I’m sitting at the station, working my last 48 hour shift as a medic intern. When I leave here tomorrow morning all that stands between me and my cert is the National Registry test.
…and of course, on my last shift, I am the white cloud from hell. In the past 30 hours we’ve rolled on TWO calls. Both COPD/SOB. CPAP fixed one right up and kept her from buying a tube and the other got a neb and some solu-medrol. BAM!
I had a great time here, but I’m ready to get on with this. I’m ready to move south to be with my sweetie and the dogs and to get my life back to normal. Or at least as normal as I can make it.
This year has been one of the hardest, most mentally and emotionally trying periods I’ve ever been through and I’m just lucky that I was able to save my marriage and make it through school in one piece.
Also, thanks for all the notes on the pedi code. After talking with both my crew and my therapist, I’m fine. I know we did the best we could, and our efforts bought the family more time with a warm, breathing baby so they could say goodbye. Their last memory of their little boy won’t be a firefighter squeezing his chest or a paramedic drilling an IO into his leg…instead, they were able to say goodbye at the hospital and get some real closure, knowing that everything that could be done, was done.
And that is an important reason for what we do.
Strong work, good luck.
Following your trip was an honor. I have no doubt you will not only pass the National Registry exam but also do a fine job out on the street.
As for the pedi code… I didn’t have anything – everyone else that posted replies all said the things I was thinking. But you did everything that anyone else would have done. You have nothing to be ashamed of.