Turkey Eve

I am sore and have a heck of a cold starting to get settled into my chest. All I want to do is curl up into bed and sleep. Am hoping that with the holiday and everyone's family being in town, people don't get all rowdy and start shooting each other.

First call of the morning was for a medical alarm. No other information.. enroute advised also the burglar alarm is activated. PK and I go trotting up to the front door... we dont hear anything.. looks like a few lights are on inside. No one is answering the front door. I'm starting to get that "ohhh boy" feeling. I go around the side and a sweet elderly man is looking out the side door very surprised to see us. He starts to say something when the elderly woman in the back room hits a button on the alarm panel which sends the home fire alarm into a tizzy. They are blivious to the wailing alarm as we try and get her to come away from the box and tell us the code. After "What dear?"-ing us 6 times she finally tells us that this is her daughters house and she doesnt
know the code to disarm the alarm. PK and I are laughing so hard we can barely keep from rolling on the floor. The old man has retired to the living room for us to figure this thing out on our own. We finally get the daughter on the phone and get it disarmed with the right code. PK and I are now as deaf as the elderly couple as we leave them to their own devices.. unattended for the day in a stange house on Thanksgiving Eve.

Get called for a 23yo M who was last seen A/O last night. Unresponsive to everything, pinpoint pupils, tachy into the 190's. Family says he is only on Seroquel but is known to use Ectasy. One hit of narcan with no response. Monitor shows a nice SVT. First two rounds of Adenosine do nothing. Third round dropped him to 113 but by the time we got him into the ER he was back up to 160. Baby Doc inside decides to look at 3 seconds of a strip about 3' long and announces "well no wonder he didnt convert, he is in Sinus Tach... this is not SVT..." and proceeds to go off on me. We had a little pow-wow right then and there.. and while I certainly am no para-god, I know SVT when I see it. I love it when 2nd and 3rd year residents try to puff out their chest and beat on it to impress the 1st year baby docs by trying to embarass someone else... and then stick their foot in their mouth and look like an ass.

Text book stroke patient which was one of those calls where everything just went beautifully. Dispatched for numbness and tingling. Found a 59yo woman slumped in a chair.. family said just 10 minutes ago she was standing, talking, no deficeits. Now she is slurring her words, cant stand, and incontinent. Complaining of severe headache on her right side with Pronator Drift and all other deficeits on her left. BGL of 180. BP 230/160. Dispatch to delivery to the Stroke Team at the ER in 21 minutes. Sweet. Hung out for a bit with the Neuro doc to confirm her brain bleed. Watched the charge nurse and one her baby docs go toe to toe over him wanting to intubate our pt on the way to CT. You can tell the who wears the pants in this ER... and its not the resident.

The night wears on with me getting sicker and more cranky. Poor PK puts up with me crawling into the cab for a call, sleeping til we get on scene, making my way through the call and then crashing til we get back to the station. I am praying for just 5 minutes of relief. Maybe my 2 days off for Thanksgiving will be easy. I will certainly be thankful for a job, a roof over my head, friends to get full with and a family who loves me even though they are far far away.