Jelly & GI's

Saturdays are always house day. Today we stripped and waxed the floors in the house. Although I know I'm always saying how I love being busy, it was nice to have a pretty quiet day. Got in a nap or two before dinner. Started off the morning with a guy who laid down his motorcycle on an exit ramp. No major trauma.

Ran a call for a woman with an unknown problem. She was slapping on her phentnyl patches like a 7-yr old girl does with gold star stickers. Mom found her and was unable to wake her. BP was 56/palp. Talk about taking her to the hospital brought her around to tears and she tried to give us the info we wanted that would maybe qualify for a refusal.. but no.. she bought herself a ride. She complained of dry lips on the way out and I told her I'd give her some petroleum jelly when we got in the ambulance. Narcan brought her around a little and while my partner did his thing, I opened up a small packet of lubricating jelly. Squeezeed a little out and gave it to her and told her to apply some to her lips. Before I could get the last word out she put the whole thing in her mouth, she sucked out the jelly and swallowed it! I couldnt even get out "No, wait..." and it was already down the hatch. She looked up at me like, "What, .... what else should I have done with it?" Its a good thing I was standing behind her, I couldn't stop laughing.

Now anyone who is in this field knows that GI bleeds are one of the more nauseous calls that we get. Got called out for a pt vomiting. Walking in.. the filth and the roaches that were all around the pt was enough to make it an accomplishment to not hurl myself. Very thin man with supposedly only a diabetic hx who obviously doesnt care for any of his wounds. I didnt dare set my bag down while trying to assess him. We get ready to roll him onto a sheet to carry him down the stairs and he hurls all over the floor at my feet. It is all I can do to not be a sympathy puker. Nothing like upper GI bleen vomit. We coccoon him into the sheet and start carrying him out side and down the stairs and 2 very large palmetto bugs (flying roaches) come scurrying out of his shirt. "Dont drop him.. Dont drop him.." We get him loaded and on the way. I was very glad I was driving this call.