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Attention Survivalists, EMS Whackers and Gear Whores!

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If that puny little personal EMS bag doesn't fulfill your inner whacker, or if your bugout bag just doesn't carry enough stuff, I have a Thomas ALS pack for sale.

Mine is basically identical to the one pictured here, in Tacticool black, only lightly used and still in very good shape.

Thomas ALS packs are the Rolls Royce of EMS packs. Retails for $485, and I'll let mine go for $300.

Just email or message me if you're interested.

For You EMS Types…

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… there's a new column on EMS1.com.

Top Ten EMS New Year's Resolutions.

Enjoy!

It’s a Little Late For a Stocking Stuffer…

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… but Michael Morse's new book, Responding, is now available.

If you're a fan of the book and blog, Rescuing Providence (and if you aren't you should be), you'll love this new book as it tracks Michael for 38 hours of a busy ambulance shift.
 

Plus, it's published by one of my favorite people, Lou Jordan, a genuine legend in EMS.

Buy it here!

Little Life Lessons

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I've been teaching EMT's for years, and let me tell you, there's nothing so satisfying as that look of discovery on a student's face when the light bulb finally comes on. Instructors live for such moments.

The Borg has partnered me with green partners ever since I started here, and I try to impart a little of the experience and wisdom I've earned over the years. I mentor them, fill in the gaps in their knowledge, perhaps season them a bit, and ready them for paramedic school. Thus far, all of my previous partners are now medics, or currently in school. They've all been successful. I'm kinda proud of that, actually.

And since I'm literally old enough to be father to most of them, I sometimes get a little paternalistic, and teach some of life's lessons that have nothing to do with EMS; the things they'll need to succeed in life.

Like early this morning, for example, when I took the opportunity afforded by a slow Christmas Eve to teach Betty Rubble the most accurate -and most importantly, repeatable – way to bounce a quarter off a table into a Dixie cup. Hard to believe she made in through high school and a couple years of college without mastering that vital skill, but apparently she took different electives than I did in school.

You'd think the poor kid had never seen a man roll a quarter off his nose before.

 

Luke 2: 9-14

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On this night, nine years ago, The Ex and I started a little tradition.

Despite the fear and uncertainty ahead, we wanted our family to remember that we were indeed blessed. And so, in a hushed and darkened NICU, we read a few Bible verses to our baby, so that she’d know why. We’ve done it every year since, on this very night.

Tonight The Ex will do the honors, while I spend my Christmas Eve on duty, doing my best to care for the people in this city. For those of you working with me, away from your families while you stand vigil for strangers, I offer these verses to you:

“And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”

Merry Christmas, everybody, and to you non-Christians, just take with you the last five words: Peace, good will toward men.

That’s a sentiment I believe we can all wrap our hearts around.

If You’re Spending Tonight On Duty…

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… in an ambulance, a police cruiser, a fire station, or on duty in a faraway place, standing vigil against bad men who would do us harm, I stand with you in spirit.

And if you get a little bored, there's an excerpt of my book on EMS1.com.

Enjoy.

Maybe It’s Just The Fudd In Me…

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… but the whole scout rifle concept just leaves me cold.

Yeah, I know it's heresy against the Church of Jeff Cooper, but something about taking a nice, quick-pointing and lightweight bolt action rifle and uglying it up just makes me want to heave.

I know such a rifle just makes some people all happy in their pants, but you know what that setup really needs?

One less flash hider/compensator, no iron sights, no rail, no butt-ugly removable magazine, a nice 2.5x scope, and a recoil pad that doesn't look like a fucking afterthought, that's what it needs. If I had to, I suppose I could leave the rail and forward-mount a long eye relief scope on it. That way, you'd have this rifle, and a full 2.5 inches shorter than that Frankenstein pictured above.

 

If I wanted a rail farm and a compensator and a high-capacity magazine in a bolt-action firearm, I've already got one of those.

It's called an AR15. All I have to do is stop cleaning it.

Dear LERN, You Suck

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For the first 16 years of my career, Louisiana didn't have a comprehensive trauma system.

I sure miss those days.

Up until a couple of years ago, we labored under a fragmented and inefficient system of competing hospitals offering varying levels of care. There were only two Level I Trauma Centers, situated in Shreveport and New Orleans – opposite corners of the state. For several years after Hurricane Katrina, we were down to only one, and LSU Interim Hospital in New Orleans is only beginning to approach the capabilities of Charity Hospital, pre-Katrina. Here in southwest Louisiana, we're three hours away from either of them.

The state level bureaucrats recognized the need for a comprehensive trauma system, and for years we labored to make it happen. We held countless meetings and trauma town halls around the state, and tried to get all the various stakeholders on board for creating such a system. For a brief time, I was one of those bureaucrats who had to help organize and attend those interminable meetings and town halls, and those are wasted months of my life I will never get back.

But finally, all that work came to fruition, and they had the necessary buy-in from all the various stakeholders to create a comprehensive, streamlined and organized statewide trauma system, to be phased in over all the Department of Health and Hospitals regions over several years.

Thus was born LERN, the Louisiana Emergency Response Network, which is far from comprehensive, anything but streamlined, and hopelessly disorganized. It does, however, lend itself to a catchy acronym that rolls easily off the tongue, even though "Colossal Goatfuck And Waste of Time For Paramedics Too Busy Treating Patients To Answer Pointless Questionnaires Over The Phone" may be more accurate.

LERN was sold to the rural and community hospitals as one-stop shopping for their trauma transfers. No more calling every tertiary care center or regional hospital in the state to find one to accept transfer of your critical trauma patient. LERN would be a single point of access; simply call them, and they'd direct you to the nearest facility with the proper capabilities. Acceptance was pretty much automatic, all you had to do was call the ambulance to make the actual transport. I know, I was present at the orientation LERN made at PGHNSTRACH before it was implemented in our region.

It hasn't turned out that way. Those smaller hospitals still have to call multiple hospitals to get acceptance of their trauma transfers, and they often know better which hospitals to call than the LERN Call Center. Only now, they have the added layer of bureaucracy and aggravation of calling LERN first.

For the bigger hospitals, LERN was supposed to be an easier way of handling diversions than calling multiple EMS agencies. If your CT scanner was down, or if you didn't have ortho coverage for the weekend, simply call LERN, and they'd make sure the ambulances took those patients somewhere else.

Yet, I am frequently directed by LERN to certain Emergency Departments because they have the physician specialty coverage my patient needs, only upon arrival to be greeted by an exasperated triage nurse, complaining, "Why does LERN keep sending y'all here? We've told them five times today we don't have neurosurgery coverage!"

Oh, but it's the interface with EMS providers where they sink to new lows in suckitude. Allow me to demonstrate for you the typical EMS call to LERN:

The scene: An ambulance sits parked on the side of the Interstate, surrounded by fire trucks and rescue vehicles, state troopers, a dozen or so personal vehicles from the volunteer fire department, and a couple of miles of stalled traffic. The medics are working feverishly to assess and package a victim who has been ejected from a rollover MVC. As far as they can tell, he has no major orthopedic or thoracic trauma, but judging from his combativeness and the injuries to his face, he's got the potential for a serious head injury. Amidst all of this, the lead medic stops what he is doing, digs his phone out of his pocket, and dials a number.

[phone rings for roughly 90 seconds]

LERN: "Hallo, thank you please for calling LERN. My name Peggy, and how for I may help you today?"

Ambulance Driver: "Hi, this is AD with Borg Cube 547 on Interstate 10 in rural Podunk Parish. I've got a male patient, mid-thirties, with entry criteria of rollover MVC with head trauma. Need a hospital with neurosurgery, please."

LERN: "I am happy to help you, Sir. Your name, please?"

AD: "Ambulance Driver. A-M-B-U-L-A-"

LERN: "And what did you say your unit number was again?"

AD: "Borg Cube 547."

LERN: "And what ambulance did you say you were with?"

AD [losing patience]: "The Borg. B-O-R-G. You know, the remorseless collective that assimilated all the smaller ambulance services in this area almost 10 years ago? You know, THE ONLY FRIGGIN' AMBULANCE SERVICE IN YOUR REGION?"

LERN: "And your patient''s entry criteria is… [sounds of typing] … head trauma, you said? So you need neurosurgery."

AD [resisting the urge to reply, "No, I need a podiatrist to care for my head injury patient."]: Um, yeah. Neurosurgery. Good call. Thanks ever so much."

LERN: "And what did you say your patient's name was?"

AD: "Um, how is that relevant?"

LERN: "It's fine, we don't need a name. A date of birth will do."

AD [sighing and realizing the futility of arguing, does a hurried wallet biopsy]: "Doe, John. DOB 4-1-75."

LERN: "Okay, and what are your patient's vital signs?"

AD: "Don't have any, as of yet. We've been too busy getting him assessed and packaged. Plus, he's combative. You know, like from a head injury?"

LERN: "Well, could you get some vital signs?"

AD: "Okay, blood pressure of 80+ systolic, heart rate rapid and thready, respirations about 24."

LERN: "Oh, so his BP is only 80 systolic? You need the closest facility, then, if he's that hypotensive."

AD: "No, I said his blood pressure is at least 80 systolic because he has radial pulses. I have no idea what it really is, as of yet, because the patient is combative – from a head injury – and I'm too busy talking to you on the phone to continue assessing my patient."

LERN: " … "

AD (sighing and pulling the numbers out of his ass): "Okay, we've got vital signs for you. BP 94/60, HR 128, RR 24. Now can you tell us which hospital has neurosurgery coverage?"

LERN: "I can certainly do that for you, Sir, if you'll stand by while I get this information entered into the computer…"

[sounds of typing, then interminable silence]

AD: " … "

LERN: "I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't hear what you said."

AD: "Oh, nothing. I was just telling the first responders to start bagging, and my partner to get out my airway kit. You were going to tell me which hospital has neurosurgery coverage?"

LERN: "Oh, right. Well, there seems to be a problem with that."

AD (banging my head against the side of the rig): "What problem?"

LERN: "Yeah, your patient is an Aries. The only neurosurgeon in your area is Dr. Givney, and he's a Virgo."

AD: "Ummm.. and?"

LERN: "Those are fundamentally incompatible signs. It wouldn't work. But Dr. Harris is only 40 miles further away, and he's a Leo. They'd be a much better match."

AD: " … "

LERN: "I'm sorry, Sir, what was that you said?"

AD: "Nothing, just telling my partner to start compressions while I slit my wrists. Incidentally, we have an updated set of vital signs for you."

LERN: "Excellent, Sir! What are they?"

AD: "Zero, zero, and zero."

LERN (obliviously): "Very well, Sir. Would you like me to connect you to Second Rate Trauma Center, where Dr. Harris is the neurosurgeon on call?"

AD: "I think we'll just take our chances with Dr. Givney, if you don't mind. Provided, of course, you tell me at which hospital Dr. Givney can be found."

LERN (dubiously): "Well, that would be St. Mary Mother of Mercy Memorial Medical Center, but I don't think that's – "

AD: "The patient isn't capable of interacting with the surgeon, LERN, and I doubt the doc will pay any attention to his birthdate until much later. We'll risk it."

LERN (sighing in resignation): "Very well, Sir. Would you like me to connect you to St Mary's, then?"

AD: "Not necessary, LERN. Just notify them we have a 5 minute ETA."

LERN: "And your patient's condition?"

AD: "Decomposing."

LERN: " … "

AD: "Thanks ever so much for your assistance, LERN. What would we do without you?"

That's pretty much how every call to LERN in Region Five goes. Yeah, I'll cop to a little hyperbole in the description, because Dr. Harris is actually a Taurus, and he's only 30 miles further away. But otherwise, it's a wash.

The point is, when you pick up the phone to call the resource that is supposed to streamline the process of choosing an appropriate destination for your critical trauma patient, what you get instead is two minutes of pointless question and answer, and no real help. And all of this, mind you, is done before you start transport, while the Monday Morning Quarterbacks back at headquarters still have the clock ticking on your scene times.

So LERN, take note: It would greatly improve your system if you only asked for three pieces of information when you pick up the phone: location, entry criteria, needed resources at receiving hospital. Then, we could answer the rest of your dubiously relevant questionnaire without interrupting patient care or delaying transport. Have your call takers STFU with the questions unless they have aleady spit out the name of an appropriate receiving hospital.

Otherwise, I'll be forced to handle every LERN notification the same way I did last time, when I took the phone from my partner after you'd been giving her the runaround for two minutes:

"Hello, LERN? I can either fill in the blanks on your questionnaire and transport a dead patient, or you can tell me who has neuro surgery, and I can bring them a live one. Your call, LERN."

Turns out, that works.

Happy Blogiversary To Me!

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I started this blog on December 23, 2006.

Five years, close to two million unique visits, three million page views, thousands of comments, dozens of blogchildren and grandchildren, and a whole lot of fun.

It's been a fun ride, people, and you're the ones who made it worthwhile. I'll try to get the free ice cream machine cranked back up to my usual pace.

Thank you for reading.

For You EMS Newbies…

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… Episode 74 is up on Confessions of an EMS Newbie.

Ron and I talk pre-arrival ED notifications, the value of a good stethoscope, and a listener stumps me with a teaching concept I've never quite heard described in those terms.

It's Confessions of an EMS Newbie, the only podcast hosted by two of People magazine's Sexiest Men Alive.* Listen to us, and bask in the glow, people!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Um, not really.

Thank You, Connecticut, and Good Night!

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Had a great time yesterday giving a couple of talks and signing books for a small but enthusiastic group of folks, and today my sweetheart took me for a charming Christmas tour of the Mystic Seaport, followed by a wonderful steak dinner and drinks. I am thoroughly but pleasantly exhausted.

Tomorrow I head back to south Louisiana for my regular shift with The Borg, but I'll be back on March 10, speaking at the 2012 EMS Symposium for the EMS Institute at Sharon Hospital, in Lakeville, CT.

Many thanks to the folks at Emergency Resource Management for inviting me to speak, and to my beautiful girlfriend, Nancy Magee, for being hostess and tour guide. I had a great time!

Leaving On A Jet Plane

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Heading to Connecticut for the weekend, visiting my sweetheart, signing books and doing my schtick.

Y’all mind the place while I’m gone, and if you’re good, maybe I’ll post something this weekend.

Beer’s in the fridge, but nobody better touch the last two bottles of my Emergency Medical Bock.

Head-Scratching Complaint Of The Night

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Chief complaint: allergic reaction.

Suspected allergen: Tomatoes.

Exposure: Tomato paste, used in making a pot of chili.

That the patient made himself.

Using the tomato paste he keeps in his pantry.

That he says he is allergic to.

That he keeps around anyway, and regularly consumes because, well, he just lurves the taste of ‘maters.

This is how something that was dispatched as an anaphylactic reaction gets written as a psychiatric call, boys and girls.

And no, the patient had zero signs of an allergic reaction, not that he’d have been any less crazy if he had.

Question For The Medics, Cops and ER Nurses

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For an article I'm working on:

For the medics:

1. Medics, if you encounter a patient legally carried a concealed firearm, how do you deal with it? Secure and clear the weapon yourself? Have law enforcement do it?

2. For those instances when law enforcement officers are not present, what then?

3. Does your agency have a policy or procedure on how to deal with such things? If so, what is it?

For the cops:

1. You're working an accident scene, or for that matter, a shooting, and medics approach you to secure a firearm found on one of the patients. Presuming the patient is carrying legally, what do you do with the weapon?

2. If the patient is in command of his mental faculties, but for obvious reasons cannot go into the hospital carrying his weapon, what then?

For the ED nurses and physicians:

1. Medics bring in a patient who was legally carrying a concealed firearm. Let's say the medics (or a cop who arrived at the hospital with them or at a later time) have secured the weapon, and left it with the patient's personal effects. How do you deal with the firearm? Who would be responsible for its safe storage in your hospital?

2. What are your procedures for returning the firearm to its owner upon their discharge from the Emergency Department?

I eagerly await your comments…

I Guess I’m Overly Emotional Today…

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… but this got me crying like a baby.

 

Godspeed, Lance Corporal Carpenter. May your son grow to be a man to make his father proud.

Overheard This Morning

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On the way to school this morning:

AD: "Okay, so next spelling word: range."

KatyBeth: "R-A-N-G-E."

AD: "Very good. Can you use it in a sentence?"

KatyBeth: "Ready on the left, ready on the right, ready on the firing line! The range is hot, commence firing!"

Is it any wonder why I love the kid?

For You EMS Newbies…

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… Episode 72 is up on Confessions of an EMS Newbie.

Ron and I talk about hematology and paramedic class burnout, and why EMS instructors ask tricky questions on the tests. Ron gloats because not only did he get hired for a real, sho nuff paid EMS job, he also got Bryan Bledsoe to add some information to the newest edition of the paramedic textbook.

It's Confessions of an EMS Newbie, the only podcast where you can learn about sickle cell anemia and rectal glucose in the same episode. If that doesn't give you extra bang for you podcast buck, I don't know what does.

Once Upon A Time…

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… there was a family in Secret Location, Colorado, who made their living from the land. And like many such families, they were strong and honest folk, and what blessings they were given, they readily shared with others.

They knew the value of hard work, and like most farm families, managed to squeeze 25 hours of it into every day. What possessions they had, they acquired through liberal investment of sweat equity. They valued strength, and kindness, and liberty, and through this wonderful tool called the Internet, they met a bunch of like-minded people. And they decided to hold a gathering for their friends, a weekend of fun and fellowship, shooting, and the best damned food ever put on a plate.

I was privileged to be invited to the first of those gatherings, and have attended every one since. They became family, and that circle of friends – from all walks of life, and every political and religious flavor you can envision – became my tribe. Those trips to Blogorado every year are the highlights of my year.

And the matriarch of that clan opened her home to this motley collection of gun bloggers, med bloggers, freaks, cops, EMT's, scientists, pilots, accountants, IT professionals, defense contractors, atheists, agnostics, Christians and rugged individualists, and made them feel like family. No small trick, that.

And now she is gone, her battle with cancer at an end.

While the Farm Family mourns her passing, please stop by and give your condolences.

I am struck by the old saying that friends are the family that you choose for yourself. I'm not really close with my own family, and I was privileged to feel like a member of hers.

Tonight, I'm going to whisper a prayer of thanks that her suffering is over, and take a few moments to celebrate the life of a lively lady with a huge heart and a gleeful cackle of a laugh, and be thankful I knew her for the few short years I did.

For some reason, I'm craving scrappy nibbles in milk gravy right now…


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