I had a call today at the end of my tour. It was for a 60 yo paramedic (so his wife told us as we walked in). There I was with blinky (who didn't use sirens the entire charlie call - I am biting my tongue).
My hands shook as I did a successful IV (20g when I thought it was 18g - AC, all good... patent and happy) and put the ECG 12 lead on.
He waited from 19:30 last night to 04:30 this morning to call EMS after taking *11* shots of nitro.
Holy crap.
I called for ALS backup in case they could push meds I couldn't. Morphine, that's it because he'd waited too long.
I literally was dripping I was so stressed. That was a first. Paramedics... why do you affect me so?
Here's hoping I don't make others sweaty when I'm a paramedic.
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