Saturday, February 27, 2010

She died on my cot (pick of the shift)







We get called at around midnight for a patient with trouble breathing. We arrive to find a 55 year old female at home breathing about 30 times a min and complained of minor chest tightness. Our patient has no medical history other than anxiety and was taking no meds. She is alert and answers questions correctly. Her pulse is about 90 and her blood pressure is 132/86. Her pulse ox is in the high 90% range. We put her on a nonrebreather mask at 12 lpm of O2 just because. She was having a hard time with the mask. She walked to the cot for us and we did a 4 lead ECG. The ECG was unremarkable and showed a NSR. We gave asprin and nitro per our dib/cp protocall. We loaded her in the truck and I got in the drivers seat. My paramedic partner was in back with her. We started our transport priority three, thinking she was having an anxiety attack. She was talking to my partner until we turned into the hospital. As we started to unload her she seized and stopped breathing. We started bagging her as we entered the ER. As we hit the doors to the hospital she lost her pulse. We started chest compressions. We took her to the trauma room and yelled for a crash cart and a doc. We moved her to the hospital bed and shocked her because the monitor showed v-fib. The shock put her into PEA. The monitor showed NSR at 60bpm but she had no pulse. The ER doc called time of death 20 min later. It was my last run on my last shift before going on vacation. Tell me, what would you have done differrently? JS


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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

pics from my sisters wedding in the islands






So my sister got married last week on St. Thomas USVI, here are some pics!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Backdraft and my love for the job!



That is an original "Backdraft" movie poster and it is hanging on the back of my bedroom door. I picked it up on ebay a few years ago. Backdraft came out in 1991, I was 13 years old and knew the first time I saw it I wanted to be a firefighter. To do this day it is still one of my favorite movies. Later in high school I took an interest in EMS and took an MFR course.

Now I have been on the job for ten years and I still love it as much as I did when I first started. Some days I forget how lucky I am to be doing what I really wanted to do..... Those are normally the days I pay my bills and realize how little money I make.

I am very lucky, I get the chance to make a difference in some ones life every time I go to work. How many people can say that? It doesn't matter if its making Grandma more comfortable on her way to the hospital or pulling somebody out of a burning building. I'm proud of what I do, but I don't think I'm as proud of it as my mother is!

Let me tell what I love most about this job. Its the look of hope and trust I see in peoples eyes when I arrive on scene, its like they know help is here and things are going to get better. People trust me simply because of the uniform I am wearing. What other job could you get that? I guess I'm just saying I love my jobs and my life! JS

I may question my faith, but my ears are still open


I'm driving home from the firehouse this morning listening to the old AM news radio station. I hear an ad on the radio from the red cross. The ad says that there is an extreme shortage of type O neg blood and they need donors. I don't think much of the ad until I look out my window and see a sign for a blood drive at a local school.

Just in case you didn't know I have type O negitive blood. I made a sharp left turn into the school parking lot and donated a pint of my own type O neg.

I still don't know how I feel about God, but something tells me that I needed to give blood. So be nice to me, I gave blood today. JS