“Ambulance Nine, respond to the grocery store at 1st
and Main. Report of a seizure.”
It was a few years ago that I was assigned to the report of
a seizure at an east-side supermarket.
Not a big deal, right? This is a
call I run several times per week. It’s
probably a seizurewithhistory. Find ‘em
postictal, transport ‘em to the hospital, and they’re waking up about the time
that we get there. No problemo. We arrived first because we responded to most
of our EMS calls without the fire department back then. (So it wasn’t so much that we arrived
first. We arrived.) Anyway, we found a store employee in the
parking lot next to the main entrance flagging us down.
“In here! He’s in here!” he said when my partner rolled down
the window.
“Right inside the door?” my partner asked.
“Yes, he’s right inside here!” the flagger responded,
breathlessly.
“Just inside?”
“Yes! Right inside here! Hurry!”
What would you bring into a call like this? Reported seizure, right inside the door, but
not in sight.
I walked into the store.
With my hands empty. Do you see
where this is going?
We followed the flagger from the entrance to the back wall
of the supermarket. Then we turned right
and walked the entire length of the store’s back wall. Then we went through a door. By this time, I was feeling rather uncomfortable. (I am not smart, so it takes a while for bad
situations to make themselves obvious to me.)
Anyway, through the door there was a long flight of stairs leading
upwards. We climbed the stairs and
walked the length of the store’s back wall again, but in the opposite direction. (Now I am definitely uncomfortable, but I
don’t see a way to correct my error.)
Finally we came to a break room where we found our patient.
Our still-actively-seizing patient. Crap.
“Go. Get. EVERYTHING!” I whispered to my partner.
Long story short, I stood around like a dickhead until my
partner got everything together and rescued me.
While I was standing around like a jerk, he called for the fire
department, figured out the best entry point to the break room, pulled the bus
around to the back of the store at a loading dock, and came back to me with the
bed, narcs, and a jump kit. The patient
seized the whole time, while I checked his pulse and explained how there
“…isn’t really anything that needs to be done.
We just need to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself, but the best thing is for
this to run its course…” to the bystanders.
Crap.
So let’s talk about what to bring into a call. In my system, there are a lot of pieces of
equipment. But unlike many fire-based
systems, there are only two of us to carry stuff into a call. And, let’s face it, we’re generally lazy. We don’t want to bring all of this crap into
every call. The choices:
- Jump kit: This carries most everything that could be needed
in the first 15 minutes of any call.
There are intubation supplies, IV supplies, cardiac arrest medications
(at least for a round or two), bandaging supplies, and such. I can muddle through anything for 10-15
minutes with a jump kit.
- Monitor: We carry LifePack 12s. Which are heavy.
- Pram: Admittedly, the bed is handy to pile crap onto. But the pram is a liability if there are very
many stairs between the ambulance and the patient.
- Portable suction
- Oxygen: Our oxygen is just a D-tank, without a supply bag. So if you bring the oxygen, you need to find
a way to bring a handful of nebs, cannulas, and non-rebreathers too.
- Drug kit: We can carry a smaller kit with multiple doses of
every medication that we carry.
- Pediatric kit: We can carry a kit with pediatric doses of
medications, pediatric IV catheter sizes, and an OB kit.
- Narcotics: Our narcs are in a separate box from the jump
kit, for security. It is normally locked
in a compartment of the ambulance.
- IO drill: We stash the IO drill in a small bag next
to the monitor. It doesn’t fit into the
jump kit.
There are probably other options, but these are the general
choices of what to carry into a call. So
what do you bring into a call?
It would be nice to be able to bring everything into every
single call. But let’s face it. That doesn’t happen. There are only two of us in my system, and we
need to strike a balance between being able to handle whatever we find and
being loaded down like a mule. (Picture
the salty old mule that belongs to an old, grey-bearded prospector with the
brim of his hat folded up in front, with boxes lashed to his bowed mule back. He is named Dagnabbit.)
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One point that needs to be made right off the bat is that
the dispatch information we receive is probably not right. We go on seizures and find cardiac
arrests. We go on down parties and find
auto-peds. We go on adults and find
little kids. We have no idea of what we
are about to get into.*
Another point is that we need to balance our equipment needs
with the need to get the ALS providers in front of the patient as quickly as
possible. Most people don’t want the most
educated and most experienced provider taking time to load equipment onto
his/her back (like a mule named Dagnabbit).
Get the ALS provider in front of the patient, with enough equipment to
do their jobs, but without taking extra time to load up with unnecessary
accoutrements. What qualifies as “enough
equipment to do their jobs?”
My equipment decisions revolve around the situation. Not the call type, not the response mode, not
the patient complaint. Like I said, I’m
not smart, so take all of this with a grain of salt.
When I can see the patient, I go to the patient. Empty handed.
Well, not quite empty handed. I
have my personal gear – stethoscope, shears, radio, that kind of stuff.
When the patient is inside a house and out of sight, I take
a jump kit. I will add the monitor when
the patient sounds like they are middle aged or above with a medical complaint.
If the call nature seems to imply cardiac arrest, or if
first responders report CPR in progress, I will grab the IO drill. I will also consider the drug kit.
When the patient is on the second floor or higher, I bring
the pram as close as I can get it. So if
I am going to apartment 201, for example, the pram is coming with me. In a lot of cases nowadays, I will grab the
pram for houses and first floor apartments, as well. Fifteen years ago, we could send the first
responders to get the wheels. Now,
though, they are sensitive to being seen as “Stretcher Fetchers” and it is
easier to just bring the bed to the front lawn, at least.
Going back to the possible equipment list, I rarely bring a
portable suction, pediatric kit, or narcs into a call. My partner has legs that probably aren’t
broken, so s/he can get the narcs if needed while I start an IV. The portable suction is brought by our first
responders, plus I hate the thing – it always clogs. Always.
Suction sucks (HA!). I find I’m
better off scooping out vomit with my fingers than trying to use the stupid
suction. Oxygen is brought by the first
responders, as well, with masks and cannulas and such. So I don’t need to bring that, in most cases. The pediatric kit is useless outside of
childbirth.
To me, the peds kit is an OB kit. That is the only component that I will need
inside a house. If I have a sick child,
it is easier to bring the kid to the bus than screw around on a living room
floor. Kids are portable. Grab them, assume the Heisman pose, and motor
out to the bus rapidly. So I will bring
the peds kit OB kit into childbirth calls, but that's about it.
I will bring what I think I will need. When I go to a clinic without first
responders on a dyspneic patient, I will bring the oxygen. If I am going on an elderly fall with hip
pain, I will probably bring a scoop for extrication. Use your head.
At the airport, things are a little different. We work at the airport alone. So I bring everything. I grab the jump kit, monitor, and oxygen on
every call. I learned this lesson in a
painful way.
It happened when I was very new at working the airport. I was sitting in the first aid room at the
airport one night, fat, dumb, and happy.
I was assigned to the report of an unconscious party. Okay. At
worst, it is probably someone who fainted.
At best it is someone napping. No
big deal, either way. I sucked hamburger
grease off my fingers, got my radio and keys, and went out to the golf cart we
use to move around the concourses. I was
not in a panicked hurry – this is a commonplace call. Dispatch informed me that an AED had been
pulled off of a nearby wall. Okay, still
not a very big deal. That’s what AEDs
are for. Then dispatch told me that they
had the scene on the security camera feed.
CPR was in progress.
I pulled up to find a man on his back, with one bystander
performing CPR and another performing mouth-to-mouth ventilations. I walked up to the patient, as is my
habit. Look above; I could see the
patient from my parking spot. What did I
bring?
That’s right.
Nothing. I asked Mr CPR to stop
CPR and checked a pulse. There was
none. I told Mr Mouth-to-mouth to go
wash his face – he was covered with the patient’s vomit from his eyebrows to
his nipple line. After confirming
pulselessness, I asked that CPR be resumed and went to get my monitor from my
golf cart. I stood up, walked to the
cart, got the monitor, walked back, and put it on the patient. I shocked him from VFib to asystole.
What’s next?
Airway. I stood up, walked to the
cart, got the jump kit with the intubation supplies, and walked back to the
patient. I put the laryngoscope blade
into the patient’s mouth and found it filled with emesis.
I stood up, walked to the cart, got the suction, and walked
back to the patient. I sucked out the
vomit and commenced to intubate the patient.
It went on like this for some time – me standing, walking to my cart,
grabbing something, and walking back.
Lesson learned. Nowadays
I load myself up as though my name is Dagnabbit when I am alone. Life is a lot harder without a partner to go
grab your stuff.
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There. That's the right kind of mule. They must be responding to an EMS call. (By Peretz Partensky, via Wikimedia Commons, with permission) |
Based on those stories, it seems like I get caught with my
pants down a lot, in an equipment sense.
That isn't the case (anymore). In
95% of calls, I can bring a monitor and the jump kit and be good to go. In 95% of those cases, I don't really need
either. But I make sure that I don't
base my future equipment choices on past equipment needs. I have realized that it is a part of my job
to bring stuff into the call – just in case – that I won’t need. That’s okay.
I’m content with that.
The last point is to use your head. If you think you will probably need
something, bring it! EMS equipment is
like a handgun – it is better to have it and not need it than it is to need it
and not have it.
*Not the fault of the call takers, by the way. They can only go off of what they are
told. What they are told is apparently
blatantly wrong, in many cases.