Occasionally, I will take a seat in a hospital EMS room to finish documentation, or grab a cup of coffee, whatever. Catholic Medical Center has the most awesome EMS room ever, complete with leather couches, fresh coffee, and various breakfast sundries.
I can also encounter crews from other services, and every once in a while, I run into someone I haven’t seen in a long time.
So fast-forward to this morning. Setting: Catholic Medical Center EMS room. Characters: three EMS personnel, a young paramedic, and a still young, but more seasoned-appearing EMT wearing the same uniform shirt. It was obvious they didn’t work together very much, as they didn’t have that “partner” look about them. I am also present, albeit in more of a supporting role with minimal speaking.
Enter paramedic and EMT stage right.
“That was a pretty good call.” reports paramedic.
“Meh. I’ve had better and worse. No big deal.” replies the seasoned EMT partner.
“I feel really comfortable running the bad calls, you know.”
“You know, I may have only been a paramedic for 9 months, but I had a really good instructor in school, and I had really good preceptors when I was doing third rides, and I had the best FTO this side of Giza when I got hired here, so really, it’s like I’ve been a paramedic for two or more years.”
Quizzically, I raise an eyebrow, and turn my attention away from the ESPN report on Euro 2012. “Did this guy just say that?” I ask myself.
Glancing at me with a wry smile, and obviously providing more rope for the paramedic, the seasoned paramedic asks his partner: “So how long were you an EMT before you started paramedic school?”
“Oh, I went all the way through. I didn’t stop going to school. I wanted to make sure I had the best education I could get. I wanted to go to CCEMT-P school, but they said I needed ‘experience’ first.”
“Interesting” is the EMT”s reply, giving me another slight smile and a wink.
Exit me stage left, returning the smile.
“Y’all be safe, now.”