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What Difference Does EMS Make? Choose Your Own Ending

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John didn’t need his alarm clock this morning. In fact, he was wide awake just a few minutes before it went off. He turned it off so as to not wake up his wife and got up quietly to start the day. Today was going to be great. It was huge. Months of work at the office were finally going to be recognized today in the biggest project meeting he’d had in a year. Today’s meeting would launch his career faster than almost anything he’d done before. He was excited. He was ready.

John showered, shaved, and got dressed up in his new suit that he’d bought the day before. He wanted to look his best for this meeting. Everything was counting on it. His wife Joanne had coffee and a quick breakfast ready for him when he came down the stairs. He sipped on his coffee for a bit as he ate his breakfast. It was really sweet of her to do that, He thought and he told her so with an extra hug and kiss as he left for his commute. He wanted to be to work early today to make sure that he was there to answer any pre-meeting questions. This was the day.

Traffic was light on the interstate that morning and John was moving at a good clip. It was strange, he thought, for traffic to be this kind to him on a Monday morning but he figured it was a good omen. His phone buzzed with an e-mail and he glanced at it. It wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait until he was in the office, he thought. Then a great song came on the radio. John reached down to turn up the volume so he could get pumped up for the drive…

He never saw the cars stopped just in front of him.

Mary took care of herself pretty well for a type one diabetic. Her doctor had told her that. She stuck to her diet, maintained her sugar levels meticulously, and took her insulin on a sliding scale that seemed to be working perfectly. Her blood sugar readings were always right where her doctor said they should be. Mary was proud of that. She worked out and tried to get out walking or jogging the trail at the park at least 3 or 4 times a week. She felt good, looked good, and thought that she was doing all she could to take charge of her health.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning and Mary thought that she should take her dog Patches out for a walk around the pond. Patches was a 1 year old Golden Retriever and loved jumping in the lake to fetch sticks. Mary had taken her morning dose of insulin, popped a multivitamin tablet from her new bottle that she’d bought the day before, and ate a quick bit of breakfast before she put Patches on his leash and started walking to the park. It was about five blocks away and patches knew the route well. Everything was great, until the nausea hit… Mary tried to fight it but knew that she was going to throw up when she started salivating and breathing heavily. She ended up throwing up in some bushes next to the sidewalk. She thought that she was lucky. Nobody saw her hurl up her breakfast and she immediately felt better. It must have just been the new vitamins that made her stomach upset, she thought as she continued walking to the park. She figured that she just wouldn’t take them again.

Mary never felt sick. She just thought that she should take a nap. The rock over there looked like a good place. Why was she so sleepy? Never mind… Just lay down and nap. Nap good.

Luckily, another jogger happened by to find Mary unresponsive.

Work had been scarce lately and Steve was happy to get his truck back on the road. He drove a live-bottom trailer hauling asphalt for a big local paving company and they hadn’t had many big projects come their way lately. Driveway work was steady, but rarely did the company need Steve to drive a big truck out to a site for a driveway job. Steve made his best money and hours when the company had highway work and today was the first day of a big job they’d just gotten. He’d been in line with the other trucks waiting his turn to dump his load into the paver for hours and even though he was happy to be working, he had to pee. Minutes turned into hours and finally it was his turn to drop his blacktop and head back for a new load. He couldn’t wait to be done. He really had to pee by this time and he knew exactly where his next opportunity would be. He backed his trailer up to the paver and raised the bed. Then through his rear-view mirror he saw the people scramble and jump off of the paver. He felt his truck lurch forward as the paver machine was pushed into it from the impact of a car travelling too fast in the construction zone. When he jumped out of his truck after looking to make sure there was nobody coming at him, he saw his friend Luke laying on the ground. Luke was bleeding, bad. The car and the paver were a tangled mess of metal and there was someone screaming at an unmoving figure in the passenger seat of the car.

Steve no longer had to pee…

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Note to blog readers:     I can’t quite decide on what I should do from this point on. I can take two paths, one is a rallying call to community members asking them to put themselves in the place of the people in the above cases and get out there and support their local EMS. The other, is a rallying call to us EMS people… I’ve written it both ways. You can see what you like best.

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Option #1

Every day, Paramedics and EMTs put on their uniforms, fire up their ambulances, and get ready to face the onslaught of whatever mayhem the streets produce for them during their shift. They do a job that is unpredictable, complicated, and vital to the community. These three stories could happen to you or someone you love tomorrow and each of them will require the response of a highly trained, expert Emergency Medical Services (EMS) provider. There are times when your local ambulance service makes the difference between life and death but there are far more times when they make a big difference in a person’s continuing quality of life. By interceding in the first few moments of a medical emergency with highly trained experts, EMS makes a difference for us all. Communities that support their local Emergency Medical Services have better services and community members that are more educated about what makes quality EMS are better suited to support their local services.

You may not think about the people who respond to your call when you dial 911, but all we do is think about you. Get informed, get involved, and support your local Emergency Medical Services.

We’re there for you. We need you to return the favor.

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Option #2

As you come in to work today, lace up your boots, or turn on your pager, think about the patients in the above cases. They’re people just like anyone you see in your day to day life. They and others like them didn’t intend to be placed in the situations they’re facing and to them; theirs is one of the most intense situations of their life. Their very life and the continuing quality of their lives could rest in your hands today. They are depending on you. Their families are depending on you. Your knowledge, skill, and preparation to perform your best are paramount to these people. Their care rests on you. You owe them your best and there is no excuse they’ll accept for poor performance.

EMS providers transcend their self when they lace up their boots and sign on for duty. Society needs us. Our patients need us. We need us. We will never know the impact we’ll have on the lives of our patients, their families, and their communities… but it’s huge. We as EMS providers play a pivotal role in our communities. They’ll never acknowledge it en masse… but that doesn’t diminish its importance. Recognition for our skills isn’t necessary for our skills to be vital. EMS people do their jobs because they’re important. We do our jobs because our guts tell us that what we’re doing is right… and even when we stumble and find ways to improve ourselves and our care, it doesn’t diminish the importance of what we’ve done. We have acted, and we continue to act in the best interest of humanity.

Today you can make a choice. You can make the choice to seek out and become the best EMS provider you can be or you can choose not to. I suggest that you make the right choice but no one will ever be able to force you. Your care is an art and a science. Your performance is based upon hard science and soft intuition. There can never be a book that will tell you exactly what is right for every situation… you simply have to learn it and learn how to make the right decisions to fit the situations you find yourself in.

My advice to all EMS providers is to take the high road. Err on the side of what you truly feel is best for your patient. Do your best. Study hard and learn from those you consider the best among us. As an EMS provider, you bear the burden of an overloaded system that pays poorly and garners little respect. I feel it too. I say that it doesn’t diminish the importance of what we do and it isn’t the individual patient’s fault. They deserve our best no matter what the system is doing to us. It’s our responsibility and our calling. It has been said that the definition of a “Professional” is one who can perform their duty adequately in conditions that would cause the amateur to turn back. I’d say that we’re living in those conditions today, but we still have to perform. Do your best and know your stuff. Lives depend on your commitment.

It is our job to promote ourselves. It is our job to elevate EMS. It is our job to speak out and optimize the system. The fault for its failings lies within our profession and it is our job to change it. All of us, individually and collectively have the responsibility.

Will you answer?

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So I got a little philosophical in this one. Which ending do you like better?

Posted by Ckemtp on September 7, 2010 • Filed under: 911, EMS, EMS Motivation, EMS Topics, EMS pep talk, EMS training, Emergency Medical Services, Ethics, Fire Rescue Topics, In the Line of Duty, Line of Duty, Paramedic, Patient Management, Public relations, Training & Development, edemse, ems 2.0, ems education, ems scenario, ems scenario based education, everyday ems ethics, inside the mind of a paramedic, letter to the editor, paramedic education, pride, profession, professionalism, scenario, scenario based training, stories, training-fire-rescue-topics

When all you have is a hammer… Every problem looks like, lasix?

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A few years ago I responded to a structure fire on the main engine out of my station. The fire was at a house that had been converted to a dog kennel and grooming shop just a few blocks away from the firehouse and was a short response time. It was a light-staffing day and we responded as a three person engine company. As the senior firefighter I was the acting company officer and my new girlfriend at the time, who just happens to be my wife now, was the backseat firefighter. Get ready for the “Awwww” moment… it was our first fire “as a couple”. There was a number of cool things that came out of the fire, but one of them was the fact that Gina grabbed *my* maul.

My wife and I fighting our first fire "as a couple" - We're the ones in turnout gear

On our main engine, there’s an 8-pound maul (big hammer) that I grab as my tool of choice every time I jump off the truck for a fire. It just tucks so neatly in my SCBA’s belt and is so compact yet handy that I make a beeline for it every time. This time, Gina had taken it, so I grabbed a pick-head axe.

It’s amazing that when I have my maul that every access problem looks like something that I can solve by whacking it with a hammer of some sort. On this fire, I learned that when one has an axe, every problem looks like it can be solved by some sort of chopping.

Moral of the story, Gina and I entered the structure, saved the pooches, and stopped the fire in its trucks with minimal damage. There’s actually a hilarious video that I believe is still on our department’s web site that I’d let you see if I didn’t hide the name of the department(s) I work for due to “I want to remain employed reasons”.

And, like a lot of things on here, I told you that so I could tell you this about an EMS call I responded to an indeterminate amount of time ago. I have the honor and privilege to be the senior medic on most shifts I work and I precept a lot of students on the ambulance. This shift was no different and this 0-dark-30 call illustrates a point that I’d like to explain to you.

The doggies were SHOCKED that Gina took MY maul

For this call, the primary ambulance out of our station responded because they were on the way back from another call and my partner and I responded in our ambulance because we were up on the alternating call rotation. They arrived at the poorly-accessible apartment complex a few minutes before we did and made first patient contact. As it turns out, the middle age patient had ran out of his/her prescription Lasix (a potent diuretic, or water pill) a week or so prior to the call and had been retaining a great deal of excess bodily fluid. The patient’s legs were markedly and grossly swollen and weeping fluid out of fluid filled blisters. The Patient called us because he/she could no longer stand the pain of the cellulitis (infection) that had developed. The patient had no respiratory compromise, his/her lungs were clear, and he/she really had no other complaints. The patient had an extensive medical history of organ failure and disease. He/she was fully alert and oriented, and was able to assist us as we simply picked him/her up and carried him/her to the cot.

As we were loading the patient up in the ambulance and I was about to get into the back to continue my assessment and treatment of the patient, the EMT from the other ambulance who happens to be an almost-done Paramedic student told me, “So those legs are the worst I’ve ever seen fluid wise, you’re going to push some lasix on this one”. I mumbled something and got into the truck. I was tired and wasn’t really able to form complete sentences at the time due to sleep deprivation. I got in the truck and continued my assessment where I found that the frail patient had a blood pressure in the 70 systolic range (Low!) and that in addition to retaining fluid in his/her legs, he/she was also retaining fluid in his/her abdomen and was probably in need of a paracentesis. I managed the patient with a (beautifully executed) IV stick into an impossibly small crooked vein, and gave just enough fluid to bring his/her BP up a bit without adding to his/her fluid overload all that much. I put the Pt on oxygen and a cardiac monitor, which revealed a normal sinus rhythm without ectopy. I obtained a 12-lead EKG as well, which was not indicative of any acute problems. The patient stated that his/her pain was managed by padding and positioning of his/her swollen legs and even though he/she complained of no breathing problems, I put him/her on a bit of oxygen via nasal cannula.

The transport was uneventful, although his/her blood pressure never did come up. The ER later diagnosed the Pt with complete liver failure and toxicity.

But the interesting part of the story is this, when I got back the medic student asked me about giving IV lasix to the patient, as we carry that in our medication stock and have it available as an emergency diuretic for patients in congestive heart failure and/or fluid overload with pulmonary edema and respiratory compromise. He was almost taken aback when I said that I didn’t give any.

I asked him if he did a full assessment. He said that he had tried… but that he didn’t have enough time before I arrived and we took the patient out to the ambulance. I gave him my assessment findings and the news of the very low blood pressure. He said that he agreed with me on not giving the lasix with the markedly low blood pressure but was curious when I explained that it wasn’t the reason I didn’t give the medication.

We in EMS, and especially new providers carry our own hammers… our treatments and medications that we’re able to give in the field. Medics that use these treatments more often are called “aggressive” and it is a badge of honor. In fact, in some cases, aggressive field treatment is indeed warranted and improves patient outcomes. However, in a lot of cases it is not indicated and patients benefit from what we don’t do more so than from what we could have done.

This patient didn’t have any respiratory compromise and while he/she obviously could have benefited from the dieresis or removal of the excess fluid, she didn’t meet the criteria for emergent field administration of lasix, which is respiratory compromise from pulmonary edema. I made the decision to let the physician evaluate the patient and determine the best treatment path that would fit in with the patient’s ultimate plan of care. I didn’t believe that the patient would ultimately benefit from my administration of lasix twenty minutes earlier than the ER could have done it if the physician so chose.

Every treatment we administer must be given with a full assessment of the risks and benefits to the patient for doing so. Every EMS person should familiarize themselves with the long-term care paths of the conditions we treat and try to maximize the long-term benefit to the patient with the acute and short-term care we give. Not every problem is “a nail” and sometimes the hammers we carry aren’t the best ultimate solution for excellent patient care. Remembering how we as EMS people fit into the grand scheme of the overall healthcare system and in the ultimate care paths of our patients will help us all to do what we’re supposed to do, which is to provide excellent and appropriate patient care.

It is also of note, I guess, that Gina rarely steals my maul anymore. Now that we’re married… I “give it freely” to her.. What’s mine is her’s, as they say.

Posted by Ckemtp on June 14, 2010 • Filed under: Ambulance, EMS, EMS Topics, Emergency Medical Services, Fires, In the Line of Duty, Paramedic, Patient Management, Training & Development, ems education, ems scenario, ems scenario based education, funny, paramedic education, patient care, professionalism, scenario based training, stories

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.

Posted by Ckemtp on May 22, 2010 • Filed under: EMS, EMS Blog, EMS Topics, EMT, Emergency Medical Services, Fire Rescue Topics, In the Line of Duty, Paramedic, blogger, emotions, inside the mind of a paramedic, mental imagery, sadness, stories

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…..

Posted by Ckemtp on May 5, 2010 • Filed under: Ambulance, EMS, EMS Health & Safety, EMS Humor, EMS Topics, EMS rant, EMT, Emergency Medical Services, Fire Rescue Topics, Fire department, Firefighter Safety & Health, In the Line of Duty, Paramedic, Patient Management, ambulance humor, ems pants, ems uniforms, infection control, inside the mind of a paramedic, kneeling, paramedic education, paramedic pants, puke

Red Lights to the Left of them, Blue to the right! – Coloring Emergency Lighting

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So you’re driving down the road in an unfamiliar state, let’s say that it’s Iowa or Wisconsin, when in your rear-view mirror you see flashing red lights on a big utility truck coming your way. You can’t really make out what kind of truck it is, but you see red lights flashing so you pull over to let it go by. When it does, you realize that you’ve just pulled over for a tow-truck.

Or how’s this? The same thing happens, but it’s a flashing blue light in Colorado. When you pull over, you realize that you just got pulled over by a snow-plow.

I live in Illinois and work between IL and Wisconsin and there’s quite a bit of a difference between the different lighting colors and upon who can use what color light for what purpose. As a volunteer paramedic/Firefighter in Illinois I run a blue light with no siren in my personal vehicle. Even though I rarely turn it on, I have it in case I get stuck behind a 20mph Grandma on my way to the Big One. Interestingly, the blue light gives me no legal authority or any legal leeway on traffic laws and I must obey all traffic laws even while running the light. I Wisconsin, however, volunteer firefighters and EMS people may use red lights and sirens in their personal vehicles. They have the same legal status as governmental emergency vehicles when they’re driving with their lights activated.

In Iowa, volunteer firefighters may run blue lights in their personal vehicles with no legal authority granted them, and EMS volunteers may run clear (white) lights in their personal vehicles. Volunteers for fire and EMS combination agencies may run a mixture of both, however if a person volunteers for both a separate Fire department and a separate EMS agency, they must be careful to run the clear light for EMS responses and the Blue light for fire responses.

Of course, that’s just for personal vehicles right? Allowing emergency lights in the personal vehicles of emergency volunteers is a debatable issue in some circles. I argue for responsible control of their use and think that they are needed in some communities and not needed in others. Out of the 400-500 volunteer runs I respond to annually, I probably turn on my blue light for less than ten percent of the runs. I use it judiciously, but I know others that I can say did not.

However, this isn’t a post about volunteer emergency lighting and the pros and cons of it. It’s about the messed up spectrum of colors that we use on emergency vehicles in this country. Sure, we have the same stock colors pretty much everywhere. Red, blue, amber (yellow), green, clear (white), and in some states purple (Yes! Purple!). In the southern states, blue lights are for law-enforcement only and red is for fire only. In Wisconsin, law enforcement runs red and blue lights and fire and EMS is red only. In Iowa, up until a few years ago everyone ran red lights except for volunteer firefighters. They changed the law and now allow blue on the Passenger side only. In the City of Chicago, the Chicago Police Department runs blue only and the Fire department runs Red and Green. Downstate Illinois (Read: Outside of the City of Chicago City Limts) runs red and blue for all “Authorized Emergency Vehicles” and blue lights for the volunteers. Green lights are only permitted on stationary vehicles for command lights but can also be used for private security officers. As I mentioned before, in Iowa and Wisconsin, tow trucks run red lights. In Colorado, snow plows run blue. In some states, funeral processions run purple.

Confused?  I sure as heck am.

Consider this: Different lighting colors exist because different members of the driving public see different wavelengths of light in the spectrum (i.e. “Colors”) better or worse in differing ambient light conditions. Also, different colors penetrate different atmospheric and/or ambient light conditions better than others. You can see blue forever at night or in the fog, but not so much in the bright light. Red washes out to amber in the day light but is still fairly visible. Clear lights penetrate for a very long way but can be confused with light reflecting off of a surface almost the same as amber lights. We need a diverse spectrum of colors emanating from our response vehicles in order to ensure that the highest amount of drivers out there are able to see the lights. If someone’s color blind to the particular light color that we choose, they’re not going to see us all that well, are they?

The arguments that I hear for the use of lighting colors don’t hold much weight with me. Who cares if the public is able to see that an approaching emergency vehicle is Fire, EMS, Law Enforcement, ASPCA, Haz-Mat, Tech-Rescue, Volunteer, or miscellaneous. They just need to pull over and get out of the way. One color lighting schemes may give the agency a sense of personality or whatnot, but they’re certainly not the safest way to be seen. An emergency vehicle needs to throw out a lot of light across the spectrum of visible colors in order to help ensure the safest response possible.

So why are we having this hodgepodge of warning light colors? Why do people think they’re a good idea? I can think of a few advantages of having “law enforcement only” colors, as in reducing false traffic stops from people impersonating police officers, but having one color and one color only simply makes it easier for a criminal to get a hold of that one color of light. Why fire would only need red lights is a question that I can’t come up with a good reason for.

So good luck driving out there! If you see me, I’ll be on the side of the road letting a tow-truck go by. Then I’ll run my blue light in Wisconsin because we got a house fire in my district that touches the WI state line and I’ll get arrested for impersonating a police officer. Then I’ll be at work getting into a crash because someone driving out there was color blind to the color red.

Anyone want to add to the confusion? What colors do your state or country use? Is anybody else in favor of a national standard?

Posted by Ckemtp on April 7, 2010 • Filed under: 911 fail, Administration & Leadership, Ambulance, Ambulance Driver, Ambulance maintenance, Command & Leadership, EMS, EMS Health & Safety, EMS Management, EMS Topics, EMS rant, EMS safety, Emergency Medical Services, Fire Rescue Topics, In the Line of Duty, Iowa, Iowa EMS, Line of Duty, Management, Technology & Communications, Vehicle Operation & Ambulances, Vehicle Operations & Apparatus, accident, ckemtp rants, code-3, drive fast, lights and sirens, politics, technology-communications-ems-topics, volunteer fire department, volunteer firefighter

Huddled Masses. Healthcare. Honor. EMS.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Neither should you.

Thoughts?

Posted by Ckemtp on March 25, 2010 • Filed under: Administration & Leadership, Command & Leadership, EMS, EMS Health & Safety, EMS Topics, EMS ethics, Economics, Emergency Medical Services, Ethics, Fire Rescue Topics, In the Line of Duty, Uncategorized, edemse, everyday ems ethics, inside the mind of a paramedic, medical ethics, politics, professionalism, socialized medicine

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.

 

Posted by Ckemtp on February 16, 2010 • Filed under: Ambulance, CISD, EMS, EMS Health & Safety, EMS Topics, EMS ethics, EMS pep talk, EMT, Emergency Medical Services, Fire Rescue Topics, Fire department, Firefighter, Firefighter Safety & Health, In the Line of Duty, Paramedic, bad calls, emotions, inside the mind of a paramedic, paramedic education, psychology, sadness, safety

Firefighter Killed, 8 injured in Wisconsin

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Http://www.Firefighterclosecalls.com has this sad news this morning regarding an explosion in Wisconsin that has claimed the life of one firefighter and left 8 others injured.

http://firefighterclosecalls.com/fullstory.php?98993

Our Thoughts and Prayers are with their families and our brothers in the St. Anna Fire Department 

Posted by Ckemtp on December 30, 2009 • Filed under: Fire Rescue Topics, In the Line of Duty, Line of Duty

Thanking Those who REALLY Deserve it – Merry Christmas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Merry Christmas, Every one.

Posted by Ckemtp on December 24, 2009 • Filed under: 2009, Ambulance, EMS, EMS Health & Safety, EMS Motivation, EMS Topics, EMS ethics, EMS pep talk, Emergency Medical Services, Fire Rescue Topics, Firefighter, Firefighter Safety & Health, In the Line of Duty, Line of Duty, News, Paramedic, appreciation, fire, pride, profession, professionalism