I did something bad to my knee 2 weeks ago while trying to get a ~300 lb pt onto our non-electric, non-bariatric gurney because dispatch wouldn’t send the proper unit or backup, here’s hoping it magically pops back into place before my next shift
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
Holy terrible realization, Batman…
When you’ve already got the back of the gurney folded down and somehow you got into the elevator but now you can’t get out
When dispatch says take a code 7 but then immediately changes their mind and tells you to go cross a bridge into the next county and be an hour late to a call because you’re the only free crew
Seeing a fellow ambulance roll by and then they don’t wave back at you
Looking at next week’s schedule and realizing you’re working with that guy. YOU KNOW WHICH GUY I MEAN
pick up 95 YO M pt’s chart yesterday, the first page says in big block letters “PATIENT IS HARD”
Intrigued, I unfold the crease in the paper…”OF HEARING”
think to self well at 95 years old I’d be impressed if that first bit was true
Pulled up alongside a King American ambulance that had a sizable dent in its side, closer inspection revealed someone had placed a band-aid on the damaged area
was randomly dispatched to pick up some pads for a coworker who had just started her period, partner wondered if we should go code 3 for the hemorrhage
patient chart claimed that the pt was quadriplegic, told partner that I wished that the chart had been correct about that when he started to kick and try taking swings at us…