The other day I was "blessed" with the opportunity to work with one of our sister companies. This was thanks to my partner who called off that day. It was actually a good day. I ended up working about 45 minutes from where I am usually stationed, so it was a bit of a change. The calls for the day were nothing super exciting or very complicated. However, one pt encounter stuck with me.
We were called to do an inter-facility transfer from local hospital to super hospital for a young lady. I will try and keep this vague enough so I can tell the story and still get my point across. I don't want to break any HIPPA laws. Anyway, this little girl was in 2nd or 3rd grade and was at the hospital for a chronic medical condition complicated by pneumonia. She was one of those little girls that in the face of all the treatments, illness, and overall complications of life landing her behind the 8 ball; she was happy, bubbly, and very outgoing. She was also no stranger to medicine, ambulances, and hospitals. It was funny when she asked if we could go lights and sirens just because she thought it would be cool. Most of my regular partners would have probably done it for her, but mine that day stuck to the rules. She also had a few comments about the people driving behind us while we were enroute.
The transport was uneventful and when we got her to the super hospital, she asked us to sign a note book. She has all the nurses, docs, medics, and everyone else that takes care of her sign it and leave a little note. I put "I hope you feel better soon. Keep smiling and good Luck. Signed Paramedic Mike". It was the most routine of calls, but her infectious positivity and happy demeanor made it a bittersweet encounter. Unfortunately she still has along road ahead of her but who knows what will happen. Only time will tell.
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