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NYC: Caribbean Care part II

June 2011…a continuation from NYC: Caribbean Care part I

So, this shift we would be doubling up – two qualified NYC Paramedics, two student Paramedics; one from New York, the other from Perth, Western Australia (me, in case you’ve missed the point). Me, the one wearing green with reflective bits. Working for St John Ambulance. Which is funny, because the other student is doing his Paramedic course through St John College. Coincidences!

Doubling turned out to be a great thing. For the whole shift, we now had an even number of people on the ambulance, no third wheel feelings. Whilst driving, the two paramedics sat up front, and the two students in the back. I could compare the courses we have been going through, with plenty of time. Education levels, content, delivery of material etc. were all discussed. On the job, he attended, one paramedic always at hand to give help out if needed (which wasn’t), the other paramedic grabbing the stretcher if needed. And I hovered in between, but never felt spare. Jobs were discussed together, food was eaten together, I learnt a whole lot. Driving to hospital space was tight in the back and if the patient wasn’t too sick, I hopped up in the front and chatted with the driver medic. The shift flew by, and we all had a ball of a time.

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Ready to go!

So, what did we do all day? We were en route (“enn rauwt” as opposed to “on root”) to a standby when we get diverted code three (lights and sirens) to a fifty something year old female feeling faint with leg pain. Woo woo, flash flash, woo woo woo woooooo…in the US, especially in NYC, paramedics love to play around with their sirens. Little woop here, longer wail there, chuck in some yelp and phaser, ending with a blast from the air horn. It’s their culture I guess, though sometimes I wish they’d just leave the bloody thing on. They’re a playful bunch.

We fight our way through traffic, our red and white beacons ricocheting off street signs. I miss the blue of our Aussie ambulances – a colour only recently allowed on ambulances in NYC, and even then only facing the rear. This is explained by the fundamental difference in retinal physiology between UK and NYC citizens – the cone cells are structurally completely different between these two species – the NYC kind would be mesmerised and perplexed by forward facing blue lights, hence the laws to prevent such horrors. The UK specimens would equally be in deep strife, but in a different way. Here, red flashing lights are only allowed to be rear-facing. Imagine how the British would be confused if this were not regulated by the law. This, I presume, is also the reason for strict border controls, limiting the intermingling of these fragile species in unfamiliar environments.

Anyway, back to our call. We turn on to our destination street, and immediately know where the house is – there’s a big red fire truck with fifty million flashing lights parked right outside. FDNY (pronounced Fidney, rhyming with my hometown Sydney) respond to all emergency medical call outs as first responders – helpful in some situations, overkill in others. We crowd inside the little house, six firemen, four paramedics, and begin history taking and treatment. It is quickly assessed that the Firefighters are superfluous on this call, and, after answering a few questions why the heck I am running around like an employee from the sanitation department, they are about to leave…when two police officers poke their heads round the doors. Apparently NYPD are also dispatched to every emergency call, slightly over the top in my humble opinion. They know they are not needed, but we thank them anyway and they head off, probably to the nearby donut shop.

I am amazed at the amount of resources thrown at this job. Three vehicles on a lights and sirens response, ten professionals from three different services. America is the land of plenty, think big, but it begs the questions “is it worth it?” and “can they afford it?”

I’ll let you discuss and decide that one.

Back to our patient, we treat, transport and joke, all the way to hospital. Our patient is stable, her spirits are high. Then we arriving at the hospital – a bit of an eye opener. It’s bursting at the seams it seems, and it’s only a tuesday afternoon. Three people to a cubicle, nil privacy. If you were to draw the curtains, they would drape over the person lying on the centre bed. This isn’t a quite place. Staff scurrying around, some barking orders. Some guy is screaming for food. I position myself in a corner for a better overview of the department, and realise that this “some guys” deep coarse voice actually originates from some haggard old woman with an haggard old face on a haggard old body. Rough times indeed.

In the other corner, someone else starts shouting. A trauma call is brought in by an EMT crew (trauma is a BLS call in New York City, unless it is obvious that ALS intervention is needed and subsequently requested). We are quickly triaged briefly, vital signs are taken by EMS in hospital. Pt is loaded on to a bed in the exam room, examined, and we leave.

Outside, a FDNY EMS lieutenant is having a discussion with paramedics about using the scoop stretcher as an immobilisation device. He skims around the point, not accepting it for such a use; the paramedics insisting that it can be used (we certainly did in Western Australia…we didn’t even have spineboards until the beginning of 2011!). His way or the highway. We don’t bother to get involved, and choose the highway, outta here for more street action.

Mind you, on the subject of spinal immobilisation (or attempted stabilisation), the 15 minutes I spent at hospital was quite an eye opener: three more people are brought in to the ER strapped on to spineboards. And there are more lining up outside. Overkill.

It’s time for restocking the van as well as our stomachs. We head to a German Deli, where I grab the highly recommended roast beef roll. Well, a small to medium sized roll with a ton of roast beef stuffed inside.

We have enough time to eat without having to wolve it down – then right on the last bite, back to the truck for another call. It is now pouring outside.

We pull up outside the apartment building. A family get together, they have come from everywhere: Puerto rico, hawaii, and nana wants to fly back home tomorrow…well probably not, as she has a chest infection. Treat, transport, joke – a good routine. At hospital, we are told that our last patient has been discharged with nothing serious to report.

We make ourselves clear for another job. The radio crackles to life…and…standby. We park up on a nearby corner, and let our bellies digest teh roast beef a little more. Andrew (the NYC student) and I compare our education programmes a little more. He has gone through EMT school for three months, graduated as a basic, then decided to go to paramedic school. Generally this is one year full time, and costs around 9000 US$. This is then followed by taking the State and National Registry tests to become a qualified Paramedic. Quite compressed compared to what I’m going through (three years university plus three years on road experience).

The day wears on…do I want to go home, I am asked? No brainer there: “Hell no, I’m going to stay right until the end! Having too much of a good time!”

Waiting is tough and uses up a lit of energy. It’s food time again, so the collective agreement. Spanish pork with rice, we have to show you this stuff they insist.

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Food. A lot of food. Too much food. Yummy food.

Full to the brim. Cannot walk. Roll to the ambulance. I want to explode.

The last job of the day comes in (burp, ooh my yummy tummy hurts), a girl in her twenties complaining of a sore throat. Yup, gotta end the shift on a high note – ALS, lights and sirens to our patient with a cold…and a bit of attitude as well. Apparently she has been prescribed penicillin…but she has ben taking it now for six hours, and its not working. Gozo explains how penicillin works, but she’s having none of that, and wants to go to hospital. She happily walks to the van.

I pop myself in the front, and chat to Drew, who has been a paramedic for five years. He is studying psychology; his long term aim to get out of EMS, as he can’t see EMS providing a long term future for himself. Hoping to progress on to a Masters and possibly an PhD, things he laments that are missing in the world of Paramedicine…until I explain how things work in Australia, how the majority of education is university based, how you can get in to research, you don’t necessarily have to work for a state/county/municipal paramedic service; you can end up working/teaching at a university…or so much more. His jaw nearly hit the floor, and I may have detected a bit of envy oozing out of his pores.

At hospital, we bump in to relatives of our chest infection nanna, who confirm the paramedics provisional Dx of a chest infection. They thank us again for helping out, and we say our goodbyes.

Then a commotion from a few beds down the aisle – a loud moan, a shriek of a relative, followed by much rattling, wailing and high pitched screaming.

A patient is having a tonic-clonic seizure in his hospital bed, together with a screaming and freaked out relative at his bedside, having no idea what is happening. Hospital staff are extremely slow to respond, but my trusted paramedic colleagues are quick to take action, positioning the patent on their side, trying to calm the relative down, explaining what is happening. A junior doctor arrives after a minute, and is completely flustered. The nurses aren’t much better. Gozo orders the doc to get some Midazolam for this patient, all whilst continually talking to the relative, explaining what is happening (“no, the devil has not taken possession of you loved one”, he explains in Spanish), and occasionally interjecting with some paramedic wisdom directed and Andrew and myself. Andrew is especially interested and excited, as he has never seen a seizure before – and we were just discussing different seizure presentations and treatments earlier on in the shift. And not playing my own interest down, this was only the second seizure I witnessed, and in quite a different environment I’d expected – an overcrowded emergency room in NYC.

The seizure subsides, the situation is under control, and we stroll back to the Ambulance. But what do I spot there? As we leave, we walk past some EMTs who have come rom La Guardia Airport – and they don’t look like regular EMTs. Probably because of the gun and cuffs next to their penlight and trauma shears on their belts. They are police officers from the Port Authority Police. Their uniforms have EMT and Police written all over them. Police officers in EMS duty. Not sure If i agree with the concept, but there you go. They’re a BLS only system, ALS backup is called from NYC EMS.

Outside, another interesting sight: a FDNY ambulance, but this is a HazTac/Rescue unit…cool. These are the guys that go in with the dirty stuff, CBRN, confined space rescue etc – similar what the UK HART units do.

Image from Wikimedia Commons

One of the FDNY Haz-Tac EMTs spots us, a big brawny bloke with a crew cut, and walks towards us with a quizzical look on his face (the look of the day, it seems):

“Two questions: 1) are you gay, and 2) can you keep a secret? He winks at me with a dirty smile, slaps me on the shoulder, and I explain myself (yet again) why I look like I work for the sanitation department. He gives us a bit of an insight to the ins and outs of the HazTac units.

And thats it. Not many calls, no life or death situations, but what an informative and exciting day! We finish out shift half an hour late, but no-one really cares, we all enjoyed ourselves. We drive a few minutes back to the depot, clean and restock the van with the other crew that is taking it over for the rest of the night. Drew is on for a double shift, and so keeps the keys of the van.

Gozo looks at his watch: “I was told you’re taking the subway home. Nope. No way you’re taking the subway home, it’s hell dodgy at this time of night! Wait for me, I just need to finish this paperwork and I’ll drive you home. No ifs or buts.”

Can’t argue with that!

2012 Student Paramedic Conference

Things are revving up for this years SPA (Student Paramedic Association) Conference. This will be the third year in a row that I am going – I’ve always had a great time, met some interesting people, learnt a little more, and explored a vibrant city. There are even free passes up for grabs!

From the website:

National SPA Conference 2012

When? Saturday, August 25 2012, 9:00am – 5:30pm

Where? Victoria University City Convention Centre (Level 12, 300 Flinders Street, Melbourne, VIC, 3000)

Cost? SPA members = $60, PA Members= $80, Non-Members = $95

Registration is NOW OPEN!

Welcome to the fifth SPA National Conference 2012. This year’s intensive conference program is designed to appeal to delegates looking to attend an affordable, clinically-focused Paramedic Conference. It is guaranteed to be educational, informative and entertaining with high calibre speakers providing delegates with a plethora of knowledge, skills and information that can be utilised to advance your professional development and clinical skills.

Topics for this years conference include Acute Myocardial Infarction, Trauma, Mental Health, Advanced Life Support and a case-study reviewing a sudden cardiac arrest survival story. Morning tea, lunch and afternoon tea will be provided at no additional charge and conference delegates are invited to attend the post conference social networking session only minutes from the venue. We are once again holding our very popular charity raffle in which 100% of the proceeds go directly to Youngcare.

Conference booklet with information on parking, accommodation, sponsors, speakers, program and more will be available soon!

I hope to see you there!

Status update

I wrote this on the flight to Melbourne – unfortunately I didn’t get access to a WiFi hotspot to upload the post in time – the SPA conference has now been and gone. Great seeing you all there!

 

Busy times, I think to myself as the plane crosses rural Victoria. I’m on my way to this years Student Paramedics Australasia (SPA) Conference in Melbourne, and looking forward to catching up with many interstate colleagues and friends that I have made along the way – and of course, you, dear reader!

This time last year, I reflect, I was slogging away at work; bogged down in university studies, shafted from a roster point of view, and not happy with my whole situation. I needed a break. I needed to get out of my environment, have a breather, and mix with some enthusiastic people who love the job as much as I do. By pure chance, last years conference fell exactly during that time. What relief! The socialising, the networking, the professional and social exchange was just what the doctor ordered. I had refuelled myself with enthusiasm, and regained faith in my profession and peers. It’s amazing what positive effects a short holiday surrounded by some like minded people can have on your mental well being. It was my first conference attendance, and I knew I wanted more. The 2010 ACAP conference followed, a short while later the WA trauma symposium. From zero to three conference attendances in less than six months.

This year I am becoming an active participant in the conferences; presenting a poster at the SPA conference and speaking at the PA conference. This has gnawed away at my time a little, which has impacted on my blogging – but don’t despair, myEMStrip2011 posts are in the pipeline, and will be released shortly.

Hope to see you at one of the conferences this year!