I just realized that as of next month, I will have been a medic for one year. It’s been a hell of a ride. There’s been some first for me in this year too. A lot of them actually.
I got my first write-up in regards to patient care. And it was for doing the RIGHT THING BY MY PATIENT! I had a distal shaft femur fx, gave him narcotics (50mcg fent, 10mg MS) and it still wasn’t helping. Talked to a doc and got orders for 2mg of valium for muscle spasms around the fx (I was actually worried about the bone shards cutting an artery). Gave the 2mg Valium and low and behold it helped out a lot. Got written up for it.
Ran my first vent and multiple drip CCT style transfer two weeks after I became a medic. Transfer from a small rural facility to the state lvl 1 trauma. A vented patient on Levophed and Dobutamine drips. Talk about nerve wracking. I was so out of my league it wasn’t even funny. But it was fun! It’s what made me take my critical care class.
I worked my first code as a medic and got ROSC. I have gotten 3 NTI’s (a new record at my service). I have obtained a reputation as a good, aggressive medic. I do whatever I can to do right by my patient. I have continued to educate myself and expand my horizons in terms of where I want to go.
And on the non-medic side, I have become a published photographer. I have gotten photos published for a publicity brochure for my division of the Evil Empire.
I have worked under some damn good medics and worked with some amazing EMT partners at my 911 service, and I got to admit, I learned a lot from both sides of the fence.
In the past year everything seems like it has changed, and a lot of it has been good. Now that I’m approaching the end of my first year as a medic… I have a lot to learn still. But I have learned a lot and will continue to learn every day at work and off. It’s been a hell of a ride, but I am proud to be where I am and doing what I do. I am damned proud to be a Paramedic.