Work and school have conspired to use up my time, so I’ve been blogging less often. But I wanted to make a point of blogging this week because I’ve reached an unofficial milestone.

Over the weekend I reached my unofficial 1000 hour mark as an ED Tech.

I say unofficially because I’m using a fairly conservative method of counting it and officially, I reached it close to two weeks ago. So why am I counting my number, that came later, rather than the earlier number? Because this one is more meaningful to me and gives me more of a margin for counting.

Officially, by the timeclock, I reached 1000 hours over two weeks ago. However, this time included by 24 hours of initial classroom orientation and the time to get my CPR recertified and some other training where I wasn’t even in the Emergency Department.

The other factor, was that officially, many of my shifts have been 8.5 hours, with .5 reserved for lunch. However, due to staffing shortages, often many of us techs will work through our meals (and swipe the timeclock for that, guaranteeing we get paid for that time). But it was simply easier for me to ignore those “worked through meals” and only count an 8 or 12 hour shift as 8 or 12 hours, not 8.5 or 12.5 hours.

So, I simply tracked time I was actually in the Emergency Department.

Now I’d like to say that when I hit my unofficial 1000 hour mark I was doing something exciting like working a trauma or even something routine like taking an EKG. However, the truth is, I was sitting at a desk going over some study materials. I was working what’s known as the “BB-Short Stay”. Generally when working here, there’s very little to do (I think I did 18 sets of vitals in 8 hours, and one bed change. But, that’s the nature of the job sometimes.) Fortunately, my next 4 hours of that shift was back in the main area of the Emergency Department and I was able to be more active.

That’s not to say I didn’t celebrate a bit:

Me celebrating 1000 hours with overpriced sushi

So, a final note, the reason for the 1000 hour celebration, is that a number of the schools I’m applying to require a minimum of 1000 “patient contact hours” (one only requires 500 hours and another 750 hours) and now I’ve met that! That’s why I don’t count the classroom orientation or the like because that’s technically didn’t involve any patient contact.

At this point, I can start applying, despite a few classes this semester pending final grades and for most schools, needing to take Microbiology, which I’m doing over the summer.

But this was the single biggest hurdle that I had the least control over. For classes, I could simply sign up. However for the patient contact hours, I had to first get a job, ideally in a place that gave me more contact than simply “taking a set of vitals now and then” and then gain enough hours. Officially my job is only 24 hours a week and I started in late October. Fortunately I’ve been able to pick up a lot of extra hours, hence hitting my 1000 hour mark in only 6 months. My hope of course is that my 1000+ hours of patient contact in an Emergency Department stands out compared to say someone who has only had 1000+ hours in say a medical office where they’re simply taking vitals.

So this bridge crossed!

Slowly but surely getting there.

Standard Disclaimer: nothing here represents any official policy or action of my employee Albany Medical Health Systems and I do not speak for them in any capacity or in any way.


But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
The Proclaimers

Ok, I haven’t quite walked 500 miles, though a few days it’s felt like it. But I have reached sort of a milestone. I’ve worked over 500 hours as a tech in the Emergency Department. The PA programs I’m looking at require some sort of minimum number of “patient contact hours”. One only requires 750. The primary programs I’m looking at require 1000 hours. This has been the biggest single worry I’ve had in meeting my prerequisites. While there are a number of classes I need to take (and I’m almost done with those), this is the one that would take the most amount of time and was the hardest to line up.

But here I am, at the end of January and I’ve hit the half-way mark. This means that I’ll be well on my way to hitting the 1000 hours long before applications are due. So that’s good.

But, there’s more than that. Honestly, I’m loving it. Yeah, there’s a lot not to love. There’s cleaning up after patients. There’s being stuck in a zone with very little happening. One can get tired of doing their 20th EKG of the day and 17 nasal swab. But overall, I’m really liking it. And I think I’m getting better at it. I even “gave an order to a doctor” the other week.

Ok, let me be clear. Techs really don’t “give orders” to anyone. Sure we can ask another tech for help or even ask a nurse for help. But typically we’re the one being asked to do things. And we have no medical authority to “put orders into the system.” That said, we’re often closer to the patients and what’s going on with them than the doctors. This makes sense. We see the details, they see the big picture.

In this case though, several of us, including one of the residents, were cleaning up a patient that soiled herself. As I wiped, I noted she was raw and said she couldn’t feel when she was urinating, which meant she’d wet herself again without warning. This would only make things worse for her. When we were done, I turned to the resident and said, “I think you need to put in an order for a Foley (catheter).”

“Oh, you think so?”

“Yes, she can’t tell when she needs to urinate and ends up urinating without warning which ends up getting her skin irritated.”


Sure enough about 30 minutes later a nurse was putting in a Foley.

I’ve said we often do the scut work. Which is true, and a few people have thought that I was saying that as a complaint. It’s not. It’s an observation. We’re doing the little stuff that needs to be done that the nurses and doctors don’t have time to do or often won’t notice. That said, actually they often do notice. A nurse will go in to do something and see the well stocked IV cart and thank one of us. Or they’ll ask for something and we’ll already have it in our hand, knowing they’ll need it. Again we’re thanked.

Last night for example, I spent probably close to two hours restocking IV cabinets. I’m not sure the last time that day they had been restocked, but some were pretty barren. When I was done, it felt good knowing that the next time a nurse went into the room to start an IV or do some other procedure, they’d have the tools they needed right there.

Then of course, there’s the big stuff. Helping out with a stroke page or a “leveled” trauma. This is where the experience comes in and I’m definitely 500 hours more experienced than I was just over three months ago. I still don’t have my “red badge” so I can work trauma’s on my own, but I’m getting the experience. And it feels good.

All this is a means to an end, getting the required hours to apply to PA school. But it’s also been great. I’m very grateful I’m getting the experience in an ED where my day can vary from restocking carts to handling not one, but two trauma patients in the same evening. And that was just one shift. In other shifts I’ve helped with multiple traumas.

Hopefully not just the quantity of hours, but the quality of the work will help my application. But no matter what, I’m still enjoy it.

Disclaimer: my works do not in any way reflect my Standard Disclaimer: my writings do not reflect the views of my employer, the Albany Medical Health System. In addition, any errors in the above descriptions are my own and nothing here should be taken as medical expertise or advice.

“Ok, Push the Roc…”

This isn’t a story about Sisyphus, but rather something very different.

There’s a saying in the EMS field that “Air goes in and out, blood goes round and round, any variation on this is bad.” It really reduces medicine to a very critical base level. If those things aren’t happening, your patient is in very bad shape. They may have broken bones, be in acid ketosis or have a variety of other major medical issues, but if they’re not breathing or don’t have a pulse, none of that matters. I’ve mentioned CPR previously and plan on writing a longer post on it in the near future (especially in light of Damar Hamlin’s collapse on the field). But today I want to talk about something that can only be done by experts and that’s intubation.

Before starting as a tech, I was aware of the general concept of intubating a patient, but had never seen it done, let alone assisted in any way. At a VERY general level, a patient is sedated and essentially paralyzed while a tube is inserted through their mouth and into their trachea. Once this is done, the patient is either ventilated by a machine or by the use of a bag-valve mask (BVM).

A patient may be ventilated for a variety of reasons, for example, they may be unable to maintain a patent (open) airway and the ability to breath on their own, or in a very recent case, the doctors made a decision to sedate a patient who was moving too much to be placed in the CT scanner. Given his risk factors, this meant that he’d probably lose his ability to maintain his own airway, so he was intubated as a precautionary measure.

I mention all this because there’s something important to to understand. Once a patient is intubated, basically the medical folks are breathing for them. The first few times I watched or assisted, this fact didn’t really register with me. Since then I’ve come to realize how important of a factor this is. In the recent case, the decision wasn’t made lightly. The patient actually was breathing fine, but the doctors couldn’t evaluate for other, possibly life threatening, injuries until he had been scanned. So they made the decision to basically take away his own ability to breath for a short period of time. That’s a pretty heady decision.

Roc is short for rocuronium, one of the common drugs used to help temporarily paralyze the patient. Its name sticks out in my head. There’s generally at least one or two other drugs all administered in a very short sequence (basically to relax the patient and then inhibit things like the gag reflex) period of time, generally under a minute and then the doctor has less than a minute to get the tube in. Once the tube is in, then either a BVM is temporarily attached to the tube, or a ventilator is attached immediately. In either case, we’re now breathing for the patient.

As a tech, obviously I’m not the one pushing the drugs or inserting the tube (I’ll get to that in PA School) but I’m often involved with squeezing and releasing the BVM to provide airflow. I also get to watch all this.

As for the actual placement of the tube, it’s definitely an acquired skill. Since Albany Medical Center is a teaching hospital, often it’ll be a resident or similar attempting it the first time around. Only once have I seen a failure (which was very quickly followed up by a success by a more experienced provider). Even this part is fascinating since they will use a tool known as a Glidescope. This is essentially a curved plastic piece with an LED light and camera at one end. This goes in first to help restrain the tongue and epiglottis. The image is displayed on an LCD monitor. Once it’s in place the actual tube is inserted. All this can be watched if you’re standing in the right place (which often I am.) I have to say it’s rather amazing to see all this. And to watch an experienced provider do a tube is amazing. They do it so quickly.

In any event, I have to say, it’s pretty amazing to watch as the providers take over the “air goes in and out” part.

In a future post I’ll cover the “blood goes around and round” part, which is something any of my readers can (and should) learn how to do anywhere they see someone in cardiac arrest.

Standard Disclaimer: my writings do not reflect the views of my employer, the Albany Medical Health System. In addition, any errors in the above descriptions are my own and nothing here should be taken as medical expertise or advice.

Freedom House

A little over two weeks ago I was leaving the ED after a 12 hour shift. It had been a particularly grueling one. The drive home is often a time I’ll put on the radio for background noise and get lost in my thoughts. This drive started the same way but very quickly I started to listen more intently. I had heard the words Freedom House.

Now as some of my friends, and perhaps some of my readers know, I’ve had a keen interest in the history of paramedicine. I had watched Emergency! growing up and loved it. It wasn’t until years later I started to learn some of the history of it and how it mirrored the development of paramedicine in general. Later I learned of what’s know as “The White Paper“. This was a landmark 1967 report that among other things concluded a soldier in Vietnam who was shot was more likely to survive than someone shot in a city inside the United State.

Back then the idea of an ambulance was often the local police, or even the undertaker, simply transporting the patients to the hospital as fast as they can. (An undertaker may seem like a strange choice until you realize they had vehicles designed to onload and unload people in horizontal positions, such as tied to a stretcher.). Actual treatment until hospital arrival was often a quickly tied bandage at best. If the patient was lucky someone on the ambulance might have had a first aid course, but that was it. There were no standards and a definite lack of equipment. Beyond that, it was a matter of how fast they could get the patient to the hospital. And to say that what little quality in service did exist was very likely based on the area of the city lived in would be an understatement.

This was the state of emergency medicine on the streets in most places until an interesting confluence of events in 1967 happened in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania.

There a doctor, Dr. Peter Safar, the father of CPR, Phil Hallen, the head of The Falk Fund, which among its goals had one to create employment opportunities for African-Americans in Pittsburgh, and Jim McCoy, the head of Freedom House, a grass roots organization in the Hill District that among other things delivered food to locals, were all in the right place and the right time. Initially Hallen approached McCoy with the idea of a basic ambulance service similar to what was in existence elsewhere at the time, but this one run and controlled entirely by folks from the neighborhood. Basically an African-American run ambulance service for African-Americans. But, when they collaborated with Dr. Safar he had far bigger plans. Combined with a grant from the DOT of all places (because of their interest in reducing deaths due to highway accidents) they started with two ambulances and a 300 hour training program. Thus began Freedom House Ambulance Service, the first real modern paramedic program in the United States.

I had known they were “among the first” I didn’t realize they basically were the first. And I didn’t realize in how many ways they were first. Dr. Safar literally designed the first modern ambulances as a current EMT/Paramedic would recognize them and created the first training program. And these men (the first few trainees were all men) were the first paramedics.

The NPR radio program I was listening to was an interview with Kevin Hazzard who was talking about his book, American Sirens. I knew I had to order the book as soon as I got home. In fact, I ordered two copies, one for myself and one for a close friend who is a paramedic. I started reading it as soon as I got a copy.

The focus of the book is on several of the key players, the ones mentioned above as well as Paramedic John Moon who started in the program after a few years and survived the end of the program and Dr. Nancy Caroline, who literally wrote the textbook on paramedic training: Emergency Care in the Streets.

American Sirens is well written and easily accessible by anyone. You don’t need a medical background to appreciate it. It also answered a question I had had about Freedom House since I had heard about it; namely what happened to it?

I’d love to say it was still around and thriving and that it had a strong name recognition among modern paramedics and EMTs. Sadly that’s not the case. From its start it faced opposition from the local police and politicians. In 1975 it was facing a complete shutdown due to underfunding when Dr. Safar convinced the mayor to fund it one more year and brought in Dr. Caroline. But the writing was on the wall. Within the year, it was replaced by a city-run, city-wide ambulance service staffed almost exclusively by white paramedics, all who had far less experience than the Freedom House Ambulance Service paramedics and who had taken classes developed by Drs. Safar and Caroline. Dr. Caroline was initially brought over as Medical Director with the understanding that all Freedom House paramedics would be brought over and given jobs. And initially they were, but very quickly racism raised its ugly head and they literally were often left holding the bags while their much less experienced team members took over.

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, in 1972, Jack Webb (also of Adam-12 and Dragnet history) had created the show Emergency! which was a fairly fictionalized, but also fairly accurate, portrayal of the development of the EMS/paramedic program in Los Angeles. One can’t underestimate the impact this show had on popularizing EMS in America. I know a number of folks who got into paramedicine because they watched this show. It deservedly has a place in the history of EMS in the US. However it’s just one part of the history. Sadly a key part literally has been white-washed. As of the late 90s, 98% of the paramedics in Pittsburgh were white.

I wrote a few days ago that I wanted to read more this year. Well this book is the first.

For anyone interested in a more complete understanding of the history of paramedicine in the United States, including the racism if faced, I highly recommend this book.

2023 A Year in Preview

Another quick post because another day where I have to be in the ED acting as a tech.

As I mentioned yesterday, I need a minimum of 1000 hours of patient contact time to apply to most of the PA schools I want to apply to. I’m literally hours short of 1/3rd of that. I’ll pass the 1/3rd mark today. This is just over 2 months. I’m confident I’ll make the deadline and add many hours to spare.

  • So that’s goal 1. Getting enough patient contact hours to apply to PA school. I’m well on my way!
  • Next, is finish my academic prereqs. I had to add a class to my list. I had taken Microbiology as an elective for my undergrad. In fact, it was my final exam of my undergrad career. However, to save money (since I was paying for this class out of pocket) I elected not to pay for the lab. Well, the professor made it clear he expected us to show up for lab anyway. So, I’ve done Microbiology, including the lab, but the transcript doesn’t show the lab portion and I need that. So I’ll retake micro. I’m OK with that. It was a fun class after all.
  • I’ll definitely keep working on my TOTS class I want to present at the NCRC. We’ll see how that goes.
  • Continue Blogging: I’ll continue my switchover from a focus on SQL and IT related posts to PA/ED Tech type posts.
  • Biking: We’ll see how my schedule works. Perhaps only 600 miles this year, not 700 as a goal. Ironically, one benefit I get at work is a secure bike storage area. Sadly, my shifts end at 11:30 PM so I don’t think I’ll be biking home much, so it means I won’t be biking to work much!
  • Hiking: Since my schedule is every other weekend on, it also means every other weekend off. I hope to squeeze in some hiking.
  • In fact: I expect to slowly wind down my IT work over the coming year so I can focus on applying to PA School and focus on other skills. Honestly, two big reasons I’m continuing my IT work is that it pays much better which helps since I’ll need the money for PA school and other expenses over the next few years (goal is to avoid as much debt as possible) and also because I do have some commitments to existing customers I want to fulfill.
  • Read more: I’ve found myself for a variety of reasons reading less in the past two years than I’d like. So I resolve to get books off my reading list. Right now I’m reading American Sirens, which is basically a history of how the paramedic service started in the US. I highly recommend it.
  • Speak at least once in the coming year. I’ve got a great talk in mind. But I won’t drop hints just yet.
  • Get Accepted into PA school. This of course is the big one. It’s what I’ve been working towards for the past 12 months. I’m confident that with my background and the experience I’m gaining I’ll get in someplace. It’s just a matter of where and what if any aid they’ll add.
  • See friends: Again, with that every other weekend off, I’m hoping to travel to see more friends. (That said, my schedule currently has me working every Friday, which I’m hoping to change so I can ensure a 3 day weekend.)
  • Get our new septic system in. Yeah, I didn’t mention it before, but the old one has basically failed (though not horribly so) so it’s time.

Finally, I realized I should have done this yesterday, but I want to thank EVERYONE who has given me encouragement and support in the past year. It’s meant a LOT. From blood family, to #SQLFamily, and NCRC family and others, I’ve had more than a fair share of folks say they believe in me and support me. It’s given me a lot of confidence. Thank you.

And with that, now time to shower, get into my scrubs and head back into the mix.


My life lately has been dominated by numbers. There are good numbers. There are bad numbers. There are less than ideal numbers and there are holy-shit numbers.

It may seem crass at times to reduce a patient to their numbers, but there’s a certain effectiveness to it.

First, there’s their medical record number. I honestly don’t care about this other than the fact that for parts of my job (such as recording an EKG) they need to have a bracelet on them with their name and medical record number on it. I’d call this a neutral number.

Then there’s a number like 130/80 for a blood pressure. Generally this is a good number. But context can matter. Was it 180/120 a few minutes ago and is continuing to drop? If the next reading is similar, great. If the next number is 100/60, the nurses and doctors are going to start to get a bit concerned. If it was 100/60 before and now has risen to this and stays here, they’ll relax.

Even a number like 170/120 might not elicit much concern if the patient is otherwise stable. Yes, your cardiologist might be concerned long-term, but for short-term if it’s stable, the nurse will consult with the doctor, but won’t be rushing around too much.

60 is another number. Are we talking pulse or blood sugar or respirations? In the first case, that’s a pretty good number. In the second, it’s a bad number and again will get folks moving a bit. In the final case, that’s a very bad number!

346 is another number. If it’s a blood sugar, then we’re starting to talk holy-shit (to the point where the hand-held monitor I use to measure it will require an extra notation in the recording.)

When I was learning my wilderness medicine and later started teaching it, I developed the idea of what I call “Sesame Street Medicine”. This was not a knock at all at what we were doing but more on an approach to take. There’s a lot to be learned from “One thing is not like the others”, just like in Sesame Street.

In the cases here, other than blood sugar, which I suspect most of my readers have never looked at theirs, one can often rely on their own experience to get somewhat of an idea of whether a number is good or bad. This can be a useful guideline when looking at numbers. Consider your own numbers. Consider numbers you’ve heard from friends. Now compare.

Now, obviously a trained medical person can definitely glean a lot more information from the numbers than a layperson can, but that doesn’t mean as a lay person you can’t look at some of the numbers and start to think, “that seems less than ideal.”

But yes, in the end, we look at numbers. A lot. In context they can have a lot of meaning. So no one wants to reduce a patient to only their numbers, but numbers can be a good start.

Death Does Not Take a Holiday

Content warning: death and depression follows. But also hope and happiness.

Disclaimer: Events are also a bit fictionalized in time and details

Yesterday I felt a man’s life leave his body.

Today, I felt the life course through a man’s veins, a man who had been dead moments before.

One dead. One alive.

I know my time in the field has been short, but I don’t think I’ll ever fully appreciate the difference.

One dead. One alive.

In another room a woman dies while her family still is on their way. Too late to say their goodbyes.

In another room a man comes in on the worst day of this life, but leaves alive.

One dead. One alive.

Later a man, who had wished for death, comes in and now fights the nurses trying to keep him alive because he fears they’re there to kill him. He survives to fight another day.

One alive.

In one of my favorite episodes of M*A*S*H, Hunnicutt, Hawkeye, and Houlihan fight to keep an injured soldier alive at least long enough so they can record his death on the day after Christmas, rather than Christmas Day itself so the soldier’s children don’t have to think of Christmas Day their father died. In the end, they can’t do it and end up falsifying the records in order to cheat death.

Despite the title of the episode being “Death Takes a Holiday”, the truth is, death never takes a holiday.

In my very short time working in the Emergency Department I’ve seen people die and I’ve seen people live.

But this shift, the eve of Christmas Eve has been especially poignant and has hit me a bit harder than other shifts. The death of a loved one, especially an unexpected death can be hard. I think so doubly so during the holidays.

But also, as I said above, I saw a man who was dead come back to life again because of the efforts of all those around him, complete strangers doing their best to give death a holiday. This time the succeeded.

Today and tomorrow, I’ll be giving my family an extra hug. I hope you can too.

Disclaimer: my views do not represent my employer: Albany Medical Health Systems or Albany Medical Center.

A Typical Day in the ED

Ok, let’s start with the most important thing. There is no ‘typical day’.

There are certain tasks that are typically done every day, but every day is unique. This really struck home over the weekend where I ended up working 4-12 hour shifts over 4 days.

Day 1 doesn’t really stand out in my mind. I started in C-zone (where things are relatively quiet) and acutally had time to take some notes and work on some other items. I was eventually moved to B-zone for the final 8 hours. Here I was definitely busier.

Day 2 was both easy and hard. It was easy because my tasks were fairly well defined. It was hard because it’s both physically demanding as well as requiring one to juggle a lot of requests all going on at once.

I was tasked with “55 Phone”. This means I have to carry a phone (you can guess the last two digits of the phone number) and my job is to transport patients to/from various parts of the hospital. For example, it may be taking a patient from an ED room to the CT scanner (a short trip) or to MRI about 1/5 of a mile round trip. Or, for the first time for me, take someone to Nuclear Medicine, which is about as far away as one can get in the hospital without going outside. That trip is about 1/3rd of a mile round trip (and I did it twice, once to drop them off and once to later pick them up.)

I’m one of the strange techs who actually doesn’t overly mind doing 55 Phone. I did it for my entire 12 hour shift (which is really uncommon, most techs will do it for 8 hours or less). First 4 hours however was slow and I had a lot of fellow techs offering to help. But there weren’t many requests to move folks. Then the second 4, there were fewer techs on duty and the number of requests started to back up. Inevitably the phone won’t ring until you’re half-way down the main hallway with a patient. Now you’re trying to move the patient while answering the phone and then writing down whatever the request is (one of the top rules, write everything down, you’ll forget otherwise!). Sometimes while you’re on the phone another call will come in! So there was about a 1 hour period where I simply couldn’t catch up and I had no available help. Then my third 4 hour stretch started and I noticed things started to improve. Well unbeknownst to me, a “transporter” had arrived on his shift. Their job is to help transport patients. While in general we appreciate the transporters, this guy really works at it. He had already done three ‘upgrades’ (moving a patient from the ED up to their room elsewhere in the hospital) before I even knew he was there. So the final 4 hours was relatively easy.

Day 3 I started in B-zone for the first 4 hour. At the start of the 5th hour, one of my fellow techs who I started with orientation with (we did our classroom work together, so I got to know him then) and who is, mostly due to scheduling, technically still on orientation was assigned 55 Phone. So I was asked to sort of shadow/back him up. After the first hour it was obvious he had the hang of it, so we basically would tag-team each other. I ended up putting another 8 hours in for 55 Phone. So in two days I had down 20 hours of 55 Phone! I certainly burned my calories those days. This day we had 12 techs on duty for a period. (Ideal staffing is 11, we rarely if ever actually achieve that!)

Day 4 was the most atypical. I started in A-zone backing up another tech. A-zone as I’ve mentioned is where the traumas come on. This means that at least one “red-badged” tech has to be on duty. Red-badged techs have gone through training and been checked off to help on traumas. I’m not one yet (though went through the training yesterday and have just a few things to check off on to get tehre). Sure enough we had two patients come into the trauma bays. Since they weren’t technically Level 1 or Level 2 traumas, I was doing a lot with them. But the work was relatively easy and at one point consisted entirely of simply sitting with one of the patients, talking. Finally I got swapped into B-zone so the red-badged tech there could take over for the one going off-duty in A-zone. Unlike the previous day where we had plenty of techs, now we were down to 4 for most of the day. I was at this point the only tech in B-zone. I had literally just logged into my workstation to see what needed to be done when I got called into 3 “Code Browns”, one after another. For the day I ended up at total of 5 or 6 (I literally lost track) and helped nurses with two Foley catheter placements. Note that prior to then if I had done a single code brown a week, that was busy and I’ve only helped with a total of two Foley catheter placements up to that point. So to say that Sunday was unusual would be an understatement. It was literally 4 plus hours into my stint in B-zone before I was able to sit down at my workstation and see what other stuff had to be done.

Most of the rest of the shift was relatively “normal”, or as normal as anything can be. That said, shortly before I left, the attending asked me to help transport a pregnant woman up to Labor and Delivery with the L&D nurse. Typically this would be a 55 job (see above) but 55 was busy and they really wanted to get her up there right away. It was, thankfully uneventful and even in a sense sort of an uplifting way to end the day that way.

Oh did I mentioned 4 12s in a row? Well on Day 5 I went in for Red Badge training and since I was there, figured I’d pick up another 4 hour shift from 3:00 PM – 7:00 PM. This was again in the A-zone. For the first 2 hours there was literally nothing to do. Then the last 2 hours was extremely busy taking in patients, doing EKGs and more. In fact about 5 minutes before I was ready to check out, I saw that the patient in the hallway I had just done a repeat EKG on and that the attending had remarked the EKG looked unusual had been moved into a room where he could be better monitored, so of course I went in and helped the nurse get him setup in there.

So, there you have it, 5 shifts in the ED, all very different from each other. So no, no typical day.

Closing Out the Semester

Editors note: I had planned on posting this last week, but realized 1/2 the class had not yet taken the lab. I hope by now they have. So all times are relative to last week, not this week.

Technically I’m a week or two early depending on how one counts, but I consider this close enough. Final exams are next week, so I’m not technically done until after Wednesday next week. In the meantime I have the following: yesterday an A&P practical (more on that in a minute), a Bio II Unit 4 exam tomorrow, an A&P Unit 4 exam on Friday, and then next week, both on Wednesday, an exam in each. And this coming weekend I have at least one 12 hour shift, probably two. And in a few hours, I start a 12 hour shift. So this should be an interesting week.

It started with the A&P II practical yesterday. Our practicals are, in my mind, fairly simple. The professor lays out models or pictures on the lab benches, labels 40 parts, and then we enter, pick up a keyword sheet and an answer sheet and fill in the blanks. The focus is knowing the parts of the body and where they are, not necessarily on spelling. Occasionally it can get tricky. Last semester for example while I had focused on pictures showing the muscles of the upper leg, the practical used a model and as a result of where the leg model ended, trying to pick out the pectineus was harder to do than expected. At one point I was holding up two different labeled models doing a “compare and contrast” of labeled muscles to figure it out by the process of elimination. It ultimately worked. (for those who are more curious, because the model didn’t show the origin of the pectineus and the insertion is under other muscles, all I had to go on was a small fan-like piece of it showing at the top of the model.)

Yesterday though was a bit different. We were supposed to cover the urinary system and reproductive system. Honestly, I thought it was pretty easy to study for. But when I walked in, two of the labels confused me. Internally to the kidney are structures known as the minor and major calyxes. Basically minor calyxes drain into major ones. So I’m standing there looking at label number 36 which has two lines on it. I can’t quite tell, but it appears to me that they’re pointing to the minor calyxes. So I put that on the answer sheet.

Then I get to label number 17 (because there are 10 stations and multiple students, you don’t necessarily encounter the labels in order). It’s sitting on top of what appears to be a minor calyx. Now, I know the professor well enough to know he’s not one to try trick questions like having the same body part appear twice on the practical. So I’m stuck. At times like this often I’ll pick up the model and walk over to him to ask. But I didn’t want to pick up two different models and bring them over. For one it would have been a bit unwieldy and for another, it would deprive other students of two stations to work at.

So I tried to reason it out. I figured since station 36 had lines pointing to the minor calyxes, that station 17 must be a major calyx, even though it really looked like it was sitting on top of a minor one.

Anyway, I finished, confident about my answers except those two. I waited outside the classroom to talk to a couple of my other classmates. At least one other admitted the same confusion. This actually made me feel better, that I wasn’t completely confused or misunderstanding the labelling. As we waited for our final classmate to finish up, the professor popped his head out the door. So I asked him which was which. I was impatient. I didn’t want to wait until he corrected them. “Well, the lines on 36 show the flow into the major calyx, so that’s the major one and 17 is the minor.” When I explained my confusion he had a stricken look on his face, went back into the lab and peered at station 36. I saw him quickly pull out his sharpie and update the label. He then came back out, “You’re right, I didn’t actually show the direction and I can see how it would be confusing. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you all get credit for it.” The other class section has their practical on Thursday, so with the updated labels, I think they’ll do fine.

But now I wish I had asked while taking the practical itself. It might have solved the confusion earlier.

An addendum, turns out by the time he corrected the practical he had forgotten to credit us and I had to go in and get my grade updated.

Another Day in the ED

In about two hours I’ll be setting off for the Emergency Department. When I prepared for my first shift well over a month ago now (it seems like a lifetime) I was nervous, but I made it through it and ended up feeling fairly confident in short order. Today I face another first. It’ll be my first shift on the Pediatrics side of the Emergency Department. (if you want to be hip on the slang, we all just calls it Peds, but pronounced peeds). There’s a door between the two sides and over it, it says, “Two Departments, One Team” but the truth is, generally, at least for the Techs one pretty much spends their time on one side of that door or the other. For example, all the techs I’ve worked with so far on the adult side haven’t spent much time on the peds side (and probably not since their orientation) and the few techs from the peds side I’ve met have been in very brief encounters. But, as the sign says, in theory it’s really one team, so I need to be oriented on both sides of the door.

So today and Saturday are my two shifts in peds. I’m looking forward to it, but as I noted above, I’m definitely nervous. I’m not entirely sure why. Yes, there are differences, but at the end of the day, the work is going to be similar.

So, in 14 hours I’ll have my first shift done and be that much closer to having my orientation done. I can’t wait. Even if I am nervous.