Shaq and I are, as we call it, just chillin’ at post, tossing a football. Our magnanimous dispatcher raises us and sends us on our way to a local dialysis clinic, for a report of a “female with chest pain.” We make our way in that direction post-haste when we get an update:
“Med two, your patient is possibly coding, per the facility” comes the message from radio, while the MDT updates with “POSS FULL ARREST/CPR IP”
We have a hard time believing this, mainly because we haven’t run a legit call in at least six weeks, but maybe today is the day.
In the end, it was partially legit. No, the patient wasn’t in cardiac arrest. Yes, CPR was being done, but the patient never lost consciousness. At least the AED was applied correctly. Except there was a nurse doing CPR while the machine said to check for a pulse. And for some reason, she kept wanting to give nitro.
Instead of having a stroke, I decided we would just move the lady to our stretcher. In the process, I figured out what happened: the patient complained of chest pain, and the ‘nurse’ administered nitroglycerin, (probably too much at once, but maybe not) then the patient’s blood pressure bottomed out and the patient had a syncopal episode, at which time the staff panicked and began running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
Admit it, it’s plausible.
As we’re walking out, we hear one of the firemen talking to the ‘nurse.’ “Thanks a bunch, y’all. You guys did a great job.”