21 calls

A pretty busy shift to say the least. Our other box got called into the city for a shooting which downgraded into a full code. We get called into the same neighborhood 20 minutes later for a 6yo boy who fell off his bike and was bleeding from his rectum. The street was filled with people all antsy about the shooting and relatives of the victim were around our scene so it was chaotic. Little kid laying on the couch who says nothing hurts and after looking him over he isnt bleeding anymore. Mom is good with not taking him in and while talking to her and trying to keep track of the 7 kids in the house.. she tells her 3 boys to tell us their names. All 3 of them, all hers, tell us their names are Michael. Michael 1, Michael 2, Michael 3. No kidding. Guess it makes it easier to call them in for dinner.

Ran a full asthma protocol while the engine company we were with sat there and watched. We were wanting to get her going and asked one of them to drive.. no.. they just sat there at the back doors and watched and kept asking us if we were serious. Umm... YEAH I'm serious! another 3 minutes of getting my partner set up and we headed out on our own. A Duo-Ned treatment, Epi, Solu-Medrol and Mag on board and she was ready to go home by the time we pulled into the ER.

Got a call for chest pain and ended up being a woman who was just diagnosed with lupus last week. She was put on prednisone and Coumadin. She was having a massive meltdown. Apparently hadnt slept in days, was getting very paranoid, shaky,... was on her way to getting some haldol. I've had moments kinda like these, especially when I've been sick for a few days where you just get SO tired that you just crack, emotionally. You are begging for any sort of relief.. to just rest. I felt for her... She said she didnt have any history of psychiatric diagnosis. She passed out for a bit on the trip in but once in the ER and everyone asking questions again it set her off. Checked in on her later in the night and she was getting a CT.

Ran a head-on MVC with an open tib/fib. A syncopal pt who refuses transport even though she is brady, hypotensive and has a sugar of 78. A couple of vomiting/flu-like patients. A possible stroke. Ran a call for a chest pain who was an alcoholic.. who advised that he was allergic to alcohol when asked about allergies and then proceeded to say that he's been drinking for the past 3 days and could we give him something for DT's. mmmm... I dont think so darlin.

Ran another MVC who had a deformed lower arm who still adv that she would get her own way to the hospital. Ironic that here is a woman who was t-boned on her side at a moderate rate with a hit-and-run, what looked like a closed fracture and she'll wait for her family to take her in.. and 20 minutes later we'll get called to take someone into the hospital for a splinter.

On our way back to the station at 0300am, we pass a convienent store down the block from the station with a woman laying on her belly in the parking lot.. just hanging out... laying like you'd lay on the beach with your head resting on your arms... just watching the people and cars go by. My partner and I take bets on who and when we'll get called for her. We're on our way back from a late call so we can complete shift change and we hear the box from the next territory over get called to the convienence store for the woman... what a world....