Usually, the patients we get in the clinic, or deal with on the EMS end are nice, generally well behaved, and accept the fact that we are there to help and that they need our help. Every so often, however, we get someone who refuses to cooperate. Heart problems and chest pains? LET US GIVE YOU YOUR DARNED NITRO. You complain that your chest hurts, struggle, yell, moan, and do everything else, but the moment that little pill gets close to your mouth, bam. Closed tight. /sigh Then, you decide not to let us put a catheter in. No, no, don't take our word for it. Feel for yourself how uncomfortable you are going to be when that other medication kicks in and starts flushing fluids out of your system. Don't make all of our lives easier by letting the catheter drain you. URGH.
And then the medvac flight. Wonderful view of the mountains, we have your vitals stable, and then you decide you need to flail around and almost pull the emergency exit release. At least I'm faster, by the grace of god... (See what I did there? eh? eh?) Anyways, I did manage to slam my hand against it before the patient's fingers got around it, but it was still one of those wide-eyed, did that really almost happen moments.
Oh, remember how we didn't get a catheter in? We had to bring portable urinals and he was strapped to a gurney... 2 + 2 = SCARRED. FOR. LIFE.
Anyways, that's that rant out of the way. On the bright side, there is a pretty good burger place in the Little City which we go to after getting the patient set up at the hospital. Jalapeno Burger ftw. It's amazing and I actually find is spicy!
I have a backlog of posts that I just haven't had a chance to put up. So I've set it up to post them, one a day, for the next few days.
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