Good afternoon, JB is up and about. I was pretty tired when I arrived home this A.M. as I was tired from work. After midnight my unit responded to 5 runs that happened to be evenly spaced, so there was no sleepy sleepy time. I dyed my hair the previous night and feel asleep with my dye in my hair. I am fortunate I did not lose my hair, boy did I look bad. The dye had run and stained my scalp, I looked like a giant turd. I was debating leaving the head alone and just going to work. After careful thought I decided against such an action as management already thought I was insane.I have my local hair dresser, stylist tend to my melon. This lady scrubs the dew with chemicals and an exfoliate ...My scalp is stained and raw and well, I look better. I will now look good in the haberdashery my employer provides.
Messing with the dew and I am running late to work. I forgot I need to get fuel and pickup a item for a friend. I do not have time for my delicious cup of Telway. I get to work and there is a run waiting for me.I am off to a lady beaten and dragged by a car. She has left the scene before we arrive. From there we are close enough to Telway to get that delicious cup of gold, glorious moment. My partner is a good guy, veteran with more years on the job than I do. He is also a union guy, so I feel good riding with a brother in arms.
We are off to the midtown region with Telway in hand for a chest pain.Upon arrival we find a psy pt, drinking a beer CAOX3. The patient is paranoid that his B.P. is elevated due to the little pressure machine she purchased for him. Everyone has had a few beers. His B.P. is fine, he doe snot have c.p. and his vitals are great. He seems to be at odds because a lady at the house likes the way I look and is trying to flirt. He becomes upset and babbles on. I ask him if he takes his PSY. meds? He says no!I tell him I can tell and I suggest he stops drinking and take his pills as mental illness lasts a lifetime.He does not want to harm himself or others, our job is done ...off to the next run.
We are now at a residence for a 30 something woman with abd pain to the umbilicus region.The room is permeated with the smell of natures own weed. There is another lady yelling in the other room. A complete assessment with pain to the mid abd, not rigid or tender. The patient is not an O.B. patient, zero N&V ,zero tarry stools. The patient has not had a "shit" for a few days per own admission. She Delcine's transport to the hospital and says she is going to take a boo boo.
The next call is a complete waste of EMS resources, The patient is a 4 y/o female with NERD candy in her ear. She is calm with a cute hat. She is a beautiful little girl with a delightful attitude. Her mom is a nice lady and her brother is polite. My patient walks and brings a smile to my face. When we arrive at the hospital, we exit the unit and she wants to hold my hand. My heart melts and I wish this little lady all the luck in the world for the few moments of happiness she has given me.
we respond to a few false runs and it is back to Telway for a midnight cup of coffee to sustain me through the night.
We get run #1 for the new day. The residence is a brand new subsidized house. Kids are on mattresses through out the residence. The residence is dirty and being destroyed. Our elderly patient evidently fell asleep on the toilet and fell off. She is fine and does not want EMS transport after full assessment. I start coughing on the dust or stink in the residence. My partner gives me a mint to clear my throat. We exit the residence and I think the government is too good to some. I work my ass off and I live in a 70 y/o house that is always in need of up keep. It has lost over half its value. I am not pleased. How can someone live in a new house with new oak cabinets and appliances and not have a job. HOW? just HOW? Hmmmmmmmmmmm, sickening.
We respond to a 3 y/o with asthma with sob. The young lad is getting an updraft at our arrival. The young man has congestion in his lower portion of the lungs. Positive upper airway congestion, then a cough. We hear a barking cough, hmmmmm , croup. I tell the family about the cool night air , the steam of a shower , a albuterol updraft will not take care of croup.I will take the young lad to the hospital as I am concern he will not make it to the doctors. The parents say they will separate with mom riding in the ambulance, and the dad following in a car. WTF........ why can't you just put your own child in your own car and go to your doctor, or the hospital. Why would you wait for EMS when you have a car. I attempt to impart some wisdom upon this couple, however I realize this is just a waste of breath. I like the little guy, he is cute and sweet like all young children.
I am starting to tire. we just make it to our station, a little rest perhaps? No.....we are off to a 50 y/o woman with a TOOTHACHE ! Inside am fuming, a bit tired of serving those who have made little, if any effort to help themselves. Sure enough, she is there crying, holding her jaw. Toothache for several days, holy shit a bird just flew into my window, poor bird.... dead. Back to the toothache. I say nothing, I let my cool ass partner do all the talking. She walks to the unit, crying, babbling and really just getting on my last nerve. I say nothing, thinking only of Night at NICK in my head. I see her lips moving, but I no longer hear the words coming out of her mouth. There is a thought of Dr. Dennis Leary and his "shut the fuck up" therapy, I am laughing inside.I then think about Bill Murray in What About Bob... silly funny movie.... I am thinking about the Death therapy scene..lol classic... I look at my patient and I am amused with her stupidity and the things going on in my head.LOL HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.... finally I am sing the Dennis Leary 'I Am A Asshole song in my head...I am laughing my ass off... I see her lips moving she looks like a dummy without the ventriloquist ......HAHAHAHAHAHA......we drop her off to the E.R. to the triage nurse who has a look of disgust. I am thankful my vivid mind keeps me entertained so I do not say anything bad to this ignorant lady... Night is over with...I think about the middle class, I think about universal health care and the runs I have performed. The poor and needy hmmmmmmm.how about the abused middle class, where is our bail out.....sickening, just sickening.The poor is a never ending vortex sucking the life out this region.