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Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Medic 999…

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… over at Confessions of An EMS Newbie.

As an added bonus, no Ambulance Driver to listen to!

While I was recuperating from the effects of an inadvertent haz-mat exposure (long story here), Ron interviewed JEMS Fire/EMS blogger Mark Glencorse about EMS in the United Kingdom.

Mark answers questions on everything from what EMT training entails in the U.K., to medical direction, to differences in the U.K. EMS systems that allow paramedics to triage patients to places other than the ED, to the fact that Mark wears David Beckham pajamas, and was a founding member of Wham! before being replaced by Andrew Ridgely.

Okay, I might have made those last two up, but still, it’s a fascinating interview. You should give it a listen!

For you EMS Newbies…

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… Episode 21 is up at Confessions of an EMS Newbie.

Ron and I talk about everything from capnography to the prevalence of VF in sudden cardiac arrest,  to why it’s better to code in a Las Vegas casino than some hospitals, to the usefulness of certain antacids in managing anaphylactic reactions.

And of course, I rant about spinal immobilization a bit, as well.

It’s Confessions of an EMS Newbie, the only podcast cited by Tipper Gore as needing a Parental Advisory lyrics warning. If you listen to us, Frank Zappa will think you’re cool.

Well, he would if he were still alive…

What’s Good for the Goose…

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I’ve opined in this blog before about some of the SIEU, ACORN and other thuggery perpetrated against Tea Party and conservative activists and protesters at various Obama and Democratic rallies over the last couple of years.

It’s just as repugnant when it’s done by our side.

If Rand Paul won’t say it, I will, and the rest of Tea Partiers should as well:

“You’re a couple of gutless punks, Tim Profitt and Mike Pezzano, and get the hell off of my side.

Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

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After much speculation, the American Heart Association released the 2010 ECC Guidelines last week.

And like past versions of the guidelines, there are some good things, and some recommendations that leave one scratching his head, wondering what dark, smelly orifice they pulled that idea from.

This year, it appears that AHA is afraid of the big, bad Nitroglyerin Boogeyman, too.

Either that, or they think that EMS providers are a bunch of booger eating morons incapable of utilizing Nitro safely, but are afraid to just come right out and say it. You’ve already read my view on the subject.

This if my fifth version of the guidelines to teach. I’ve taught and coordinated over 350 ACLS and PALS classes (I quit counting in 2006), a couple dozen instructor courses, and done God only knows how many CPR courses, instructor updates, monitoring and mentoring.

And in those 17 years spent doing this, I have come to believe two things:

1. Despite the stated emphasis on evidence-based medicine (and it strengthens with every new release), some recommendations make it into the guidelines based on no evidence whatsoever.

2. Somewhere in a dark basement at AHA headquarters, there is a little troll named Melvin whose job is to write stupid test questions and come up with ludicrous recommendations. Melvin wrote the test questions about Milrinone for the PALS course, and the oxyhemoglobin dissociation curve a couple of ACLS versions ago, and the Grand Prize Winner of stupid questions, whose correct answer required that providers turn off all oxygen delivery devices before defibrillating.

Just because you see something in an ACLS book doesn’t necessarily make it valid, folks.

Ever Noticed…

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… that the same sort of yahoo that steers novice women shooters to .38 snubby revolvers (with pink grips, natch) is the same sort of idiot who will start his son shotgunning with a single shot .410.

And they are everywhere.

While looking for AR15 ammo yesterday, a faint whiff of Clearasil heralded the arrival of one of the younger denizens of the Academy Sports gun counter.

“Help you, bro?” he inquired ever-so-helpfully.

“.223 ammo, preferably bonded bullets, 60 grains or larger. If you’ve got some 70 grain stuff around here, that’d be dandy. I need something that’ll take down a big hog.”

“You need something bigger than a .223, then. We’ve got plenty of guns -”

“I’m not here to buy a gun, just ammo. And I’ve killed a dozen hogs with a .17 HMR. But the ranch owner is a little leery of me sitting in a ground blind, taking head shots at 25 yards. So, .223 it is.”

“They don’t make 60 or 70 grain .223 bullets.”

“Yeah, they do.”

“So what, specifically, are you looking for?”

“Some .223 ammo more suitable for hunting than plinking. You know, like something 60 or 70 grains, suitable for a carbine with a 16-inch barrel with a 1:7 twist.”

I had hoped that would send him scurrying back to the gun counter with a glazed look in his eyes, and it did just that.

“Kid don’t know shit,” snorted a guy standing next to me. “AR15 is plenty good fer hawgs.”

I smiled in solidarity. “Yep. Put a bullet with the right construction in the vitals, and it oughta work just fine, even a .223.”

“Killed a buncha hawgs with my AR,” he bragged. “Kilt nine of ‘em outta a thutty round clip, dead runnin’ across a food plot, maybe 150 yards out. I got me some military-issue hollow points, just like they got in Eye-rack. Jist as deadly on a hawg as they is on a raghead.”

“Clips.” “Military issue hollow points.”

*sigh*

Remind me to do my ammo shopping on-line or in the smaller shops, not at the big box stores.

I ROFL’ed

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Papers, Please

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And the transportation security theater continues.

Those who would give up essential liberty, to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety. – Benjamin Franklin

I don’t know about you, but nothing makes me feel safer than a bunch of barely literate goons drunk on their own sense of authority.

Hat tip to Say Uncle.

For You EMS Newbies…

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… Episode 20 is up on Confessions of An EMS Newbie.

Ron and I discuss how to be the island of calm in a sea of turmoil, namely Rule #3 of the House of God. (look it up, chirrens)

We also discuss why analgesia is so important, the differences between the sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems, and answer a few listener questions.

It’s Confessions of An EMS Newbie, the podcast that finished second to Watson and Crick in the 1962 Nobel Prize for Medicine balloting.

But we’re not bitter about it. Seriously, we’re not. Really.

An Observation

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Of all the EMTs I have ever known, not a single one is compensated fairly.

25% are paid far less than they are worth.

The other 75% are paid far more than they are worth.

And EMS is not going to move forward until we figure out a way to deal with that other 75%.

What Comes First, the Nitro or the IV?

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In comments to my last EMS Newbie post, reader 40Lizard commented on the discussion Ron Davis and I had on this episode of Confessions of an EMS Newbie:

Funny you should mention starting an IV before giving NTG- we’ve been having that discussion in class this week- and the general consensus is that unless we are SuperMedic and can have divine intuition on how the pt is going to react to the NTG- we’d better have a line in place before giving it! :)

Um, no offense to you, 40Lizard, but… horse shit.

Allow me to tell you a little tale about a patient I had some years back. We were called to the local nursing home for a patient with respiratory distress. We get there, and find a lady who weighs about three hundred pounds, parked on a chair in front of the air conditioner, oxygen mask strapped to her face at – unusual for a nursing home – an appropriate flow rate of 8 liters per minute.

Now, the lady has really exaggerated air hunger, and from across the room she sounded like a washing machine with the top left open. She’s diaphoretic as hell, and I don’t know who had the more desperate look on her face; the patient, or the LPN attending her.

Now, for you experienced medics out there, this presentation is probably just screaming “CHF! CHF!” in big red, flashing letters, and you’d be right. That’s exactly what was wrong.

She had decided to celebrate her recent discharge from the hospital (for CHF exacerbation, oddly enough), by treating herself to a pound of salted pistachios.

Obviously, this did not prove to be a good idea.

Her heart rate was 140, blood pressure 240/120, and respirations of 40, all with an oxygen saturation of 78% on 8 LPM oxygen. She was obviously tiring, and had that, “I’m about to pass out and you’re going to be picking my large butt off the floor” look about her, so the first thing I did was get her on our cot.

My partner, being the quick-thinking type, was already setting me up an albuterol nebulizer. Unfortunately, she was quickly thing the wrong things, but she can’t really be faulted for doing what she was taught. Lots of EMTs (and nurses and ER docs, I might add) think that albuterol cures all respiratory ailments.

I shook my head and ordered, “Nitro.”

She gave me a quizzical look, but gave me the spray bottle of Nitro anyway. The nurse gave me a nervous look and said, “Um, she hasn’t complained of chest pain…”

I ignored them both, lifted the lady’s face mask and told her to lift her tongue… and promptly delivered a triple squirt of sublingual nitroglycerin spray.

Both the LPN and my partner nearly fainted dead away. But they recovered, and managed to help me load the patient in the rig. I repeated that triple dose of Nitro three more times on the way to the ED. After the last dose, I noticed was getting close to our destination, and decided an IV might be in order, you know, to keep the nurses happy. So I managed to get a 22 gauge in her hand (and it pains me to admit I stuck something that small), and I was still taping it down when my partner opened the rear doors of the rig.

Inside, the receiving ER doc turned out to be none other than our service medical director, a man with whom I’ve taught many an ACLS class. We’ve got that whole absolute trust thing going on, but it really wouldn’t have mattered if it had been another doctor.

So I give him the basic rundown, “CHFer, just got out of the hospital today, celebrated by eating a big salty bag of pistachios. Looks like flash pulmonary edema. Initial BP was 240/120 and sat was 78% on 8 liters, but I’ve been hitting her with the Nitro all the way in, and her BP is down to 160/90, and her sats are 100% now. Breathing a lot easier, too.”

“Any Lasix?” he wanted to know.

“Nope,” I shook my head, “didn’t figure it was a priority, and I just got my line as we pulled up anyway.”

“I agree,” he nodded. “How much Nitro did you give her?”

And that’s when I hesitated.

“Um,” I hedged, “how much Nitro did I give her, or how many times did I give her Nitro?”

He cocked an eyebrow at me quizzically, put on his Medical Director Face, and said, “How about you tell me both.”

So I swallowed hard, and admitted, “I gave her four rounds of Nitro… 1.2 mg at a time.”

He kept that same quizzical expression on his face and said, “You know that’s not in the protocol. And you felt comfortable triple-dosing her with Nitro, without an IV?”

Oh well, if I go down, might as well go down swinging.

“Very comfortable,” I affirmed. “She didn’t need Lasix or fluids, she needed vasodilation. And if a certain medical director I know would push the company to adopt a CPAP protocol, she’d have had that, too.”

He laughed and said, “Well, she’ll have BiPAP as soon as respiratory gets down here, and if that medical director had any pull with the corporate bean counters, a certain ‘I’d rather beg for forgiveness than ask for permission’ medic I know would have had it to play with. Now get your ass back to work.”

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The previous anecdote was merely intended to demonstrate that, indeed, lots of Nitro can be safely administered without an IV, and you need not be Supermedic to know when it can be done. All you need do is assess your patient.

I know of medics who devoutly believe that an EMT-B should never assist a patient in taking prescribed nitroglycerin tablets. I don’t know if it’s just protecting medic turf or some baseless superstition about precipitously dropping BP with one or two doses of Nitro, but it’s probably a little of both. And it’s just as wrong as the notion that EMS personnel should never administer more than three doses of Nitro before consulting with medical control.

First of all, the three dose limit on Nitro is something that cardiologists instruct their patients. It doesn’t apply to us. It is simply a trigger for calling 911, in the event that the patient’s chest pain turns out to be more than stable angina.

The end point of Nitro dosing for EMS personnel should be relief of symptoms, or a systolic BP approaching 90 systolic. Period. That applies whether you’re an EMT-B assisting a patient with their Nitro, or a medic administering it yourself. And honestly, if you’re a medic, you probably still need to be giving it to your MI patients, even if you’ve achieved adequate pain relief with opiates. I know the Mayo Clinic studies suggest that Nitro mainly makes us feel better, not the patient, but they are not yet the standard of care.

Secondly, cardiologists apparently believe it is safe to prescribe to their patients who presumably will not have an IV when they take it. Heck, it’s rare enough that they even know their blood pressure before that pop that little white pill under their tongue.

The only time you need be concerned with obtaining an IV before you give Nitro is when the BP is low or borderline, or the patient is suffering from a right ventricular infarction.

A 12-lead EKG takes about 30 seconds to obtain. If it indicates an inferior wall infarction, do a 15-lead EKG (or a second 12-lead with lead V4R). That’s another 30 seconds to determine if your patient is having an RVI or not. If that happens to be the case, you might need to start an IV before you administer Nitro.

I emphasize the word might, because RVI is not an absolute guarantee of preload dependency. If the patient is truly preload dependent, and thus prone to a precipitous drop in BP from relatively small doses of vasodilators like Nitro, there will generally be other clinical signs that point to that fact.

Look for things like orthostatic weakness, syncope or hypotension, and look for Kussmaul’s Sign.

Normally, when you see significant jugular venous distension in a heart patient, you’d expect to hear wet lungs to some degree. Also, JVD usually decreases with the negative intrathoracic pressure of inspiration.

The jugular venous distension in Kussmaul’s Sign does just the opposite: it worsens (or stays the same) with inspiration, and it’s usually present with dry lungs. This is a hallmark sign of impaired reight ventricular filling, and a big clue that vasodilation with Nitro may result in you having your patient flat on his back with his legs in the air, cursing the fact that you didn’t get an IV while they still had a blood pressure.

But it doesn’t take Supermedic to figure that out, it just takes assessing your patient. And it ain’t really all that common anyway.

The Speech I Wish I Had Gotten On My First Night of EMT Class…

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For You EMS Newbies…

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… Episode 19 is up at Confessions of An EMS Newbie.

Ron and I discuss how pigs are good for more than just bacon and prom dates, how Narcan is one of the most abused drugs in the EMS drug box, and whether you should start an IV before you give Nitro.

ron also sets me off on my usual rant about EMTs who don’t wear watches. Jade, if you’re reading this, try to make sure your boyfriend wears his damned watch to work. I’ve tried everything from gentle reminders to humiliation, and he seems immune.

I’m thinking the only one who can influence his behavior is someone he’s sleeping with, an since i draw the line at spooning, that leaves you. ;)

Y’all check out the whole show at Confessions of An EMS Newbie, the only podcast broadcast in frequency ranges that harmonize with your body’s natural energy fields, resulting in a sense of well-being and euphoria.

And pearly white teeth.

On Shamans, Charlatans, Snake Oil and Gullible People

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I’ve always considered myself somewhat of a skeptic. Whenever I hear of a new medical treatment, my first considered action is to review the research, both pro and con. I’m a proponent of evidence-based medicine, and I take my fair share of criticism because I’ll gleefully slaughter a few EMS sacred cows that are poorly supported by current research (see: Spine, immobilization thereof). When it comes to evaluating medical research, I’m no Rogue Medic, but I can occasionally tell my confidence interval from a hole in the ground.

And when people start talking to me about auras and energy fields and purging toxins from the body and chelation and how my misaligned vertebrae are causing my hair loss and erectile dysfunction (hypothetically speaking), I generally tend to run the other direction. If I can’t make a graceful exit, I smile and nod, all while mentally rolling my eyes and singing Karen Carpenter songs in my head.

So how, damn it, am I supposed to react when I see woo and snake oil work before my very eyes, and no logical scientific reason to explain it?

When KatyBeth was teething, she ran a constant low-grade fever, as teething babies will do. Despite removing excess clothing, rotating Tylenol and Motrin, yada yada yada…

… still, she ran a steady 100.2 rectal temp for four days. She was one cranky, miserable baby. And her Pawpaw kept telling us we needed some swamp root to hang around her neck. And I would mentally count to ten and give the Missus the stink eye whenever she even hinted at humoring him.

Finally, he became so insistent that I relented. So, he wades out into his pond, digs out a few handfuls of some aquatic plant that has vine-like, jointed stems. I’m no botanist, so I have no idea what it was, other than the common name of “swamp root.”

So my father-in-law cut a dozen or so joints of this plant, strung them on a length of cotton twine, and went in search of a wheat penny – a regular penny won’t work – to complete his redneck voodoo charm. So he hung this weird little necklace around her neck, and I’ll be damned if her temperature wasn’t 98.4 within an hour.

I still wasn’t convinced, but my skepticism eased a bit. Heck, maybe the 16th dose of Tylenol did the trick. Maybe swamp root is full of salicylates, like birch bark and strawberries. Maybe it contains some as-yet-undiscovered fever reducer.

Whatever it was, her fever came down, and right smartly, after four days of conventional treatment had failed.

Just today, I had a second WTF moment when it comes to woo and snake oil. Anyone who has ever met KatyBeth will tell you that she walks with a pronounced limp. Her cerebral palsy manifests itself as spastic diplegia, and she walks with her left arm tucked tightly to her side, and her left foot on tiptoe. We’re forever reminding her, “Put your heel down, and straighten out that chicken wing!” and she will for a minute or so, with limited success. It’s something she simply cannot help, and extensive physical therapy has only lessened the symptoms, not eliminated them.

Yet, for the past fifteen minutes, I’ve been watching her walk around the exhibit hall here at the fair, walking with a more-or-less normal stride, walking with a heel-to-toe stride, and her left arm relaxed and hanging loosely at her side, after The Ex put one of these on her left wrist and ankle? It ain’t placebo effect, either. As far as KatyBeth knows, they’re just cool costume jewelry.

From the product packaging, comes this bit of pseudo-scientific bullshit:

Power Balance Performance Technology is a mylar hologram that is embedded with a range of frequencies found in nature that react positively with your body’s energy field. It has been shown to improve balance, flexibility and strength as well as contributing to an overall sense of well-being among its users.

Shit, I can’t even type that without rolling my eyes.

Yet here I sit, watching it do everything that the package says it does, and no scientific explanation for it.

That just bugs the hell out of me.

I’ve Never Been a Big Fan of Fire-Based EMS…

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… but this just stinks to high heaven.

Come to think of it, I have a lot of misgivings about union shops, as well. But these medics paid their dues, and were apparently happy with their union representation. Now the city of Filthydelphia, in an apparent move to weaken the firefighter’s union in future collective bargaining agreements, has used the apparently tame Pennsylvania Labor Relations Board as their Halligan tool to engage in a little union-busting.

That’s the kind of shady politics that would be right at home in Louisiana… during the Huey P. Long administration.

A Fresh Outlook on Ambulance Design

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My first ambulance was a 1984 Ford van, a high-top Type II conversion we bought used for $5,000 and outfitted with second-hand refurbished equipment my bosses had rescued from their previous employer’s scrap heap.

It had a 460 cubic inch gasoline engine, worn-out tires, brakes and suspension, and steering so loose I looked like a little kid driving one of those coin-operated toy cars you used to find in front of supermarkets.

I drove it like I stole it.

I can vividly remember hurtling down twisty country roads at oh-dark-thirty in the morning with my foot buried in the carburetor, pulling on gloves as I drove. Officially, the fastest any of us ever drove it was 85 mph, because my boss allowed us to exceed the legal limit by no more than 15 mph, and that’s as far as the speedometer went, anyway.

Unofficially, we were once clocked by a State Trooper at 130 mph, en route to the hospital with my very first trauma code as a paramedic.

It took age and hard-won experience to realize just how foolish we were back then. I lost a partner in an ambulance rollover in 1996, and attended plenty of other funerals in the years since.

It’s a dangerous business, driving an ambulance. That’s one reason I don’t bristle much at being called an ambulance driver. According to NHTSA crash data, ambulances are involved in 3,200 crashes per hundred million miles traveled. That’s 4 times as often as motorcycles, 8 times as often as cars and light trucks, and 15 times as often as heavy trucks.

And some of you guys chided me for buying a bike for my daily commute!

After 17 years in an ambulance, I wear paranoia like a second skin. If you think a motorcycle rider is invisible to inattentive drivers, you’ve obviously never driven an ambulance or fire truck.

Nowadays, we have sophisticated accelerometers that measure pitch and yaw in ambulances, and record driving habits of individual EMTs. We have drive cams, and engine governors, and fancy reflective paint jobs, and agencies are starting to take a long, hard look at the risks of lights and siren responses and transports. God knows the vehicles themselves are safer and more sophisticated.

And of course, none of that matters much unless the individual EMTs at an agency buy into the idea of a safety culture, a fact I alluded to in this column.

Some of my fellow Borg drones would rather run a red light than risk a 50% force count on their driving record, and we still have a few that will talk on a cell phone while driving Code 3 – even though they know they’ll be summarily banished from The Hive if caught.

Gradually, thanks in no small part to people like Nadine Levick, industry leaders have begun to pay more than lip service to provider safety, particular within the realm of ambulance transport. But one thing that has lagged behind is the ambulance design itself.

Greater structural integrity of ambulance modules, padded cabinetry, gee-whiz lighting systems and psychedelic paint schemes will only be of limited benefit as long as we still have unbelted providers working in the back of rigs, or sitting on side-facing bench seats. Modern restraint systems were designed for front-facing occupants. They’re far less effective when the provider is turned to one side.

That’s why I was intrigued to hear of Careflite’s new custom ambulances that eliminated the side-facing bench seat. Careflite’s CEO, Jim Schwartz, was at EMS Expo, and lectured on the egregious lack of safety standards for providers working in the back of an ambulance:

“The United States has more safety standards in place for the transport of cattle on a truck than it does for crew members in the back of an ambulance…”

True, and utterly inexcusable.

Careflite’s new rigs were built by Crestline Coach, developers of the Herb Tarlek/Ralph Furley paint scheme.

Their rigs, built on the increasingly popular Sprinter chassis, feature pivoting bucket seats equipped with 4-point restraint systems that are designed to be locked into the forward-facing position whenever the vehicle is in motion.

The interior was redesigned for maximum ergonomics, placing everything within reach of a belted occupant. Gone are any heavy equipment cabinets that open inward, minimizing the chance of ballistic projectiles in an ambulance crash. Every piece of equipment has its place, and a hard mount to dock it to. That’s an important feature, all by itself. After my ex-partner’s fatal crash, we found IV catheters and alcohol preps underneath the ceiling light fixtures. Crap flies everywhere in a rollover.

Last year, The Borg bought forty-something new Sprinter ambulances. From  a fleet-management standpoint, they’re a no-brainer: 50% better (or more) fuel economy, leg room and headroom to spare, substantially decreased maintenance costs, longer service life, and a lower overall price tag make it a very attractive option for a light-duty ambulance fleet.

Some of our kids, primarily the younger ones spoiled by working in large, roomy boxes for their entire careers, gripe about the lack of room in a Sprinter, but truthfully they’re far roomier than any Type II rig I’ve ever worked in, and the headroom in back and legroom up front can’t be beaten. If you’re a big guy working 12 hour shifts in a SSM system, they’re much more comfortable than our current Type I Chevys.

Currently, The Borg still uses Type I boxes for their critical care transport trucks, so I don’t work out of the Sprinters that often. In the configuration that we ordered, there simply isn’t enough room for our critical care equipment. That may change, however. Rumor has it that we have a couple of Type III Sprinters in the fleet, presumably being used as a test bed for future CCT rigs.

Just looking at the Careflite rig displayed at EMS Expo, however, I see no reason we couldn’t fit all of our critical care gear in that rig, and have room to spare. There’s a rack to hang my ventilator, room for poles to mount IV pumps on, a dock for my cardiac and vital signs monitors, and floor tie-downs suitable for mooring an IABP or something of similar size. A neonatal transport isolette would fit in there as well.

The Crestline-built rig of Careflite’s was a single seat version set up for Critical Care Transport, but Careflite’s web site boasts photos of their new rigs with a dual seat configuration as well.

Across the exhibit hall floor, coach maker Miller Coach Company had a competing version on display that boasted a dual seat configuration, with reclining seats that allow transport of a second supine patient, if necessary.

Al Miller of Miller Coach, demonstrating their new forward-facing configuration.

The McCoy Miller rig featured a more conventional cot placement and cabinet layout, but for my tastes, I think I’d prefer the Crestline Coach rig built for Careflite. It makes very efficient use of available space.

Still, either rig demonstrates that an ambulance without a side-facing bench seat has definite potential. Only time will tell if they are truly safer, but placing providers sitting forward is probably a good start.

But hey, that’s just my opinion. What do you guys think? In which rig would you rather work? Do you think you can adapt to working in a rig without a bench seat, or a side-facing seat at all?

One thing’s for sure, though. If these designs take off, that’s gonna spell the death of the old “Armor All the bench seat when your paramedic partner pisses you off” trick.

For Everything Else, There’s Mastercard

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Heart attack in a sack: $5.39

Die-cut paper promotional giveaway: 10 cents

Partner with a sense of whimsy: Priceless


For You EMS Newbies…

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… Episode 18 of Confessions of an EMS Newbie is now available.

Ron and I answer listener questions, I offer a few practical tips on IV access, and we talk a bit about pharmacology.

Ron’s also soliciting listener questions for our upcoming interview with Mark Glencorse, aka Medic 999.

It’s Confessions of an EMS Newbie, the only podcast to be banned by the BBC for inducing seizures in listeners. Give us a listen… if you’re tough enough.

EMS Expo Gun Porn

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Rushing to make it in time to MedicCast’s 3:00 pm recording last Wednesday at EMS Expo, I found myself inexorably drawn to a row of booths to my left, calling to me in a sweet, siren song. Only with a monumental act of will did I resist the urge, and made it just in time to sit in on the podcast and talk out of my ass wax eloquent for an hour or so.

After the producer signaled “cut!” however, I followed the alluring scent of gun oil and testosterone down to the booths I had passed before, and found this:

Mmmm, 1911s! This is my kinda exhibit hall!

Doublestar custom 1911. Nice grips, really nice trigger. Me likey.

AR with night vision optics.

Suppressed AR 15′s.

Wall O’ Evil Black Rifles and uppers…

Did I mention how cool it is to have EMS Expo co-located with Enforcement Expo? This is much cooler than wandering lost in a sea of turnout coats, LED lights and extrication tools. Not that there wasn’t plenty of that for the suppression guys.

Only in this exhibit hall can you go from fire suppression to suppression fire in just a matter of feet…

EMS Expo Wrap Up Coming Soon…

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…including all of the goings-on with your favorite EMS bloggers, speakers and pod-casters, as well as some pics of some nifty new ambulance designs and EMS products.

Stay tuned.

If You Haven’t Already Had Enough of EMS Newbie…

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… check out the show wrap-up of the of the EMS Newbie interview on the Dr. Anonymous Show.

Go by and show Dr. Anon some love, and you can download the entire episode from there, if you like.

Much thanks to Dr. Anonymous for the opportunity to be on the show!

Save The Bewbs

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You may notice a new avatar pic over there on the left sidebar. I put it there in response to Epijunky’s and Happy Medic’s challenge to change something on my blog to pink in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Since changing my blog background to pink seems to be beyond my meager WordPress skillz, I found that handsome fellow on a Google search, and said to myself, “Self, now there’s an avatar that totally fits your personality.”

He’ll stay up there for the rest of October, and in the meantime, I urge you to take up the challenge and change your blog background or your avatar to pink. Widgets and background images can be found here.

Also, TOTWTYTR points out that September was Prostate Cancer Awareness Month, and it went by totally unnoticed in the EMS blogosphere. Prostate cancer poses every bit the risk to males as breast cancer does to females, and we XY types need to look after ourselves and raise awareness of that, too.

And since I’m closer to 50 than I am to 30, I’ve been doing everything I can to reduce my risk.

For You EMS Newbies…

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… Ron has an interview with Dr. Bryan Bledsoe at Confessions of An EMS Newbie.

Bryan Bledsoe has long been a mentor in my EMS career, and when you listen to the interview, you’ll see why. The man has passion and brains, and his heart is still in EMS. Bryan is unafraid to voice some unpleasant truths about EMS practice and education in this country, and for that he takes a great deal of unjustified criticism from people who see nothing wrong with the status quo.

Go check out the interview, and give him some props (or legitimate criticism, if you’d rather) in the comments!

Must. Have. Sleep.

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Safely ensconced at Casa de Mule Breath, my feet up and shoes off, and beer in hand, I find myself unable to keep my eyes open.

After-action report on EMS Expo to follow after my nap…

Signs of the EMS Apocalypse

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A.J. Heightman, editor of JEMS, and Scott Cravens, publisher of EMS World, singing karaoke together:

The dead rising from the grave! Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria!

People who saw it were quoting Rodney King, “Hey, why can’t we all just get along?” but I think the answer lay with Ambulance Driver’s motto: “Hey, why can’t we all just get a longneck?”


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