May 19, 2012

To the OWS Protesters:

Dear OWS Protesters:

First, I want to commend you for having the guts to “take on the man.” Your voices have been heard and you’ve made your points. I say “voices” and “points” because those were many. Since you have had no unified goals or leadership it’s been difficult to tell just what you were trying to accomplish at times. Again, congratulations on having the courage to take a risk and protest.

Having said that…

You have worn out your welcome. While you’ve been touting how you’ve been keeping the parks and other such public places where you have been occupying clean, you’ve kept others from enjoying the public places you’ve taken over. Not only that but some of your brethren in other cities have taken to assaulting police officers and one of your ilk in New York assaulted a member of the NYC EMS (Social Medic covered that here). We get it: You’re angry because you spent student loan money getting a Masters degree in underwater basket weaving and now can’t find a job making $100,000 per year.

Here’s a reality check: I took out student loans to become a paramedic. I’m still paying those off and will be for at least a few more years. I also don’t make nearly $100,000 per year. I work a full time job, have a part time job and I’m also a volunteer when I have the time. Why should you get anything handed to you when you don’t seem to want to work for it? Some of you have said you want a check at a “living wage” regardless of employment status I resent that. Why should I have to work for you to sit on your tail so you can surf Twitter all day, lamenting that your latte from Starbucks was made incorrectly?

I pay for enough people who don’t need public assistance yet get it anyway as it is. Don’t add to my problems.

You say you hate big business, yet you have no problems using your iPhones, Blackberrys and Android phones to shout your views. You do realize that all of that money went to a corporation, right? Whichever cell provider whose 3G or 4G you used is also a big corporation. The fast food you ate, yes even the Starbucks? All of the money you spent goes to a corporation. All you did during these protest was line pockets of the companies you seem to despise. You know what they’re doing?

Laughing all the way to the bank.

The success or failure of your mission will be the topic of debate in the coming weeks. If my opinion matters, I say you failed, mainly from a lack of vision, leadership, unification and hypocrisy. I will be glad to see you go. Yes, you have the right to assemble. Go ahead and do it again, it’s your right. However, you don’t have the right to clog our streets and otherwise disrupt our lives. You also don’t have the right to assault police officers and paramedics.

If you really want to make a difference, make something of yourselves. Stop blaming everyone else for your bad decisions and laziness.

Religious Experiences

During my last shift, I had a first in my EMS career and one that I really hadn’t expected. My partner Mike and I were dispatched to one of the downtown churches for an unresponsive patient, unknown if patient was breathing.

As we rolled up on scene, we noticed several people out front doing the “ambulance dance” (you know, waving wildly, jumping up and down and otherwise looking like we’re all in a big game of Whack-A-Mole) and telling us to hurry. I tell Mike to go ahead and bring the stretcher in because I knew that given the setting it would likely be in our best interest to scoop and run.

As I entered the sanctuary I immediately noticed that the patient is, indeed, the pastor. I could  hardly hear myself think from all of the people shouting, praying for their beloved pastor. I tried very hard to be respectful and tactful but I had to ask the ones who were around him and praying over him to move. Thankfully they understood and cleared a path for me as Mike brought the stretcher in behind me.

It turns out the good pastor was no longer unresponsive, in fact he seemed very full of the holy ghost if you ask me!

By the time it was all said and done, the patient stated he was speaking and became weak. As he was helped to the ground he said he “went blank” for a few seconds but otherwise he was just weak. Vitals were all normal, the monitor showed sinus tach with no ecotopy  and the CBG was well within normal limits. A fluid bolus seemed to help the pastor feel better.

All the while, he was thanking God for my partner and I. In my mind I hadn’t done anything worthy of praise, unless I should receive praise for simply doing my job (and for the record, I don’t think that deserves special recognition) but he was certainly thankful. During the transport I revealed to him that I am also a Christian. This only seemed to help our relationship.

At the ER I was able to check on him after I finished my report. I was greeted by an enthusiastic “my brother!” as I entered the room and he reached out to shake my hand. Thankfully he was fine, save being about a liter low on hydration. A couple of his family members hugged me and thanked me for all of my help.

This was one of those rare good calls that reminded me of why I got into EMS.

I used the word “relationship” intentionally a couple of lines ago because that’s what we should always seek to do in my opinion. We always hear how we should treat our patient as a person but rarely do we think about creating an actual provider-patient relationship as opposed to an acquaintanceship. In my mind this is part of being a good paramedic and providing good customer service (yes, we should always strive for good customer service even in EMS, however that’s another post for another time). It was a good reminder of being a good facilitator of customer service.

By the way, thanks to everyone who has read the “Internal Battles” post where I revealed my battles with anxiety and depression. I was overwhelmed by all of the comments, emails and tweets I received about it. It’s so good to know that I’m not the only one in EMS who has ever had to face this. It’s always nice to be reminded that I’m not alone.

It turns out that none of us are. Ever.