HIPAA DISCLAIMER

HIPAA DISCLAIMER

Writings in this space are purely fictional and have no resemblance to real patients or their families.There is no hospital such as the one talked about, it's a combination off all the hospitals I've worked in. The scenarios described are all made up from TV shows like House and Dr. Gee. Most of the scenarios described are are from dreams that I had the night before and then embellished upon. If you think that you know me, you probably don't because I'm not a real nurse, I only play one in the schizophrenic delusions that I'm being medicated for. I don't work in a hospital and never have, regardless of what else it says on this blog full of bald-faced lies.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Doctor Medic


I'm sure all ED's have one of these, the paramedic who thinks he is a doctor. Thinks he is the team leader in a critical situation because he works at the big house downtown and flies on the helicopter and shit.

Case in point: We get a full code from the jail, found down and non-responsive. Even thought the auto pulse is on, he's in ankle cuffs and one arm is cuffed. I walked in to help because my rooms were full of boring crap and I like to look at young, buff cop types. Yep, breaks up the day.

In comes the sweet doctor with 5 kids who looks 16. She's so way over the top cool, I could only hope to be her. Right away Dr. Medic starts telling her we gotta get this King tube out, we gotta get an EJ line going, directs a younger less experienced nurse to pull up some Epi (given 1 min prior while unloading) and generally just turns the room into chaos. I left the room to sit at the desk and watch the very fine behinds of the cops at this point.

Dude ending up being a huge head bleed and the king tube was the least of his problems.

Another day, family pulls up to triage with a lady in the car who they say isn't breathing right. Um, no she is in full arrest. We pull her out, toss her onto a stretcher and tube her right there. CPR continues off and on for a while, getting a pulse back at times. Super Dr. Medic keeps checking in the room to see if I have my drips maxed out. Ummhmm. Big Doctor B comes in and says lets just try some Vasopressin. Granted, the codes been off and on for 30 minutes. Whatever. It's almost time for me to leave and whatever gets me though to 7P with an alive patient is good for me. But oh no! Dr. Medic starts in with Big Dr. B on protocols and what the studies have shown on giving Vasopressin this late in the game. Oops, too late, I already had slammed it in. Big Dr. B is super passive-aggressive and just kept nodding at Dr. Medic. All was good, I left the place not having to deal with the princess on the night shift who wants it all wrapped up with a bow for her.

I wouldn't care all so much if Dr. Medic would just do the skut work once in a while. You know, like do an EKG for me, put the IV in and take the patient to CT on a monitor. It would also be nice if he'd shut his pie hole about how great he is and how many lives he saved being so wonderful and all.

5 comments:

rnraquel said...

I think we may have worked in the same ER. I know a Dr. Medic. I can picture his face right now talking about how he always knows just when and how to cardiovert in the field and cracking jokes about checking for priapisms.

girlvet said...

Why is it that after working in the ER for a few years, EMTs think they kow more than nurses?

EDNurseasauras said...

Yeah, we had our own version of Dr. Medic. Until he almost killed someone. Amazing how humbling an experience like that can be.

Scrubs said...

I bet almost every hospital has a non-nurse who thinks they should be wearing scrubs. Thanks for sharing!

CNA Training said...

Hey Dr. Medic!!
I like your blog very much. It's so entertaining and had some knowledge stuffs. Bookmarked your Blog.