Just got back from a cardiac arrest call. At least that is what we were dispatched for. As we were getting into the engine, knowing that we were going to a care facility, we were discussing which of the two possible scenarios we would face. In these cases, we expect a very deceased person, or a person sitting up and talking.
Turns out, it was the latter. The old guy fainted, fell down, and the very excited staff began CPR right up to the point when he started complaining about it. After we arrived, it was apparent that he was doing OK, but had a rather slow heart rate and was speaking slowly due to his Parkinson's. During the our exam, he closed his eyes for a moment. The Paramedic, who is a real clown, blurts out, "don't close your eyes Bill, or someone might start pushing on your chest!"
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Desperate People
It never ceases to amaze me. People pick up the phone, call 911, and expect...well, they just expect weird things sometimes. For example, a couple day ago, an apparently normal adult female called at about midnight. With her willing accomplices in the 911 center, she managed to get 3 highly trained (and paid) professionals at her door within minutes of her call. Her problem? A tiny sliver in her foot which she got from walking on barkdust. She was somewhat mystified that we were something less than willing to do on-demand exploratory surgery for something that that could not be seen with a naked eye.
In a similar oddity, although occurring several years ago, an adult female called to have her toilet seat removed. Since she lived in an apartment complex, the maintenance man had done some upgrades and replaced the toilet seat. Now, since it was new, it smelled like plastic (go figure) and that was making her nauseous. That, my friend is why we have firefighters...to deal with these desperate situations that are so vexing.
In a similar oddity, although occurring several years ago, an adult female called to have her toilet seat removed. Since she lived in an apartment complex, the maintenance man had done some upgrades and replaced the toilet seat. Now, since it was new, it smelled like plastic (go figure) and that was making her nauseous. That, my friend is why we have firefighters...to deal with these desperate situations that are so vexing.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
The Things We Do...
Had an unusual string of events last shift. We caught a respiratory distress call at about 0530. Turns out that it was an actual respiratory distress call with real distress. Since the man did not respond to treatment, it continued to be a serious call. In these cases, we often put an extra Paramedic or two in the ambulance for transport and we follow with the engine to pick up our firefighter/paramedic at the hospital. At this point, I became the designated ambulance driver for the code 3 trip back to the hospital. Usually, this in not a big deal, since I have been doing this for years. Only this time, we just took delivery of a fleet of new, very large ambulances. So, having never sat inside one, I need to drive in the dark code 3 with a critical patient. Once I figured out where the key, the brakes, and the lights were, we were off... Good news is, my maiden voyage did not result in any damage to anything and I did not have to spend the rest of the day filling out paperwork.
After arriving at the hospital, I get a radio call for me to contact dispatch via phone. I was told there was a man who fell out of his wheelchair on the other side of town, and he was needing some lift assistance. Before I could ask, "Why not send an engine in that area?", they continued with the details that included the door being locked and the keys being with the wife who was currently trying to hatch a baby at the hospital. So, off to Labor and Delivery for the keys, back to the other side of town to pick the man off the floor, and finally back to the station, just in time to finish up the reports and go home.
Just another day when you need to expect the unexpected!
Friday, September 21, 2007
This is NOT What it Looks Like
We were recounting our stories of how much effort it took to be hired as a firefighter. It is not uncommon for firefighters to spend 2-5 years testing all over the country. When I was hired, there were about 600 applicants for 12 positions. Now days, the numbers are much more in favor of the applicant, but still it is a competitive process.
My engineer Roger, who is one of the more senior members of the department, told the story of how he once tested for a department near Portland, Oregon. As he is a rather meticulous character, he traveled to the area the night before, checked the location, and was all set for the test in the morning. The application included a warning that at the appointed time, the doors would be locked and no late-comers would be allowed to test. As he was driving to the test, he had a flat tire. With no taxis, cell phones (in that era), and no one willing to pick up a stranger, he was resigned to missing the test.
Suddenly, a local police officer arrived and asked if he could help. He then graciously offered a ride to the testing location. Here is where the story takes a dark turn. Although the police officer was more than willing to help, he had rules to follow. So in order to carry someone in the police car, it required a pat down check for weapons, and the customary handcuffs. At this point, Roger had no other choice but to accept the inconveniences in order to make it to the test on time. They rushed off to the test place, just in time to see the officials locking the doors and starting to turn the late-comers away. The police officer graciously dashed up to explain the situationand returned to uncuff Roger in front of the somewhat confused small crowd that was gathering. Roger bolted for the door and was allowed to take the test. For some reason, they never did call poor Roger back for an interview.
My engineer Roger, who is one of the more senior members of the department, told the story of how he once tested for a department near Portland, Oregon. As he is a rather meticulous character, he traveled to the area the night before, checked the location, and was all set for the test in the morning. The application included a warning that at the appointed time, the doors would be locked and no late-comers would be allowed to test. As he was driving to the test, he had a flat tire. With no taxis, cell phones (in that era), and no one willing to pick up a stranger, he was resigned to missing the test.
Suddenly, a local police officer arrived and asked if he could help. He then graciously offered a ride to the testing location. Here is where the story takes a dark turn. Although the police officer was more than willing to help, he had rules to follow. So in order to carry someone in the police car, it required a pat down check for weapons, and the customary handcuffs. At this point, Roger had no other choice but to accept the inconveniences in order to make it to the test on time. They rushed off to the test place, just in time to see the officials locking the doors and starting to turn the late-comers away. The police officer graciously dashed up to explain the situationand returned to uncuff Roger in front of the somewhat confused small crowd that was gathering. Roger bolted for the door and was allowed to take the test. For some reason, they never did call poor Roger back for an interview.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Did I Actually Say THAT?
Every once in a while, we forget about the public that tends to notice everything we do and say. In particular, it is common to say something on an emergency scene that is badly misunderstood or taken offensively. A classic example of this is when a paramedic says to "bag 'em". We in the know, understand that to mean "get a bag-valve mask and assist the patient with ventilation." The family nearby interprets, "time for one of those body bags" and their loved one is dead. Like I said, this one has happened on more than one occasion.
On a medical call in a elderly couple's home recently, it was apparent that the gentleman with some slight chest pain, also had some dementia. After he answered the same question several times and was confused about his date of birth, we had a bit of discussion about his dementia and whether it was getting worse. As we were chatting with the couple, their family, and a few neighbors that stopped by for the entertainment, it was determined that perhaps we should call the patient's doctor. The wife says, "sure, use this phone" and hands a tv remote to our young paramedic. After a brief look of confusion on his face, be blurts..."I thought he was the one with dementia..." As the rest of the crew stared at him stunned, the wife quickly laughed and we all got a good chuckle out of that one.
On a medical call in a elderly couple's home recently, it was apparent that the gentleman with some slight chest pain, also had some dementia. After he answered the same question several times and was confused about his date of birth, we had a bit of discussion about his dementia and whether it was getting worse. As we were chatting with the couple, their family, and a few neighbors that stopped by for the entertainment, it was determined that perhaps we should call the patient's doctor. The wife says, "sure, use this phone" and hands a tv remote to our young paramedic. After a brief look of confusion on his face, be blurts..."I thought he was the one with dementia..." As the rest of the crew stared at him stunned, the wife quickly laughed and we all got a good chuckle out of that one.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
How to Avoid Accidents
A common theme when it come to accident investigation is the concept of "chain of events". This concept is based on the premise that a sequence of events occurs in such a way that anytime a link is broken the accident is prevented. For example, say a "fender bender" happens in a busy intersection. When investigating, it would be common to say that the chain of events includes a cell phone call, speeding, a dirty windshield, heavy traffic, and early morning sun glare. If you consider all of these factors as a chain, breaking or removing any of the links would have prevented the accident.
So with that concept in mind, a totally "preventable" fire call happened late last night. The call came in as a house fire and a total of 18 firefighters and one tired district chief were all rolled out of their bunks at about 1 AM. This exciting yet inconvenient little exercise could have been prevented:
- Life Flight helicopter had not landed on the hospital roof.
- if the wind had been blowing a different direction or a window had been close.
- had the lady on the third floor not been medicated very heavily.
- if the telephone in her room had not allowed outside calls.
- by dispatch realizing the person they had on the line was not sure what direction was "up".
So by putting this chain all together, you get a large of amounts of sirens, lights, and sleepy firefighters tromping all over a house out in the suburbs, disturbing the neighbors, just for grins...
Sunday, July 29, 2007
A Career First
Having been in the business for a lot of years, it is not very often that a total new experience hits me like what happened last night...
Engine 6 was dispatched to a car fire at about 3 AM. We just got on the road when we were diverted to a chest pain call. So far, this is pretty normal - but then, it became apparent that the chest pain call was two doors down from the car fire. Technically, the car fire which was spreading to the garage, was a lower priority than someone dying from a heart attack. But, as you may have gathered, dispatch information is rarely accurate, and always assumes the worst when it comes to medical conditions.
Now 5 blocks out from the call, we see a glow in the sky, a plume of smoke, and know that we have a real problem on our hands. From two blocks out, it is obvious that this is a ripping fire, in a cul-de-sac, all the neighbors were awake, and we had multiple people directing us into the fire. To bad we were supposed to park the fire truck, ignore the fire, and go check on the little old lady with chest pain.
There is something about selling confidence to the public and managing your PR that dictated what we actually did. I had the engineer put the pump in gear and by himself, keep the fire out of the garage. While he was doing that, the firefighter and I went to check on the lady. As it turns out, she was actually having indigestion/heartburn and did not want to go to the hospital. She simply had read the signs and symptoms chart on her refrigerator, determined that it said to call 911 if you had chest pain, and the rest is history.
Another engine arrived shortly, finished putting out the fire, and we all went back to quarters.
Engine 6 was dispatched to a car fire at about 3 AM. We just got on the road when we were diverted to a chest pain call. So far, this is pretty normal - but then, it became apparent that the chest pain call was two doors down from the car fire. Technically, the car fire which was spreading to the garage, was a lower priority than someone dying from a heart attack. But, as you may have gathered, dispatch information is rarely accurate, and always assumes the worst when it comes to medical conditions.
Now 5 blocks out from the call, we see a glow in the sky, a plume of smoke, and know that we have a real problem on our hands. From two blocks out, it is obvious that this is a ripping fire, in a cul-de-sac, all the neighbors were awake, and we had multiple people directing us into the fire. To bad we were supposed to park the fire truck, ignore the fire, and go check on the little old lady with chest pain.
There is something about selling confidence to the public and managing your PR that dictated what we actually did. I had the engineer put the pump in gear and by himself, keep the fire out of the garage. While he was doing that, the firefighter and I went to check on the lady. As it turns out, she was actually having indigestion/heartburn and did not want to go to the hospital. She simply had read the signs and symptoms chart on her refrigerator, determined that it said to call 911 if you had chest pain, and the rest is history.
Another engine arrived shortly, finished putting out the fire, and we all went back to quarters.
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