Temporary hibernation…

…due to stimulus overload.

It has been a very busy time the past two months. Finally starting full time work as a paramedic in the NHS has been great, but obviously time and brainpower consuming (There will be a dedicated post about this).

And as if starting a new job on the other side of the planet wasn’t enough, university studies have kicked in again – starting on the same day as my first day of employment. I’ve only got a few more weeks of study to go this semester; obviously it takes priority over many other things, but once out of the way, blogging shall be on the reuptake.

Phew…not much time for me or my poor little head!

I’m also thinking where this blog of mine is heading, and where I may take it. Considerations and thoughts include a focus on work, travel, general thoughts and reflective practice in general including university studies – bringing you a couple of my thoughts on management in a healthcare environment.

Thanks for reading the blog – there will be more to come!

LondOne, Two, Three!

Omne trium perfectum – everything that comes in threes in perfect

After gaining some interesting insights how paramedics operate in London by riding out with Lysa Walder in 2009 and InsomniacMedic in 2011, the year has come where I put myself in the hot seat and actually work in London.

After two shifts in the capital of the United Kingdom, the largest city in Europe and one of the most vibrant and exciting cities in the world, what does Yours Truly think?

In brief: Yours Truly is happy. It’s busy, there’s traffic everywhere, there are people everywhere, and its not hot.

Some of my initial impressions in a bit more depth include:

- it’s much busier. Generally you will get a job the minute you begin your shift, and then when you clear or “green up” at hospital or whoever you left your last patient. This is good, this keeps me awake.

- in these two twelve hour shifts I’ve possibly encountered as much heavy traffic as I have in two years in Perth. Again, this is good (yes, I know you think I’m mad)

- Roll In, Roll Out stretchers are nowhere to be seen. The majority of ambulances have tail lifts, some have ramps. Much more back and shoulder friendly. This is good, obviously.

- whilst we’re talking equipment, the vehicles are bigger here too. Funny – when you think of it, in Western Australia (WA) we had wider roads and less traffic, but smaller vehicles…go figure. In the UK, at led thou can stand up straight in the back of the vehicle even if you are taller than 160cm. I like this. A lot. The only thing I miss are the red lights lunching off the walls at night – UK law states no forward facing red lights allowed on any vehicle.

- being a bigger city, there are obviously more ambulance on the road, and many more paramedics on shift. They’re everywhere, impossible to know all of them, which makes it all a little less personal…but on the upside you get to see and meet new people every time. And not only London Ambulance Service paramedics, there are various private frontline service staff (like myself), people from neighbouring services and patient transfer staff milling around too – an interesting mix. In Australia every state or territory has one single statutory ambulance service. UK ambulance services seem to like to contract private services to cover peak periods. A new concept to me.

- FRU, RRU, PRU: Fast, Rapid, or Paramedic Response Unit. Different names, same thing: single responders in a car that are sent out to get to patients quicker. Again, this doesn’t really exist in WA. A new experience for me arriving at a patient that is already receiving paramedical care.

- not only are there different response vehicle types, but also more levels of responders. Every frontline emergency ambulance in metropolitan Perth is either a double paramedic or a paramedic/student paramedic crew. Here, very rarely do two paramedics (as in UK HCPC registered paramedics) work together. Frontline crews are usually made up of either a Paramedic or an (Emergency Medical) Technician as the clinical leader, teamed up with a Technician or a driver with advanced first aid skills (ECA, Emergency Care Assistant). In WA, I was one of many paramedics. Here, I am one of many paramedics too, but also with many technicians and ECAs, who have a lower clinical rank. I was at a job where we were backed up by a double technician crew – I was the only paramedic on scene. New experience working in the city and being the only ALS trained person on scene.

- i=Information. We all know that the information sent to us by Comms/Control/Dispatch is hazy at the best of times…and that is not their fault (well, not always, but we all make mistakes occasionally!). Easy fix? Don’t give out much information. Typical call out info for me, apart from the address, was: “49M, sick” or “23F, OD”. No names, no background info, if there was any hint of danger on scene they would radio that information through. I was used to much more information being sent through (that was generally inaccurate)…after an initial light shock at the lack of information I started thinking this may not be such a bad idea- at least it gets you thinking in many more directions; especially as a student I noticed I (and many other colleagues) would easily be lend and fooled by on screen information that had nothing to do the the main condition the patient was presenting with.

- uniforms: yep, they’re dark green too, but that’s where the similarities stop. I’m wearing epaulettes (a word nobody seems to be able to spell correctly) again, but unfortunately UK paramedic uniforms don’t boast reflective strips anywhere except on the jackets.

…and what about the patients? A bit early to tell, but for a general summary: people are people. Same problems, slightly different way of tackling them. What I have noticed in some is the typical British stoic stiff upper lip and politeness, manifesting in a stubborn “I’m perfectly all right, thank you” (no, you’re not), and “it feels like I need to…well…this sounds rather awkward…like I need to fart. Sorry for being so rude!”

To which I reply: “Stop being so British!”

And then there’s the sightseeing. I going to parts of London I haven’t been before. I was telling my crewmate the other day what would be the peak of my paramedic career: driving around Trafalgar Square on Blues’n'Twos, followed afterwards by parking the ambulance up on Westminster bridge and getting a photoshoot of the “man and his van” with Big Ben in the background.

“You’re such a tourist!” she replied with a smile :-)

Pommy Pack

My first paramedic tutor shared a great tip with me once I added cannulation to my skillset: “keep everything organised”

He always kept a supply of so called “pommy packs” with him (yes, he is a “pom”); everything needed for cannulation in one handy wrap.

As a student learning cannulation, it took my mind off having to gather everything needed for the skill, thus enabling me to focus completely on the task at hand, and knowing I had not forgotten any crucial bit of gear.

Here’s what I do:

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Grab a “Bluey”, a large sheet of plastic on one side and absorbent cloth on the other. I lay this under the cannulation site, saves the apologies and embarrassment of blood on patients furniture or carpets in case of drippage.

 

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Fold a tissue – some cannulations can get messy!

 

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Add your Tegaderm, or whatever else you use to secure the cannula

 

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Add your favourite cannula sizes – I always had an 18 and 20 gauge needle with me, if I needed anything other sizes, they would be close by with the equipment.

 

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Add alcohol swabs. Two, one for backup or particularly dirty  patients (mechanics etc)

 

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Saline and Syringe

 

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Fold ‘er up on the sides…

 

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…roll…

 

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…and roll…

 

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…and roll again. Secure with a bit of sticky tape, or an elastic band. I wrapped a tourniquet around my pack, to have one handy.

Now, go ahead and make your own pommy pack, you’ll love them!

Your view

Know the facts.

What are the facts?

 

Know the truth.

What is the truth?

 

That is something you will have to find out for yourself. You must judge what you find acceptable, reasonable and plausible. Your view of the world through your eyes is unique. Your reality is different to that of your neighbour.

Are you colourblind? Then you will perceive the world differently than those who aren’t.

Are you left handed? You will have made different experiences than right handed people.

 

There are no hard and fast rules.

This is what makes things so complicated.

This is what keeps things interesting.

Ambulanzia Paramedici

3am. Early morning. Dark of night. Witching hour.

Whatever you call it, many a body clock reaches it absolute low within the 24hour period. A busy nightshift with a rest period between 0300 and 0400 is generally bearable; one without is intolerable.

We had been out all night. We had worked all types of calls, minor to major. My level of enthusiasm was not at its peak, but bobbing around in the sea of sleepiness. I was hoping for a short break; a pause to let my heavy eyelids droop over my dried and tired eyes, to be allowed to escape in to a warm, soft and happy dreamworld. But none of that happened. Instead, we received yet another call after handing our patient over at hospital.

I closed my eyes anyway and leaned my head on my hand, elbow on window sill, whilst my partner navigated the dimly lit streets, devoid of any activity in the dead of the night. I would have drifted off if it were not for the bouncing of our wheels, indicating the ambulance was just about parked in the driveway. A quick drink of water, a quick glance at our patients name from the screen; reluctantly opening the van door I feel a cool breeze engulfing my face, and take a few deep breaths, hoping the flood of oxygen to the system will wake me up a little more. I grab my gear, and groan at the sight of a bunch of wet and narrow stairs – could be a complicated extrication.

We are met inside by the daughter, who states mum had a funny turn, and was worried. We awkwardly gathered some history, as it appeared our patient did not understand a word of english – not making things any easier. Luckily the family were more than happy to help. I commenced taking vital signs, and whilst taking a blood pressure, sitting next to the patient on the bed, I wished that I could just let myself fall back, stretch my back and sprawl my limbs across the big and comfy bed.

But that probably wouldn’t look too professional, so I didn’t.

The decision to transport to hospital was made, and in order to try and establish a little more rapport, I crammed out some (pseudo?) italian, “hospitale” and “ambulanzia” whilst pointing to the door that we must now head outside. A little sigh of relief was breathed internally when she insisted on walking herself (which was fine with her presenting condition). She even insisted on sitting in the ambulance, which meant that we could sit approximately opposite each other on an equal level, and look each other in the eye (as opposed to physically having to look down on somebody who is lying on a stretcher – bit of psychology involved there I reckon!).

We were going along in the back of the ambulance, and all of a sudden our patient opens up and speaks (heavily accented but understandable) english! Huzzah! Communication breakthrough achieved. A few personal details for the paperwork done, and then we got on to the details of her life – where in Bella Italia she comes from, her love of cooking and baking, Pasta, Lasagne, Pizza, Tirami Su – you name it, she had an authentic recipe stashed away in her memory, and regularly made use of it for the family. She then asked me what I do, or rather what I call myself. “Paramedic” wasn’t quite understood. “Medici?” She asks me? No, not a doctor, I am a “Paramedici!” Showing her my Ambulance Paramedic badge, I repeat: “Ambulanzia Paramedici!”

“Ah, Ambulanzia Paramedici!” Her face lightens up even more, and I am proud to have established a little foreign language communication.

So proud, in fact, that I reply with “Si, senorita!”, only then realising that I am way off the mark with the language again. The last few minutes of the trip continue like this, me trying to get my point across with italian(ised) words and (authentic?) hand gestures, and she guessing the meaning and then teaching me one or two new nuggets of vocabulary. In between all this, I occasionally catch the bleary eyed nothingness expression of my colleague in the rear view mirror, which was turning in to a slightly less bleary eyed look of puzzlement, then finally in to an occasional chuckle and snort of my poor grasp (and interesting try) on the Italian language, together with a little astonishment where all the fatigue had gone to.

SF thoughts

June 2011

Walking home to the hostel one night, I came across quite a few people getting ready for bed, making themselves comfortable on their mattresses, tucking themselves in for the chilly night.

Unfortunately for them, their mattresses consisted of flattened cardboard boxes, and their tucking in was limited to zipping their jackets up to the neckline – if they had the luxury of a jacket.

Made me think how lucky I am to be able to tour the world.

I am glad that fate has ‘looked after me’; that I have not been subjected to situations where I would have fallen through societies cracks and ended on the streets. I am glad that people have been there to guide me and help me along the rocky path called life. But I am most of all glad that I have the capacity to have made, make and hopefully continue to make wise decisions to keep me out of such situations.

This trip has been a real boost to my self confidence and conscience; meeting people,  touring on my own, making new friends, doing all this paramedic related stuff on an international scale –  a great experience.

This trip has also been an eye opener and reminder in regards to my self awareness – living in a relatively small city for four years and being dumped in a mass of people they call London or New York makes you realise how physically insignificant ones self is – literally one of millions. Then again, getting all this positive feedback from readers has again boosted self confidence. It is really great that I could inspire people to go out on an EMS trip of their own, and I will strive to continue to promote that cause, as I firmly believe that an international perspective, a macroscopic birds eye view of affairs coupled with foreign experience really has a positive impact on self awareness, self confidence, learning etc. Never forget the big picture – we are all wheels in the machinery, but that machine needs reliable cogs to work.

Border Security

June 2011

My flight from Toronto to San Francisco was uneventful, except for the border security.

Arriving in the US, I presented my passport and was greeted not with a smile, but a with an onslaught of questions in rapid succession, which I managed to answer in a fairly timely manner.

Border Control: “Where have you come from?”

Me: Canada

BC: “Why are you here?”

Me: Pleasure

BC: “Where will you be staying?”

Me: Hotel X

BC: “What is your occupation?”

Me: Paramedic

And with that, whether he had run out of questions or was happy to have a travelling paramedic in front of him, he wished me a good day and I was on my merry way in to ‘Cisco.