Monday, July 11 2005
The fun thing about working in patient transport is that you are in this big ol’ damn ambulance when you’re driving around. When Tragedy Strikes, vehicle-wise, you are in a fine position to do something about it, should you so choose. Actually, being a bambulance, you kinda-sorta-gotta.
Case in point. At this time of year the DC area is humid, hot, dank, sweaty… and prone to sudden thunderstorms. One struck Wednesday, causing torrential but brief downpours in the area. The plot thickens.
On the Capital Beltway we happened upon a scene of Chaos and Trauma, to whit: Skid Marks leading to the side of the road; An Unhappy Vehicle, resting on it’s driver’s side door and facing against traffic; Four Fellows standing next to same.
DTs and his partner determined there were no EMS on scene, just yet. Flip on lights and pull onto shoulder.
Now, it turns out three of the fellows were facing a fourth. Naturally, (he says) one would anticipate that the fourth person was the Leader. As such, we address our questions to him.
“Hey, anybody hurt here?”
“Anybody still in the vehicle?”
“Any other vehicles involved?”
Oh dear. Okay, first things first.
“Everybody please, it’s still raining. Let’s get into the ambulance and wait for the police.”
And into the bambulance we go. And why not? Work ’em up. Were they wearing seat belts? Why yes, it turns out, all four of them were – in that pickup truck. Ooookay.
Suddenly two of our guests develop neck pain; another develops wrist pain; yet another finds he has back pain which shoots down his leg… ack! (Typical reaction: Fine during emergency, once relaxed find out something’s wrong – adrenaline is wonderful for what it does.) LET’S dial 911 again, shall we?
EMS Proper arrives; we turn into Fast Food Medics.
Take patient information. Do you have allergies with that? Have a collar. Put down backboard onto cot; place patient; a smear of spider straps; a soupcon of head block; a twist of tape and slide them out the end of the unit onto a County cot.
Fun! No one was seriously hurt, but due to mechanism of injury they all needed to be checked out, and well done on them to avoid the “patient refusal” syndrome.