When the adrenaline is flowing, it is more than a challenge to keep my cool at times.† Iím not a confrontational person, but when a person interferes with my patient care, I can be a little hotheaded.† Iíd love to be able to say I am the calm in the stress induced storm of an emergency, but Iíd be a bold-faced liar.† I donít know of a single person who hasnít let their frustrations show in the heat of the moment. Iíve certainly borne the brunt of othersí rage in times of high stress on more than a few occasions.† Now that Iíve grown into the paramedic role, Iíve found that Iím no different.
Historically, I havenít always been diplomatic when people interfere with my patient care. As it stands, Iím the only person I know who threatened to kick a police officer in the face, albeit in a joking tone,†and didnít get arrested.† I’ve doled out more than a few empty, ridiculous threats to get my point across.† Iíve said plenty of other things Iím not proud of, but I probably shouldnít admit them publicly.
In paramedic school, we were put through the proverbial ringer of high stress situations.† We had airway obstacle courses, in which we had to perform under strobe lights and loud music.† We had impressive mock MCIs: a meth lab explosion, a train wreck with hazmat qualities, a house fire with multiple patients, multiple patient farming accidents, a building collapse with fire and trapped responders, swift water rescue, high angle rescue, and many multiple vehicle accidents.† We had complicated scenarios, in which we performed demanding tasks like CPR, controlling difficult airways, and handling multiple critical patients, while reciting acronyms and definitions.† I still recite drug dosages, classifications, indications, and contraindications while I jog out of habit.† My instructors tried their hardest to prepare us for the worst by exploiting our weakest points.† Theyíd make us overcome various states of equipment failure, force us to become skilled in the art of adapt and overcome, stress us out, and push us to the limit.† They even stole my equipment once because I left it unattended.† Despite all that preparation, I can sometimes feel my heart try to beat out of my chest on calls when the stakes are high.
Recently, I had my first pediatric code.† Itís no stretch of the imagination to state a child in cardiac arrest is one of the most efficient ways to induce a big, fat adrenaline rush for any emergency responder.† Everyone on scene was frazzled.† No one likes a dead kid.† I couldnít get first responders to cooperate on even the smallest things very well, like moving the patient from a cramped bedroom into the spacious living room.
The problem wasnít that they were bad at their job or that they were dealing with a female paramedic arriving to take control of the scene; the predicament was that the gravity of the situation was downright distracting.† I tried to be calm and collected, to keep my thoughts straight and my voice level, but when everyone else in the room is tense to the point of disruption, it is easy to become irritated.† †My heart may be beating at SVT worthy rates, but I try like hell not to show it, which is not always successful.
I intubated the toddler with a small endotracheal tube and tied it down with twill tape.† A fireman was ready with the BVM to resume ventilations.† I told him to place his free hand over the childís mouth to hold the tube in place, to keep it from dislodging.† I turned away to give a dose of epinephrine, and looked back to see he had let go of the tube and had accidentally pushed the hub of the tube to the patientís lips.† *Gasp* My tube! Checking breath sounds, I found the tube was lodged in the right mainstem of the lungs, so I readjusted it.
I said, ďIt is really important that you hold the tube in place with your hand right here.† Remember the airway is paramount with pediatrics, and it is very easy to slip downward or out because there isnít much room for error.Ē† I turned away to give a dose of atropine, and looked up to the same problem as before.† Holy crap!† Do not slap this man.† Good paramedics do not abuse their first responders. Again, I readjusted the tube, insuring it was in its proper position.† I tried to will myself to grow more functioning arms like a Hindu goddess, but that was unsuccessful.† Why canít I have more arms? I said, ďI really need you to hold this tube in place, because this tape isnít working worth a crap.† You are doing a very important job, and if you need someone else to take it over, we can do that.† This tube may be this kidís only real chance for survival.Ē† He said he was fine, and I believed him.† A few seconds later, I turned around to see him start to grab for something again, but he looked up at me and mouthed ďSorry.Ē†Do not make me a murderer today, sir.
Walking to the ambulance with the stretcher, while first responders were doing CPR and ventilating, I held the tube in place at the patientís mouth.† Within earshot of the five people surrounding the stretcher, I told the fireman in a semi-joking tone, ďWeíre all jazzed up here, but if you let go of my tube one more time, Iím going to kick you in the solar plexus.† If you donít, Iíll be your best friend and send your kids birthday and Christmas presents.† If you need to switch out, tell me now.Ē He said he was fine; it was just his first pediatric code and he was understandably a little ďfreaked out.Ē† I didnít tell him it was mine, too.† We loaded the patient in the ambulance, and I checked to make sure the tube was still in place before allowing him to hold it again.
On the way to the hospital, I noticed the hub of the tube was almost in the patientís mouth, and I finally lost my cool.† I listened for breath sounds and heard nothing, but I did hear epigastric sounds.† He lost my tube. I transformed from a stressed paramedic to a pissed off megabitch in a nanosecond.
I planted my feet and took a stance I learned from playing too much Mortal Kombat in my youth.† With a punch square to the jaw, blood and two teeth flew across the ambulance.† I landed an uppercut to his chin and followed it with a right hook to the kidney when he doubled over, both solid hits.† The words ďBAM!Ē and ďPOW!Ē appeared in the air in jagged bubbles of sound effect.† While performing CPR, the other responder in the ambulance announced in a low pitched, demanding voice, ďFINISH HIM!Ē† One solid round house kick to the solar plexus sent him flying through the air, pushing the back doors of the ambulance open with force, and he flew out of the ambulance and onto the highway at 75 mph.† At least, thatís what happened in my head.
In reality, I took a moment to yell something that sounds an awful lot like mother trucker in addition to a string of expletives, while stomping my feet hissy fit style and grabbing a new BVM out of the cabinet, because weíd left the mask on scene.† I reassembled the intubation equipment, choosing a slightly larger endotracheal tube that I hoped like hell would fit.† I re-intubated the patient, forcing the larger tube in, as the correct sized tube was no longer useful. I said, ďI donít have the *BLEEP*ing dexterity in my toes to push drugs, so youíre going to have to hold this *BLEEP* *BLEEP* tube in place like your life depends on it. I donít have enough *BLEEP* on this truck to intubate this kid again.Ē† And let go, he did not.† He even looked over at me for approval before releasing the tube in the hands of hospital staff.
Upon arrival at the hospital, the physician was ďbeyond impressedĒ that Iíd managed to secure a 4.5 size ET tube. †I told him I had a little help, while glancing over at the first responder, who looked like a hurt puppy.† Afterward, I apologized to him for behaving like an asshole.† I finally told him it was my first pediatric code as a paramedic, and it took just about everything I had to hold myself together and put my training to use.† I told him I know what itís like to be in his shoes, and while it will never get easier, heíll have a better hold on the situation next time.† I assured him that despite the snafus, we did everything we could for the child (a mantra I had to keep repeating to myself as well).† He accepted my apology very well, and I truly hope he doesn’t hold my behavior against me, or other paramedics for that matter.† Granted, he doesnít know that in my head, I beat the crap out of him.
For both of us, it was a horrible notch under our belts.† Perhaps next time each of us will be better prepared.† Iím certainly not the only responder who can be affected by what we encounter on the job, and I was the new EMT with the deer-in-headlights look in this very situation once upon a time.† The first time I saw a child in cardiac arrest, I was completely distracted by the one thought that kept circulating: This isnít supposed to happen. I think we both learned a lot from that call.† I learned to trust my instincts a little better, make people trade positions when they show signs of insufficiency, and that I need to be much more civilized under pressure, while he learned paramedics can be jerks when you lose their tubes.