Recently I worked with a shift with a fairly new medic who apparently knew everything. Now I am pretty easy going so for the most part it was an easy shift. However, constant complaining can be a bit of a downer. The silver lining to this 12 hour piece of my life was that we did not have to do a single dialysis transfer. However, we did get held over for a list minute call, but that was nothing super interesting.
So we do a few calls that morning and are dispatched priority 2 to a residence in the "D" for a CHF exacerbation. As we pull up we see a typical house in a typical neighborhood in this area of town with a 60ish year old person waving us down. So we walk in and find a retirement age female talking, ambulating, and having breakfast. Btw, breakfast smelled amazing. Our pt told us that she had just made breakfast and if it was alright if she ate breakfast. We said it was fine since she in no immediate distress. However, the meal she had consisted of three different pork products that were all probably fried in some sort of grease and some white bread. Oh and she salted it too. It probably tasted like hypertension and same, which incidentally smelled delicious. I just thought it was funny how she was complaining of shortness of breath for a few days after admitting to not taking her meds and eating the caloric equivalent to what most people should have in a day. Then she wonders why she was short of breath...I don't get it.
So we do our usual assessments, treatments, and diagnostics and take her to the hospital. She even said she was a hard stick. Of course she was. Why wouldn't she be? Who would have thought that 6 different cardiac, pulmonary, and endocrine disorders would mess with your peripheral circulation? At any rate, I think it is odd how people can either ignore their health conditions or better yet have the mentality that "I already got it, why change now?". Job security, job security, job security...puppies and Jesus, puppies and Jesus!
Oh and if you think having a baconator for breakfast wasn't good enough, she was also telling us a story about how one of her eyes popped out of her head last week. WTF!?! Really? Who, what, when, where, and why to that. I calmly sat there putting info into my tablet and said "I have been doing this for 8 years and that's a new one for me". She said it was no big deal and continued to demolish her pig in a blanket-esk breakfast. Just another day on the job in EMS.
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