Had a pretty cool call to the 20th floor of the SF federal building, where we had a patient in the middle of an unknown drug OD. We ran the call with an armed federal Marshall who was super cool and kept saying to the patient: "Hold on buddy! You're gonna make it! You're gonna be alright!", even though the dude was actually totally stable.
Couple of other cool medical calls, including what turned out to be a stroke caused by suspected meth abuse. Got to take the patient straight to CT, where the MD said no obvious bleeding. Weird part was that the patient was way over Medicare age, and very LARGE, which I guess are rare findings in meth abusers. Seems like if you're gonna find all different types of meth users, you'll probably be in SF.
Transported a patient who stated they had "Springles", probably meaning shingles.
Had some good and bad interactions with SFFD firefighters and medics, drove through a shit-ton of red lights, kept my cool mostly, remembered some stuff, forgot some stuff, and basically had a good week.
Working 1 and 1 on an ALS car is a ton more interesting, and I have to attempt to keep any exaggerated feelings of self-importance in check.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
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