Ahhhh. Smell that? It’s the scent of a fresh blog. Mmmmm. Smells delicious.
Welcome to the new “Medic 22″, formerly “Medic 7″. (But, you knew that.)
I’m stoked to be here. It really is pretty cool to have been invited to move to FireEMSblogs.com along with some of the other folks that will be publishing here. Lots of the people I respect and read everyday are now part of the family over here. Firegeezer, Happy Medic and 999Medic especially. It’s going to be a great, vibrant community of bloggers. I’m excited to be a part of it.
Anyway, what’s going in in my world? Glad you asked. Medic School is non stop. And by that, I mean it’s full on, no holds barred information overload. You may have read my post below extolling the virtues of flashcards. They have really paid off! Three quizzes in, I’m kicking ass. I haven’t missed more than 2 or 3 questions per quiz, and that’s significantly better than most of my classmates. Some of the guys in my class now study with me and my cards at lunch everyday. It’s really amazing how well you can soak up information when it’s in little bite sized chunks. And that’s the best way to deal with pathophisology. Small bite sized chunks.
We’ve put a lot of tubes in Fred the Head. Like 150 each. There’s many training heads, and the instructors want us to learn perfect technique so we don’t walk into the OR and fumble through our tubes. Every moment we’re not doing something else, we’re supposed to have a laryngoscope in our hand, putting tubes in. Our partners watch like hawks. Every now and then, from across the room, you’ll hear a whispered, “You’re on the teeth!”
This is my lab partner, digitally intubating Fred. He was not happy.
As far as life on the ambulance, I haven’t worked much in the past few weeks. I’ve been busy studying and trying to spend some time with my wife when I can. Luckily, the scheduling folks at OAC understand and they’re very cool with me working when I can. I’m on a 13 hour day car tomorrow, so I’m sure I’ll be working an interesting mix of IFT and fire calls. If anything groovy happens, I’ll make sure to blog about it.
In the meantime, it’s back to my pharm flash cards and the memorization game of dosages, names and contraindications.
I love the smell of fresh paint
So, does this mean I can’t call you M7 anymore? The name kinda grew on me.
Okay, back to my pharm cards.
Ahh Medic School. I remember that, I think. It’s great to have you as a neighbor.
Epi, You can always call me M7. I hate that I still have gear that says “Medic 7″ on it. lol
Thank you CK. And back atcha!