almost end

So I only have 5 shifts left.... Yeah! This does, however, bring to light the fact that I am a terrible blogger.... I meant to be all cool and post all my stories of awesomeness and life-saving, adrenalin filled calls. Unfortunately, as I now recall, I'm super duper lazy. So I didn't. But here are some cool things I got to do while chilling here in the OKC:

• Started a zillion IVs
• Got hit on by drunk dudes
• Not fallen on a patient while transporting hot (lights and sirens) to the hospital.
• Broken a seizure with versed
• Wrastled with a postictal seizure patient
• Soft-restrained a postictal seizure patient to the cot
• Sprayed Versed up the nose of a postictal seizure patient while trying not to choke them
  
• Got hit on by old guys
• Got serenaded by an old guy
• Reversed some highs with Naloxone
• Bagged (breathed) for a patient
• Chemically assisted in intubating a patient with versed
  
• Intubated a patient who was not really breathing
• Shaved a few hairy chests to do 12-lead ECGs
• C-Collared and back-boarded a ton of patients old and young
• Seen an amputated arm
• Saw someone put their head through drywall after falling over a second story railing and not have anything wrong with them
• Seen dead people miraculously recover (only because they were just drunk and some people don't know how to properly find a pulse)
• Stopped an arterial bleed
• Cleaned vomit off of several patients (oh wait, that wasn't cool...)
• Seen someone taken down by PD
  

Now my ADD has caught up with me so the list falls short. Needless to say this has been freaking awesome. Especially the late nights with Emily and AMP giggling and pushing each others buttons.... Emily may be excited that her husband is coming to pick her up next week, but we all know she is going to miss AMP and I. They all will miss the free movies at the Bricktown Harkins I got us into (thanks to McCoy). I will miss playing Monopoly the card game and seeing ambrocis the spider on my way to work in the morning. Ok I won't really miss the spider because he is huge and freaky... and missing... hopefully he is dead and not lurking somewhere in my apartment. I won't miss our neighbors downstairs who told the office that a noise complaint filed against them had to be us above them because we just moved in when they got it even though it came from the apartment below them...
I am so excited to see Risi (my sister). She is flying out here next week to drive home with me! Yay! The separation we have endured has been acutely excruciating....
Well, I'll do another post here with some pictures I took on the ambi that I as of yet have been too lazy to upload. So look forward to that.

Oh and since I had a critic of my last post I am going to end with this disclaimer: I don't know how to spell and have atrocious grammar. If it bothers you, then you're probably going to want to skip this post. Well, this entire blog. All 3 posts.

I dreamed my whole house was clean...

So this is our apartment starting in AMP and my's bedroom. Scandalous I know...

This is my countdown wall of shifts. Emily started one and then we all had to have one. AMP's is behind the curtains in our room on the window.

This is our blacked out window. Annamarie works at night, so, obviously, she sleeps during the day. She is seriously the closest thing to a real vampire there can be. If the sun is up, she is wearing sunglasses and cringes at sunlight and is so pale, you might think she is dead. Sometimes I think I should poke her with a stick, just to make sure she's not dead on her air matress...

This is our awesome bathroom. It's very clean. Or is it.... No really, it's pretty clean except for when 0ur clothes get left in there...

This is our awesome closet/second bedroom. Seriously, it's big enough to hold a bed. AMP is contemplating moving in... I didn't realize I'm that bad of a roommate....

Actually it's like we don't have a roommate at all because we work separate shifts, so when I'm asleep, she's awake and when she's asleep, I'm awake. It's kind of awesome. Here is my TV and BP and stuff... Exciting, I know.

My bed is the cot. AMP's is the air mattress. Mine gives hers an inferiority complex.

Yes, my nightstand is a pink bin that held my stuff...

Our awesome 150 dollar couches. Yeah, our apartment actually has furniture in it. The boys has some camp chairs. and a projector. It's what they call a man cave. If it makes you a man to not eat at a table, sit on camp chairs in your own living room, and not own any real dishes... well then I'm glad I'm no man....

This starts the view from where I sit on my day off...

Our table and chairs that Elizabeth found for us. They are very nice and awesome to eat food on... which is apparently what makes me a girl.

Our Kitchen. Kind of.

Our white board from the thrift store. AMP wrote a megacode up there and stuff... yeah we pretend to study...

Elizabeth and Emily's corner of the apartment. I only venture into their bathroom when I have to use it during the day while vAMPire is sleeping in our room...

Or 15 dollar tv that I'm pretty sure was paid with in coins.

Our fire place and rhythm strip wall. Whenever we have a good, weird rhythm, we try to bring it home. the long one is mine of bigeminal PVCs. the others are abnormal twelve leads. Emily had a really good one on a pt that was a PA who asked to look at it and then said crap. You didn't have to be a cardiologist to know that he was having quite the heart attack.

This is the cot in the Ambi. The orange thing is our kit filled with meds and IV stuff and the glucometer and all that jazz. The green bag is the airway bag. The other thing is the monitor (that I end up cleaning a lot because our basic is crazy and does not.... I don't like touching it without gloves on...)

And this is me on the way to an obstetrics call super excited to deliver a baby. It came in as "MY BABY'S HEAD IS COMING OUT!" so I eagerly put on my protective goggles and put the OB kit on the cot and waited patiently to get there... As we were walking in my medic said, "I hope this isn't real and it's actually a psych call.." I told him to take it back and that he would jinx it... And the little poo nanner did! We walk into the lobby we were called to and there is a lady in a hover round surrounded by managers that is clearly NOT in labor. She proceeded to tell us that she was 9 months pregnant and that her blood type changed and that she was myriad of famous people from Britany Spears to Annie... Good psych call... Crappy OB call...
Oh well. Hopefully I'll get to deliver one....

Ok well, good night and good luck suckers. Don't die, but if you do, don't forget to call 911.

in the event of an emergency, hang up and call 911

I know there are a few of you who were wondering why I'm not at my regular haunts. Well, ok, I'm sure that none of you were, but I'm going to privilege you with that information anyway. Here is the poop, the skinny, the 411. I'm in Oklahoma City. Yes, the OKC. Why you might ask? My daring sense of adventure brought me here. Oh, and the fact that BYU-I's paramedic program has a deal here for our internship riding with the service EMSA. So every Monday through Thursday from 0530 to 1730 I am riding on the ambulance. Saving lives. Healing hurts. Kissing boo boos. I live with 3 girls all in the same boat. Annamarie Pontius, Emily Clark, and Elizabeth Summers. Emily is the only one of us poor females that is married, and sadly, he could not come with, so she is forced to move back in with a bunch of girls. She loves it I'm sure. All the other girls are on opposing schedules than mine so on my days off, they are all working. I sit in our apartment alone. A lot.... Needless to say I'm addicted to Hulu. (No seriously, I watch TV shows that I've never heard about and even ones that have subtitles.) This inspires me to share that our apartment is unfurnished and without cable/phone/internet. (but someone close to us does have internet....) We had to supply our own beds which everyone else is on air matresses. I'm on a cot with a king size memory foam topper on it topped off with two of my own memory foam toppers from my twin bed. My bed swallows you, and it is delightful. Thanks mom! We didn't live without for long. AMP (annamarie pontius) put an add up asking for anything and we now have some pretty sweet couches, a table and chairs and a pretty good sized TV (though not having cable is TORTURE).
Now onto the Ambi. My preceptor is very nice and VERY smart. He quizes me on things (often I don't understand the question so I have to give up and then he tells me the answer and I knew it, just the way he asks the question is confusing) so he makes me feel very smart... OKC is full of some really nice people, and a few crazies. I haven't had to intubate anyone yet (stick a tube in their throat and make then breath) but I have given a lot of D50 (or sugar) for low blood sugar and a lot of zofran (anti-nausea medication). People here get sick and vomit. It's gross. But it's a lot of good experience. Had a few overdoses and some car wrecks and a LOT of falls. OKC has an overabundance of sudden gravity vortexes that strike the unwitting elderly community. I have not had any dead people yet, thankfully.
My ADD is getting a hold of me so I have to throw in these points of interest before I must navigate away from this venture.
My phone committed suicide and I am without one until tomorrow. I could live without a phone, I've found, but I don't ever want to. Ever. I miss it.
Also, one of the boys whom I will not name, was found outside our complex passed out, in his medic uniform (because he had just been released from a shift) and they had to call an ambulance. They found he had low blood sugar and gave him some D50 and turned him loose. It's just kind of funny because the medics came for a medic. Ironic?
Ok, I'm bored and am moving on.... Loves!