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  1. Did it rain bleach? Radioactive Isotopes? No? Then no, your clearly fake story, isn't possible.
  2. Hey everyone, Wednesday, Dec. 2, 2009 has been declared Global Negative Bacon Day! Use all your negative reputation points on Kev's posts!

  3. Even though I have what I consider "an account in good standing" - I've never made any posts.. Now, I can't post at all. Nothing Says moderation queue

  4. Even though I have what I consider "an account in good standing" - I've never made any posts.. Now, I can't post at all. Nothing Says moderation queue

  5. Even though I have what I consider "an account in good standing" - I've never made any posts.. Now, I can't post at all. Nothing Says moderation queue

  6. I've been unfortunate to have someone close to me commit suicide, and another attempt. One that I lost was my father, and the attempt, I caught in the act and was able to revive and she survived. I asked her, and told her that we'd never speak of it again; and to this day we haven't. --- Why?". The answer was short, but said a lot; "I was lost, I didn't know who to go to, what to do. I don't know why, but it was the only answer I could find. (Suicide) The trials of life can really suck for those left behind. It's certainly true. Those in EMS that deal with suicide on a professional level, and make comments like you, I understand that you feel that way. To each their own view on life. It's important that we live and do our part, as citizens of the human race. Some people don't wait till their body dies, some people decide that it's time to end their life, whether or not the person we know is making that decision, or a person they have become because of pain, mental or physical. What is done, is done. The person is gone, their body is buried. If we're lucky, it won't affect us tomorrow, or next week. But it's important that we take the time to give attention to the needs of the family. It's not about what the person did, or why they did it. That doesn't matter to us, it may matter to the family, but it's not our job to judge what has happened. In the end, it's about the people who the death has affected. It's still a life, that served a purpose, and the only thing left to do is guide those left behind.
  7. Immaterial. Poison Control says the patient will survive.
  8. I'm hiding behind a user name. I'm not an open person. I've been doing this for a while now, not that I've seen, done or know it all. But I've been around the block more than once. I'm just going to get right down to it. Recently, a lot of the patients I've treated over the years, have been dying. Not from my care, that is, but from age and illness. I noticed that I've been deeply affected by some of their deaths. Not that I'm afflicted by it, but it gets more and more difficult. The fatal flaw, I've always thought, that we've been given as small town EMS providers was that a high percentage of our patients, we know personally. I've treated my family, my parents, aunts, cousins, good friends, neighbors and elders that I've known all my life. This happens on almost a daily basis, there are very few calls, where I don't know the patient by name. Sure, I've been told it's comforting, having familiar faces show up in a time of crisis. It's not comforting to me. I hear the tones, and then the name, and the problem. and the worse it is, the better I know them, the more it takes out of me. This all came about a few days ago, when I began to feel what I self diagnose as the symptoms of an ulcer. I'm not one to focus on myself, and I hate doctors - for personal use anyway. Ha ha. Anyhow, first a regular patient, always in terrible pain, and nothing was ever able to be done to comfort her. The last time I took her, I held her hand the whole way, and talked to her, and she thanked me for helping her forget her pain for a while. Then, I seen she died. Then another patient, always greatful, someone I knew my whole life, dead. Then another, my first best friend as a child, had cancer, dead. Then two more, one in such a tragic manner. Conflicts, personal and in the field are bouncing around. I love it so much, I love to do what I can for people, whether by medical care, or something that I can give personally, a little bit of myself. I find that I give, but I don't put it back, I bottle it up, and take the next call, and the next. Giving what I can to try to help with pain, physical or mental, whether it's touch, listening or a pep talk to try and get into the field of trust for someone that's troubled and just needs some help. I was taught by some sincerely old school guys, both how to be a good, modern EMT; but to give the qualities that the service was built upon so long ago. Compassion, care, professionalism, time, personality, etc. I was taught to not just give aid, but to give each person a little bit of myself, to add some personal touch to the care I render, to make our care more affective. I find that the patients feel more comfortable, and calm down more, with me, than some of the other personnel. I take it very personally, and I'm a sore loser. That's my fatal flaw. Well, I just felt like spilling something out, maybe I'd feel less tense.
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