The C Word
I remained professional, but didn't say much. He proceeded to describe what a great time he was having at his base, all of the great flights that he has done etc etc. I really don't give two shits what his experience is..... you are married to the C word and are lucky that I didn't kick your ass (or let the cop do so) when you gave her my contact info. Sometimes I just want to get on FredricksofHollywood.com or a sex toy web site and send him catalogs. I think that would truly send her over the edge! (but I'm too nice for that!)
We did 3 flights together. All in all, I was not impressed. Maybe I'm a little more of a Type B personality, but I don't have to be "in charge" all the time and I would really rather look at the big picture rather than micro-manage. Whoooo-Saaaaa!!!
We flew a AAA that was hypertensive and had that "I'm about the rupture and die" look. There was an 18 month old in respiratory distress. This kid was looking shitty too....like he was starting to get tired and might buy a tube. In some cases, when the mom is a calming influence I will let them fly too. This mom admitted up front that she is scared of planes (much less a damn helicopter), but supermedic decided to bring her along. She spent the flight with her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. I had to keep the oxygen mask on jr. and wake him up when he started to drop his oxygen saturations as well as keep mom from having a full blown panic attack. Yeah, this didn't impress me. Our last flight I was to be "in charge." A man was working in a granite factory (they make those granite counters) and was crushed by a 1,000lb slab. He was awake and had been extricated when we got to him. Surprisingly, he was doing pretty well. Unfortunately, WonderMedic got to the ambulance first and decided he was going to run the show. The back of the ambulance is not the place for a pissing contest, so (type B me) rolled with it. He apologized later.... but I got the last laugh. You have to do the chart Buddy!! Haha!!!!!
The final 2 patients of the night were both with the night medic who has been a rock star to work with. He is very patient and has accepted my learning curve as both a new flight nurse and a new person to this base. We did 2 intubated head bleeds on multiple drips. Very much down my alley after the time in NeuroICU. One poor woman had been down for God knows how long, had vomited, aspirated and had an MI (in addition to her head bleed) all prior to her family getting home and finding her. She was on Neosynepherine, Dopamine and Levophed and still had pressures in the shitter. (for you non-medical folks out there.... thats BAD despite the Tiger Woods, Shaq and Lance Armstrong of all "get your bp up meds")
The receiving nurse was unthrilled with the whole situation and went off on us, though we are still not sure why. She kept using "this patient." How and I supposed to take care of "this patient" without a vent in the room? (well, she is on ours right now!) Do you even know where "this patient's" family is for consent? (yeah lady, all 20 of them are in your waiting room) Why is "this patient" on all these pressors? (cuz her pressure sucks) Why is "this patient" seatbelted so tight? (WE FLY IN THE AIR LADY!!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!)
Ok, so I dropped the C word in the elevator on the way out. The medic nearly peed himself and the tech gave me a high five.
I still hate that word.