there” and I knew that the crowd would not be helpful in this situation. I told the host to call 911 and handed him his cell phone that was clipped to his belt. I then left the roof, ran down through the apartment and out onto the street. It was oddly quiet as I surveyed the surroundings. None of the shrieks of the crowd above had seemed to make it to street level. As I looked at the building I found a garage door that seemed to have light shining through its windows that could have come through the skylight. I looked, and sure enough, there lay the kid on the concrete floor of the garage.

They say that human beings have the capacity for great strength when faced with horrific circumstances. I’m no neurologist, or psychologist, or anyone who studies such things… but I believe that it has to do something with the fact that our nervous system keeps our muscles from achieving their full capacity for strength when we’re not under extreme duress. It’s the phenomenon where grandmothers are able to lift a car up off of their grandchildren and such. When adrenaline is so prevalent in our bodies, we are all capable of things greater than we imagine.

This was one of those times for me. My best friend said that above the din of the horrified crowd, through the building and onto the roof, he heard a guttural yell. It was me. I’d simply decided that the locked garage door was going to open whether it liked it or not. I grabbed it and opened it about a foot against the protestations if its locking mechanisms. To that day and from that day on I’ve never accomplished a feat quite like that and I don’t think that I could again. I’ve never been the most physical person I know and the thought of spending hours in the gym picking up heavy pieces of steel in a repetitive fashion simply bores me to tears. While I am a good Midwestern Farm Boy, I can’t claim to be someone who could rip open a garage door with my bear hands if I was asked to do so in normal circumstances. However, this time I did. Nothing was going to stop me from taking care of that stranger.

When I crawled in to the garage I made my way to the kid in the dark. He lay prone, slightly rotated to his Left side, and he was breathing rapidly and shallowly. The air he was moving made sick gurgling noises in his airway that was full of blood. There was blood pouring from his ears, nose, mouth, and scalp and I could guess that his head had stopped his vertical progress when it met the concrete. I checked for responsiveness and found none. Someone from above me yelled out “Don’t touch him!” as I moved to open his airway with a Jaw Thrust and I heard a murmur run through the crowd above as my friend shouted “He’s a Paramedic”. I positioned his airway as best I could with no tools, alone, in the dark and shouted for someone above to send down my friend who was an EMT and my girlfriend at the time who was an EMT and paramedic-in-training. After a few moments, they made it to the garage and together we positioned the patient in a left lateral-recumbent position to protect his spine and allow for the blood to drain out of his airway. We kept him like that until a paramedic in uniform crawled in with equipment.

The medic, an acquaintance of mine, worked for the local fire department. I was not a member and was off-duty and out of my jurisdiction. His partner followed soon after and I helped them ready their intubation equipment after giving them a report on my assessment. They tubed him before we helped them package him in c-spine precautions. After that, the engine company called for a few guys to help them open the garage door. I did, as did some of the other guys there, and this is strange. Even with six guys attempting to raise the garage door higher, the door wouldn’t budge. The engine crew had to slice through the locking mechanism with a saw. There’s no way I could have opened that door by myself but somehow I did. I don’t know how either.

The more experienced members of the audience already know how this story ended… with a family hoping against hope and with the stranger’s life expiring shortly after he took one slight misstep at a party. He didn’t plan to die that day and his family didn’t plan on experiencing the pain and lost that they undoubtedly did. I did go to the ER to check on his status, but only stayed for a few moments after I spoke with his nurse. I didn’t need to hear the family wail and lament. I didn’t need to know who the kid was. I had played my role to the letter and that was all I intended to do. It’s not that I’m callous… just that I get enough sadness on duty, thank you.

And interestingly, from that day I’ve only talked about that incident about three or four times. I’d almost forgotten about it. Really. It was just another traumatic death to bear witness to for a person who dedicates a career to that kind of stuff, it only shocked those who were uninitiated. At least so I thought until I talked to my friend and I was brought right back there to that skylight, to the Fourth of July, and to blood and death marring the innocence of a crowd of people who didn’t know that kind of stuff could really happen.

If you’ve read this far, thanks for helping with my therapy session. I feel better after getting this out. This isn’t a story about any kind of heroics or any nonsense like that, rather it’s a story about futility and fragility. It’s a teachable moment that helped formulate who I am as a person and as a paramedic.

If you’d like more on my feelings on Sadness in EMS, read this: “Splashed Sadness  – A Look at Negative Emotions in EMS”

Thank you.

To Kneel or not to Kneel

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“Muungh… What the heck was that!?” I thought to myself as I looked around the darkened room. “Where am I? Why am I awake? What IS that awful noise?” I thought. Something had awoken me from a not-so-good sleep on a not-so-comfy sofa. Slowly, I realized where I was. “I must have fallen asleep in the day room at the station” I thought. “Why am I awake?”. I heard commotion outside and realized that it must have been the radio that woke me up. Somewhere in the dark subconscious recesses of my brain it came to me that the pager said “Person not breathing, CPR in progress”. I pulled on my shoes and thought the most important thought that any EMS provider can have when being jolted from a deep sleep at 0′ dark 30 to try and wake the dead: “I have to pee!”

 

 

Once the bathroom duty was completed I slid into the passenger seat of the ambulance and pulled up the address on the map program. My partner pointed the ambulance South while I clicked on the siren. Wailing into the night we went, lights flashing, adrenaline pumping, morning breath so bad I could slay a walrus. “Where did I put that mouthwash?” was my thought. So focused on the job were we.

Arriving at the address just behind the engine company from the first due station we hurried to gather up our gear for the battle ahead. Monitor? Check. Airway and drug bags? Check and Check. Backboard? Check that too. We hurry up to the front door and are met by a middle aged female saying “I couldn’t wake him up! He was fine when we went to bed!” We enter the bedroom and I see the middle aged male on the bed. His lifeless eyes were fixed and unseeing as we approached him. His mottled skin was cool to the touch. Long gone was any fighting chance at life. I knelt on the bed next to his torso to check a pulse and apply pads to get a strip and immediately know what is going to happen next.

“I’m freakin going to have freakin dead guy pee on my freakin knees for the rest of the freakin shift! Dang it! Dang it! Dang it!”

EMS people kneel a lot, and not just when we want a raise or need to get state-to-state reciprocity from an EMS office. At one of the departments I work at we did a big action photo spread of all of the EMTs and Medics in action. EVERY SHOT was me kneeling. Kneeling at a patient’s head working on the airway, kneeling at the patient’s chest starting an IV, kneeling next to a patient to assess them after an injury, I kneel so much that you’d think I have a promotion by now. We all do.

But you’d think that by now I’d know enough not to kneel in poo, pee, blood, vomit, or whatever vile substance is on the bed, floor, or surface that I have to kneel on. I mean come on. I’ve been doing this over a decade now. I have thousands of calls under my belt. I live, sleep, eat, breathe, blog, and study EMS as much as I can stand to (and that’s a lot) and I *still* am stupid enough to put my knees in poo on a somewhat regular basis?

Right now, I’m on the 2nd day of a 48hr shift a half hour away from my home. Last night, around late evening I knelt in a poo/pee mixture. I was really trying not to here, but the patient began to vomit after we got (the Pt) on the backboard in the cramped, carpeted bathroom (the Pt) was in. I couldn’t log roll (the Pt) without kneeling and the carpet was just saturated with a vile mixture of hours old poo/pee. My knees got soaked in it. And no, if you are asking, I ran out of the house late and didn’t think to bring an extra pair of pants and the pants that I had kept at the station had been taken home for laundering after another like incident.

For times like these, I recommend the “Ckemtp” method of knee disinfection. It applies for those times where call volumes don’t allow you to actually take your pants off to clean them:

  1. Put on gloves. No sense in contaminating your hands. Chances are your knees won’t have broken skin on them unless you’ve been trying to get that promotion (Enough with the “on your knees” jokes! – This is serious!)
  2. Take and put a towel or washcloth (a smaller wash cloth works better) in between your knees and your pants.
  3. Spray the ever-loving bejeebus out of your pants, saturating your knees with disinfectant spray. DO NOT use bleach-based spray. The milder the better. (see “Clean EMS” for advice on contact times)
  4. Press another towel on the outside of your pants, soaking up as much poo/pee laced disinfectant into the towels as you can. Rub them together a bit.
  5. Re spray with disinfectant and let it air dry.
  6. Remove the towels from your pants.
  7. Call your wife and beg her to drive you up a new pair. Beg. Hard.

Just for the record, my lovely wife was unable to drive me up some new pants. Awesome…..

EMS Week 2010 – All Respect is Earned

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Logo for EMS Week 2010 - from ACEP

Logo for EMS Week 2010 - from ACEP

EMS Week 2010 is coming up!  

Really? You’re not all excited? Come now, this is the one week per year that we’re supposed to be out there tooting our own horns, eating free stale cookies, drinking free burnt coffee, and stuff like that. We’ve got to be out there reaping the benefits of all of our good will that we’ve built up from the public and our peers based upon the fact that they treat us so poorly the other 51 weeks out of the year.

No really, I’m trying to get you excited about this. And even though you’re not sitting here in front of me, I can sense your lack of enthusiasm. Well, here’s the deal. I find your lack of faith disturbing. EMS week has to mean something and just like everything I and others like me have been talking about for so long, nobody is going to make it mean something if we don’t.

And that goes along with the title of this post. All Respect is Earned. Self Respect is earned, professional respect is earned, and if we want respect, we have to put in the hard work necessary to earn it.

And that’s why EMS week matters. Don’t wait for someone to come up and respect you just because you do a job or have a volunteer position. Lots of people have hard jobs and lots of people volunteer for things. I have done both all of my life. Just because our profession sometimes “saves lives” doesn’t autmatically entitle us to respect, because as I’ve said, we must truly go out and earn it.

Yes, I’ll reiterate that. If we’re not happy with the respect that we’re getting from the people whom we wish to respect us, perhaps it’s because we haven’t gone out as a collective profession and put in the hard work necessary to earn it. Sure, we bust our butts out there in the blood, mud, and bedpans but if we’re not getting the results we want, then obviously we’re not doing what it takes to get those results. It seems like a simple connection, but the common phrase bears repeating here: “If you always do what you’ve always done; You’ll always get what you’ve always got”.

So this year’s EMS week is different for me. The American College of Emergency Physicians (ACEP) plans the week for us, and this year their slogan is “EMS: Anytime. Anywhere. We’ll be there.” It’s a fitting slogan because they’re right. EMS will always be there anytime and anywhere… for everyone else in the world. This week I’m putting forth that we use our own internal slogan, which again is the title of this post. I say that we each keep the phrase “All Respect is Earned” in our heads as we go forth and promote ourselves and our profession for this EMS week. I’m asking each individual EMS person out there to take a few steps to earn that respect. Your individual contribution, no matter how small, will end up affecting each and every one of us in a positive way. If everyone pitches in, there’s no telling what the results will be. If you’ve never done anything positive and you don’t participate, you’re doing what you’ve always done. Please take some time this week to ensure that we start to get away from getting what we’ve always got.

I have some personal plans that I’m going to take to get into the spirit of EMS week and I’m asking you all to help me out. It won’t take all of that much effort on your part, but it will end up as a huge benefit to us all, I hope. Here’s what you can do:

Letters to the Editor:

-          Use My Words – I can write here on this blog all I want to and while I get ten or so thousand people per month here, in a lot of ways I’m preaching to the choir. Tomorrow (or the next day if I get busy) I’m going to have two or three letters up here on the blog that you may copy and paste, print out, and send as a letter to the editor of your local paper using my name. As long as you don’t change the content in any way and send it in my name for journalistic integrity reasons, then you’re free to distribute the letters as you see fit to get the widest audience as you can.

-          Use Your Own Words – If you write a letter to the editor and want me to edit it, you may e-mail me at ProEMS1@yahoo.com and I will edit it for free and send it back to you so that you may use it with my edits and ideas. I’ll also work every letter I receive into a post here and include your words up here on the page

Bring Your Idea to the Table:

-          The Chronicles of EMS – A Seat at the Table allowed me to bring my own ideas to the table and this blog page does that for me as well. I want to know your ideas. If you leave your ideas to improve EMS in your community a comment at the new page at the top of this post just under the header entitled “Ideas from the Field” they’ll be posted up there for everyone to use and appreciate. Whatever it is. Whatever you want to do to BE POSITIVE and IMPROVE EMS, post it up there. Short, long, big or small. Every idea is golden.

Attend one of the Chronicles of EMS/EMS Week Simulcasts

-          Go to this website right here and see where your closest EMS week/Chronicles of EMS meetup is going to be held at. This is a simulcast event from major cities across the US. I will be travelling all the way to Chicago on May 16th to participate in mine. Be there or um, be in Torsades with no Mag available.

The Meetups are going to be held simultaneously in Three cities on Sunday May 16th in honor of EMS week. They’re cosponsored by the Chronicles of EMS and they’re going to be web linked. I’ll be at Fado Irish Pub in Chicago on that day partying my Irish Medic butt off. You should be too.

Grumblemedics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saved by the Bell? High School Student EMS

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

Wait, what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your thoughts?

Any Random Person

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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…

 

Equipment Review: Scary Post Ahead

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

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

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

I’m talking here about: The bedpan.

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

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

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

Answer: I raised my hand.

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

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

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

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

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

Until next time…

 

Cat Puke Chicken

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

“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.

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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