08 September 2006

10-50 No car found

I just got back from another call. We were called for a check up on a 10-50. It was at the furthest edge of our district. When we got on scene, all I saw was a squad car. I asked my partner, "um...where's the car?" We just couldn't figure it out. Not wanting to sound stupid on the radio and say that no car was found (you know, just in case we find one in the forest or something) we just put ourselves on scene. We didn't give a scene size up, which, of course, pissed off everyone back at the station because they wanted to know what was going on.

Anyways, I got out of the rig and headed towards the squad. There was an officer and a guy standing outside. The officer said that there was a girl in the car too, and that she keeps nodding off. At this point, I still wasn't understanding what was going on, so as I went to talk to the girl, I spoke with the cop. He said that the couple was in a taxi and he missed the turn. Rather than turning around, he tried to make it at about 60 mph. Needless to say, he didn't make it, went into the ditch, and kept driving. The couple yelled at him to stop and they got out of the cab, and the driver sped away, leaving them on the side of the road.

The girl was complaining of head pain and needed to be transported. The guy had ear pain and then started complaining of neck pain. We only had the two of us on the rig, and since both wanted to go to the hospital, and they both needed to be boarded, I had to call for a second ambulance. We got another one enroute, which left our station with no ambulance and on a general alarm. They got on scene, and all hostility over not getting a scene report was gone. They realized how screwed up it was, got the less critical patient and headed towards the hospital. Good times.

I also did a stand by at a football game. It was absolutely crazy-people everywhere. The people were horrible; they played the national anthem and you couldn't even hear it because people were being so rowdy. And most weren't even watching the game-they were just hanging out in their little groups.

The game was in the next town over, and they tend to have a lot of gang related problems which have just gotten worse with a huge influx of people from Louisiana and from Chicago when a bunch of the projects shut down. There was one big fight that ended with several people being kicked out. Other than that I just concentrated on watching my back...and the drug box in the rig :)

We didn't have any injuries from the game. Just a kid that hit himself in the head with a baseball bat, cut his eyebrow and wanted a bandaid. Good times.

14 July 2006

Chest Pain

Only one call today. It was a walk in for "chest pain." The lady looked like she was in pain, but something just wasn't right. She got into the rig and sat down. One of the firefighters called dispatch and had them tone us out, so of course, all of our pagers went off. She was like "what are all those noises!?" By this time I had it figured out for the most part.

I tried to question her, and got very few answers. My partner turned on the monitor and pulled down the corner of her shirt to put electrodes on. When he did this he noticed that she already had electrodes on. We asked her what they were from and she gasped, and freaked out like we weren't supposed to find those. Whatever. I continued with my questioning. She said she needed oxygen. I put her on some to try and muffle her nonsense. We found out a bit later from the police that she was seen by rescue in another town, signed AMA, and then came up here. Fantastic.

Then she has the balls to say that she doesn't want to go to the hospital, she just wanted to make sure her heart was okay. I gave her the look, and asked her where she wanted to go. I told her she had to go since we just hooked her up to everything.

We headed towards the hospital (after the IV, etc) and I was still trying to get any info out of her that I could. She yelled at me, "If you'd stop asking so many questions, I could answer them!" I was like, okay, bring it on. Then she started yelling that she was choking. By this point I was beginning to lose my patience. I shouted back, "If you were choking, you wouldn't be talking." She continued to say this for the rest of the ride. She finally gave me a story. "I was at my daughters house...(insert pregnant pause here) and I was standing outside (another pause), and I was shot in the chest....with electricity." I gave up after that.

I called tele and gave them the story. While I was on the phone, she's yelling, "tell them that they left these things on me!" I got off the phone and started asking her about her doctors. She listed about 10 off, and then gave me a doctors name and said, "from.....Mental Health." I was like, ding ding ding!!!! We have a winner! She absolutely tested my patience. I was glad to finally hand her over to the hospital staff.

04 July 2006

Boring life

I haven't posted in a while. My life is boring. I might have had some good calls. I can't even remember anymore.

I am bored out of my mind with everything. I have been working every day. I barely even got to see fireworks today. We had to make our own noises because the fireworks were so far away we couldn't hear them.

Yeah...imagination isn't as good when you grow up :(

Maybe we will get a decent call tonight. All we've had today is a call for a seizure in a toddler. It was an okay call. But I want more.

We actually did get another call earlier, but I didn't go. My pager went off four times in a row. They gave our tones, MABAS tones, our tones, MABAS tones, and then our tones again. It sounded like the entire world was coming to an end. Not quite. Just dispatch hitting the wrong keys. Half of the department was flying like bats out of hell to the station. I came flying out of my driveway and flew down the street. It only took me 20 seconds to get to the station if that tells you anything. I think my neighbors think I'm nuts. All that for a rescue call. I was caked in paint from painting my house, so it was probably a good thing that I didn't have to go out in public. They retoned again as I was pulling into the parking lot to disregard the MABAS tone. Oh well. It was a good adrenaline rush :)

24 June 2006

Laceration

We got called for a child with a laceration. He had been riding his bike at the skate park and fell. His sunglasses caught him right above his eyebrow. A nice deep 3 cm laceration. We cleaned him up, got ahold of his parents and waited. His parents were at a friend's house, but got there in about 5 minutes. They wanted to take him to a hospital out of our district. They signed him AMA and that was that.

No other calls yet. I'm bored out of my mind. Hopefully we get something good tonight :)

11 June 2006

Fire Prevention

I just arrived in Emmitsburg, MD. Well, yesterday anyways. Good times. I am having the time of my life. It is so wierd to be away from work. When the alarm clock went off this morning I thought it was my pager and came flying out of bed. When I actually came to I realized that I wasn't at the firehouse.

My class is going to be really good. We have tons of outside activities. We even have graduation! We are taking a class trip to Gettysburg to visit, and if I can convince a couple others, maybe DC. We shall see.

I was told how wonderful it is here, but I know now that it is definitely the truth. This place is awesome. Everybody treats you like an equal. Even the security officers are nice.

We are right across the street from Camp David. When the president comes in, the blackhawk helicopters land here. That's pretty cool.

Anyways, I will have more blogs from this week and a couple backdated ones. I haven't had time to keep up.

06 June 2006

Phantom of the Elevator

Several calls today. Good times. We had a smoke investigation. A deck caught on fire. A neighbor put it out. It was still fun. We also did an elevator rescue that turned out to be nothing. We joked that it was the phantom in the elevator. There was nobody there and the students needed to get a key from the office to use it. Oh well. At least we got the keys figured out so that if there is a real emergency we can act more efficiently. We also had a dumpster fire. Lots of fun. The paint was completely melted off and the lid was burned off. The water was boiling off the metal. It was almost a real fire. I hope I get a real one soon :).

04 June 2006

Even Better

One good call. We were called for a man who took the wrong medication. When we got on scene, our patient was very agitated, and said he was going crazy. He had taken the wrong meds. Not his fault though; the pharmacy gave him the wrong ones. He had been taking them for four days, and obviously, not taking the meds he should have been. They gave him clomiphene instead of clomipramine. Yeah. Clomiphene is a drug some women take to increase fertility, etc. Not really for men to take. The calls just keep getting better. First a leaky testicle, now a guy that will probably grow ovaries... :). What next?