I know I promised a post on that strip. I'll get on it ASAP, but I've just been super drained lately. This is a rough time of the semester, and with trying to volunteer 18 hours a week and work 20...well, you can understand I'm sure.
In any event, I was nominated for this Bookworm Award that's been running the gamut of my favorite medbloggers for a bit now. Thanks so much to Bernice and ParamedicSuperMonkey, two wonderful bloggers. Go give them a read if you haven't already :)
Rules are as follows. Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences. The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!
Okay...I have two books right on top of one another. The first is Rescue 471 by Peter Canning.
"We get called for an unresponsive diabetic on Brookfield Street."
Second is The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien. I had a conversation with a friend today (via GChat's awesome new video interface!) about this book, so I dug it out of my bookshelf to reread it :)
"I remember staring at the old man, then at my hands, then at Canada."
Epi, duh. She's phenomenal, and if you haven't read her blog by now, you're seriously missing out.
EE at Backboards and Bandaids. It's so nice to read the musings of another college EMT.
Medic Three aka Cheating Death. He's got some seriously wonderful stuff. Go check it out!
ManchMedic. One of my new favorite blogs. I can't believe I didn't read his before.
Lastly, Witness. This is mainly just so he'll post SOMETHING, but he's a fabulous writer and I love it when he actually does update.
Tonight in the ER, I had a woman who was seriously afraid of needles. She was there with her boyfriend for abdominal pain. The conversation went something like this.
Me:"Hi, my name is--"
Her: "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ARE YOU GOING TO STICK ME WITH NEEDLES OH GOD!"
Me: "Ma'am, I have to start an IV. The doctor is going to want to give you some fluids and medication to help you with that pain."
Her: *incoherent screaming*
Boyfriend: "Baby, which is going to be worse...this little needle stick or the pain in your stomach?"
Her: "THE NEEDLE!"
Boyfriend: "Then why did we come...?"
She feigned fainting. When her boyfriend let go of her hand, it sort of hesitated in mid-air and then collapsed dramatically on the bed. He rolled his eyes at me, I smiled back at him, and finished what I was doing.
The nurse comes in, looks at me, looks at her, and looks at the boyfriend.
"Hey," she says as she shakes her. She continues feigning this unconsciousness. "Hey, listen. Anytime you want to stop pretending like you're unconscious, that'd be great. I don't have the time to sit around and play with you."
Miraculously, she comes around, mentions something about feeling woozy, and how she hates needles.
It was a great day had by all.
p.s.--My best friend has a legitimate phobia of needles, so I understand people who don't do well with needles. I do my best to be accommodating and take them seriously. But when I have three-year-old patients who deal with it better than they do, and they start acting like they're unconscious...I lose all respect.
Take care out there,