The theraputic value of music...

Yes I know it has been a while, but I really have not had anything too exciting or at the very least interesting to talk about. Plus, this last semester was a beast and required way too much of my time. Now that I have gotten that off of my chest. Lets get to the meat of the blog...

So working a rescue shift with "Sebastian" when we get a 911 call for a fall. It's nothing too exciting. Just a LoL in NAD. That's little old lady in no acute distress.  But she was on blood thinners so we treated accordingly. We package her up and take her to the area's only trauma center. After we get to our destination and get the truck 10-8 for our next call, we get a page stating that we, the rescue truck, have to do a transfer out of the ER to the Peds ER in one of the bigger hospitals in the area. Sebastian was immediately annoyed. Not so much that we had to do the transfer, but rather that we had to transfer a kid. A young kid. Like still had that new baby smell.

I don't know if I have a way with calming kids, but when I walked into the room this little girl stopped fussing and stared right at me. Smart kid. This little was originally brought in for DIB by the other ambulance company in the area. Originally this kid had a sat of "OMG" and received all of the breathing treatments. This helped a lot, so did the steroids, and fluids. So she was doing much better. We ended up having to transport her with out mom because of reasons I won't get into.

Anyway, while enroute to the super hospital, my new little buddy started to get fussy. I did all the usual things for babys to get them to calm down. She was not having any of it. She would calm down a little bit if I would talk to her but I couldn't do that the whole way. Mainly for my own sanity. So what can "talk" for me for 30 minutes? That's right! My iPhone. I looked through my play list for something soothing. You know, like a lullaby. Ah Ha! Bob Marley & the Wailers. She got through "Jammin" and "Redemtion song" and was out. Vitals stable. Just sleeping. I just played a few more songs off of the "Legend" album and wouldn't you know it, we were at the hospital. Kiddo did fine and did me a favor by pooping after we got out of the truck. Who would have thought rocking out or rather chilling out to some Bob Marley was the treatment of choice for this little one. I have to say she has good taste in music. I don't know who said it, but music is the language of the soul, and that little girl was very intent on hearing what had to be said.