Wednesday, August 23, 2017

The Paramedics Are Here, Now What?

From our LifeSkills Series- The Paramedics are here, now what?
Before we begin-

I can not help you with your legal problem.

I can not help you get back the pills, stamp bag or ‘fit your girlfriend, boyfriend, mom, dad or other took from you.

I hereby affirm and acknowledge that you are indeed a tough guy. My partner thinks so too.

No we don’t have water or extra pillows and yes the ride is bumpy.

No- I do not know why he, she, they or it did that.

Start your answers at the front, not the back. “…well three years ago I fell and…”. Nope WRONG!!!- try this- “My thumb hurts, it’s the same one I hurt three years ago when I fell.” Okay?

I’m sure you’re a decent, hard-working person. Although it was kind of hard to tell when we dragged you out from under the slop sink and gave you the Narcan .

The weather, baseball, football, hockey, religion, politics- if I wanted to make small talk I would have called off and gone to a bar.

Feel free to add to the list- See ya'

Monday, September 15, 2014

Health and Fitness in EMS- It Ain't Easy

It's hard to stay in shape while living the EMS lifestyle- crazy schedules, sedentary, bad diet, stress- it all adds up.

I'll tell you what prompted this article- last night I was in the Medic room of our Command hospital. They had a slideshow going on a big screen TV with photographs of local EMS providers. Almost without exception everyone was obese. Some of the medics and EMT's were so grossly overweight I doubt very much if they could adequately function in EMS- they definitely couldn't self-rescue.

So here's my contribution to my fellow Paramedics, EMT's and first responders everywhere. A few tips on diet, exercise and lifestyle from a fulltime, in the trenches Paramedic. Please remember- I am NOT a doctor, a nutritionist or physical trainer. I'm just a medic like you and this is stuff that works for me. Try it at your own risk but please- do something. TODAY!

First things first- sleep. You have to sleep. I know- there's no time. Make time. Get your sleep, put sleep at the top of every days to do list.
Back in the olden days when armies marched for days and days to do battle, the opposing general would try to deny his enemy sleep before he would move his troops in for the kill. You have to sleep.

Diet- lots of info online, do some Google-ing  and figure it out. Here are a couple things I have found need to be kept in mind. A sedentary lifestyle requires way less calories than you are probably eating right now. Keep track of what you eat- 1500 to 2000 calories a day should be plenty. Plenty.

Fast food of all types is off limits. Burger King, McDonald's, Wendy's, KFC and any and all similar places have no healthy choices. NONE. Don't eat that shit- it will kill you.

Medic Room snacks- nope, don't do it.

Buy a soft cooler and bring food, in sensible portions from home.

Here is a sample of a daily food intake that is fairly healthy and portable. It is what I ate yesterday.

Breakfast- 2 hard boiled eggs, a 3 oz. piece of ham, 4 oz of unsweetened apple sauce, water
Snack- 1oz raw almonds, 1oz raisons
Lunch- peanut butter and fresh blueberry sandwich, an apple, water
Snack- 1oz raw almonds, 1oz raisons
Dinner- 2 slow cooked chicken thighs, salad, asparagus, water
Snack- yogurt with strawberries and a banana.

No food after 1900- or arrange your meals to fit your schedule, but fast for 8 to 12 hours a day.

Exercise- ya gotta keep movin'...
When I can I run, mountain bike, hike, workout etc, etc.
Here is a quick workout you can do anywhere- even at work.

Do a web search for instructions on the various exercises... here goes-

Stretch- 2 minutes
20 squats
10 pushups
15 second plank
20 trunk twisters
20 windmills
10 press, press, fling
10 pushups
Stretch- 2 minutes

Takes about 10 minutes. Go directly from one exercise to the next.

Start slow, increase the reps every week or so. You can do this routine back to back to back. 4 or 5 days a week.

Then run, walk or some combination of the two. Start with 30 minutes a day and work up to more. Walk the steps in the station, walk around the block, walk home. Just walk. Everyday.

That should get you started. Start now. Throw away that Quarter- Pounder.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Let's Make the World a Better Place mm'kay?

Walk facing traffic, ride your bike with traffic- only prostitutes and gang bangers do it the other way. 
Brake going in, accelerate coming out of a corner- that's 8th grade physics, quit doing it backwards. 
Cutting the corner doesn't make you faster- it makes you slower and shows the world you're an incompetent ass. 
Too wide? Turn back in towards the apex. Don't know where the apex is? Take the bus.
 By simply correcting these few simple deficiencies you'll make the world immediately better for all of us. Show's over- move along.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

EMS Week is a Farce...

EMS Week is a farce- and here's why every self respecting EMT and Paramedic should refuse to participate:
The theme for 2012 suggests that EMS is a calling- being a monk is a calling. A monk takes a vow of poverty and allows himself to be subservient and silent. That's just what your state regulators, your EMS service administrators and your "partners" at the hospitals want from you- shut up, take what you're given and for gods-sake don't quit.
So once a year these dinosaurs try to make up for a year of abusing EMS professionals by handing out stale nachos and helicopter calendars. Don't play along, it's just insulting.
Part of the problem is that your state regulators, your EMS service administrators and your "partners" at the hospitals don't have a clue what it is you do; and also, they don't care. All they know is you're quiet, you work cheap and you're not too picky about schedules and working conditions. And once a year, they know they can put a cheery glow on the Medics faces by passing out some non-temperature controlled sandwiches or giving away a heath system logo'd T-shirt or lunch box.
Look- EMS is not a calling. EMS is a profession- and like all professionals EMTs and Paramedics deserve to be highly compensated, provided outstanding benefits; including a retirement plan that allows a street medic to stop working before their body does... and scheduled- well, how 'bout a schedule that a human being can work. Yep- that's what I want for EMS Week 2012. The nachos and the helicopter calendar? Hell, you can shove 'em up your collective asses.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Ambulance Response Times in 21st Century America

Ambulance Response Times in 21st Century America- or " I called 20 minutes ago, where the hell is the ambulance?"
Not long ago I read a news report about a patient who had a bad outcome because an ambulance did not reach him soon enough- a tragic but familiar story I think. Here in The City response times of 20 minutes or more are not uncommon- fortunately a good 90% of our EMS calls are horseshit, but what about that other 10%. Hmm- that's a problem.
So people let's make this short and sweet- as long as the general public continues to abuse the 911 system in the manner they currently do, and as long as EMS managers continue to misappropriate their resources, there will be times when the ambulance will not be available when you need it.
Simple math- and the system is so overloaded now that the little juggling game EMS administrators play does not work any more. No sympathy here- you folks made the problem, you fix it.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

A Paramedics Guide to Lying

One of the first things you learn working as a Paramedic in EMS is that everyone is a liar. They all lie- grandma, grandpap, the street people, the junkies, the EMS managers and the politicians. The best way to beat a liar is to be a liar- hopefully this quick guide will get you started on a life long love of the art of deception.

Ready? Well let's get goin'...

  • Keep it simple- remember you're lying so the less you have to remember the better. Junkies always get caught because they can't shut up and their lies just get incredibly complex. Politicians do the same thing but for some reason we let them get away with it.

  • Don't be afraid of the silence- this kind of goes with the first rule. Just because the other person doesn't reply right away doesn't mean you have to start babbling and trying to fill in the blanks. This is another way junkies and politicians get caught- they just don't know when to stop and eventually trip themselves up.

  • Drop names- First and last names. Make them up if you have to.

  • Whenever possible quote a higher authority- here's an example that combines the name drop with the higher authority scheme- “ Andy Linquist from the committee assured us it was ok to be here.” Or- suppose someone asks-”Hey, what the hell are you doing?” , you say- “This is what they told me to do.” They in this case being the Higher Authority.

  • Practice your sincere face- a lot of people get caught lying just because they look like liars.

  • Be at ease but not too familiar- if a stranger gets too buddy buddy I suspect they're either lying or working some scam or another.

  • A big lie is as good or better than a little lie- but not too big. Too big and you either sound crazy or like a liar.

  • Don't say “Truthfully”, “Honestly”, “No I mean it, seriously...” or anything similar. That just brands you as a dirty, filthy liar. And NOBODY likes a liar.

Well, I hope that's enough to get you started. Watch and learn from all the liars you interact with everyday- but most of all- practice, practice, practice.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

C'mon Man- Now You've Made a Patient Cry?

Yes- it's true. Just a couple of weeks ago I had words with one of the most inept Medics in The City- leaving him a quivering, blubbering mess. Un-pleasant, really. But a patient? One of our helpless, hapless, defenseless EMS patients? Well, yeah...
Here's the sordid tale- judge me as you would like to be judged.
It was a dark and stormy night- well it was dark anyway- when our patient entered into a disagreement with another drunk outside a local club. The two of them stood on the sidewalk doing the Fighting Chicken- you know, that wavy arm thing that drunks do before they fight- when combatant "A" punched our patient in the belly. Our patient- let's call him Drunken Tough Guy Jimmy- fell down, rolled around a little, puked and then sat on the curb yelling at his girlfriend. That might have been the end of it- except Drunken Tough Guy Jimmy pushed his girl off the sidewalk and she made such a scene that the police were called.
Now, if you find yourself in this situation- you know; explaining that you just lost a bar fight, puked on the City sidewalk and shoved your 'ho into traffic- you should be calm, quiet and repentive. At least till the cops leave. Not Drunken Tough Guy Jimmy- no, he started screaming at the police. Not a smart strategy at 0300 in The City.
So the police are about to through Drunken Tough Guy Jimmy in the wagon for the trip to jail when he plays the I HAVE ABDOMINAL PAIN AND I CAN'T BREATH card. Yes- here I come in my ambulance.
When we pulled up we found Drunken Tough Guy Jimmy sitting on the curb, holding his tummy and rocking back and forth 'cause "I'm in pain man."
I asked my standard " What's goin' on tonight?" ( By the way- I got that from Grand Theft Auto- the medics in Liberty City always said "Hey, what's goin' on?") Drunken Tough Guy Jimmy decided to be a tough guy again and asked me who I thought I was. I told him I was a City paramedic and I'd love to help if he would just let me.
Drunken Tough Guy Jimmy informed me that I was nobody and asserted that he could "buy and sell me." Not just me but all the assholes like me. Now I could have gone off on him right then I suppose- but I'm a customer service kinda paramedic. So I tried to make a joke out of it- "Is that an offer?" I said with a smile.
Drunken Tough Guy Jimmy replied with a dumb look and a "Huh?" so I repeated my little joke "Are you making an offer to buy me sir?" Again, with a smile. But Drunken Tough Guy Jimmy wasn't getting it- maybe he didn't know if I was laughing at him or with him. He gave me that same dumb look and yelled "What's that asshole?" He started doing the sitting down version of the Fighting Chicken.
Still smiling I told him- " That's what I thought sir- you don't really have the money do you? You can't buy and sell me. You don't even have the intellect to have a conversation with me- do you? Let's try this- you sit there with your mouth shut until I ask you a question. When I do, you answer it and then shut the hell up again. Got it Tuffy?"
After a quick assessment I yelled over to the cops " Hey- this guy's good to go to the lock-up. See you on the next one."
...and then the waterworks started...

Sunday, April 1, 2012

The Giant Paramedic Education Misconception

Considering paramedic school? Already been through paramedic class and wondering what went wrong? Well, don't worry- your old pal Pedro the Paramedic is going to clear up a couple of things- maybe show you where you went off course. (pun intended)

First of all let me tell you in no uncertain terms- YOU WILL NOT LEARN HOW TO BE A PARAMEDIC IN PARAMEDIC CLASS. Sorry- paramedic class exists to give you the answers on the Registry exam. Period. You learn on the streets. You learn how to be a paramedic by paying attention to the human condition. Get it straight or get out.
Second- there is no magic checklist that some instructor is going to hand you to clear everything up. No mystical text or flip book or protocol. You have to use your head. Again- sorry, but it's all on you now.
Hey- here's a quick story. I had a medic student preceptee several years ago who just could not catch on. She was always flipping through her ALS pocket guide or screaming for the protocol book. She's one of the few paramedic students I have advised to give it up. She didn't- she went on and passed the medic test and got a job with a suburban EMS service- an ex-EMS service of the year. I ran into her in the ambulance bay of a local ER one day. She was shuffling through a big stack of hand-written note cards. She looked like she was going to cry. I asked what was wrong and she told me this- " Well, the guy we brought in was really bad. He was having a lot of trouble breathing and by the time I found the right note card he was dead." True story. Don't be like that.
That's it for today- hope that helped. See ya out there.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

I Made My Partner Cry

One of the disadvantages of working in a system with high turnover is continually losing good partners. Funny- the good one's leave and it seems like you're stuck with the losers fore-ever.
My steady partner Amy got bounced to another station a couple of years ago. We worked so well together- always knew where the other was going.Then I inherited Lil'Jimmy- we got off to a rough start- but Jim really turned out to be a great partner... until he left to deliver porta-potties.
Now I've been partnered on 3 of my 5 nights with Arlen. Arlen is one of those people who should not be associated with EMS in any way. Every minute that Arlen spends in an EMS uniform sets the rest of us back a year. Or more.
Arlen- among other things- is backwards, dull witted, timid, afraid to make decisions and slow to take action. Yeah- I know, it's my fault. Like hell- Arlen was born or molded into the useless lump he is long before he came onto my shift.
The typical EMS call with Arlen starts with him asking which way he should go, what he should do on scene, then sees him getting angry when you tell him. Arlen then begins to slam equipment and doors. After the call Arlen will continually ask "Are you mad at me? Am I a piece of shit partner? Is that what you're saying?"
Yes Arlen- that's what I'm saying. In fact, that's what I said last night. Some-one had to. Arlen's pretty upset- sure hope he doesn't quit, or transfer.
Every so often, in the wee hours of the morning, when I feel my faith in the Lord waning- I look over at Arlen and say to myself- "God- thank you for not making me a timid, useless, incompetent tub of goo like THAT ASSHOLE OVER THERE! Amen."

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Hercules the Dog- I've Got My Eye On You

I invite you to watch the following video- preferably with your keen EMS eye- and tell me if you agree  with me when I say: They should have named the dog BULLSHIT!

I mean I love a good story and all, but I'm just not buying this one. My finely tuned, honed in the ghetto, B.S. detector went off almost immediately.

So- nice dog folks, god bless ya for giving him a home, but, ah- you know... bullshit.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

An Open Letter to the 911 Dispatch Center

Dear 911 Dispatch Center,
I know you guys are frightfully busy and I understand everyone makes mistakes, but- you keep sending me places I really shouldn't be.
Maybe you just don't understand the role of the ambulance in the modern urban setting.
So- for future reference- send the POLICE to the stabber and the ambulance to the stab-ee.
The system just doesn't work well when you do it backwards.
OK ? Police to the stabber, ambulance to the stab-ee.
Thank you.

Hey- it's almost time. Mark your calenders and don't forget to stay the hell home.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Night Shift in The City

The shift started like most of them do- with the tones going off. We rotated between red angry intoxes and blue dopers.The good, the bad, the ugly. The hopefull and the hopeless. Around us The City did its lurching, stumbling dance.Working girls on the sidewalk, pushers in the shadows, Gangsters patrolling their turf.
We can hear voices- yelling, fighting, laughing. Music. Sometimes the sound of gunfire.
Besides the denizons of the urban deep there's no one out but us, the cops and the garbage trucks.