I remember the call on which I fell in love with EMS. It was not a serious call, an elderly female who had fallen and was complaining of groin pain. The EMT let me take vitals, and I was basically caring for the woman all the way to the hospital. I got such a thrill from this, I knew I was in the right place.
Now I'm not saying that I haven't loved EMS ever since, but with the daily grind of the BS calls-drunks, hypochondriacs, drug seekers, etc, it slipped from my mind how much I really love EMS.
Recently, I fell in love with EMS all over again.
The call was for an overdose. Alcohol and painkillers. Possible attempt. The patient was completely unresponsive, and we only had one tech on board. It was definitely a load and go. I set up the oxygen while the medic got vitals. We had our helpers get a backboard and we boogied outside. The medic had me assist with the monitor and the pulse ox, and I was so in my zone it was ridiculous. I was straddled over the patient, somehow managing to do 2 things at the same time. It was such a thrilling feeling, I just loved it.
If there is one thing this call taught me, it is that I do have what it takes. I am good at what I do, and I will only get better. I LOVE EMS.
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