At least it's not broken.

Ah, Thursday. I get my Girl Scout Cookies today. I can't resist Girl Scout Cookies, the Thin Mints especially. It feels like Saturday, even though my week was insanely short (I love the fact that I don't have school Thursdays and Friday's this semester, though I really need to be more disciplined about using my time wisely.)

My ambulance operations class on Tuesday went well. I didn't kill anyone (unlike last week, when I killed my manikin dead-dead-dead and would have shocked myself if I hadn't been using a trainer AED. "Clear" means clear of the cot as well, just FYI). In fact, my team was the only one to not kill our 16 month old anaphylaxis patient (what can I say, I'm terrified of anaphylaxis and I epi the tar out of it). I even led our team for an abdo pain, though I need to work on radio communications. Next time, I'll delegate it (not).

Gym however was painful, and after my Ops class ended (10 PM) my buddy and fellow EMT decided to take me to the ER. I didn't argue much.

We went out to dinner immediately after class as we were both starving and he made a comment that I was -still- limping. My reply was along the lines of "Yeah, my foot hurts. Something cracked in gym earlier." So, of course, he says let's see it. I mutter about the idea of taking my boot off at the restaurant but we're both too curious so...off it comes.

As I suspected, it was quite swollen (medial part of my arch), with the veins standing out nicely (my buddy commented on it) and bruised. We debated it back and forth for a bit, then I decided not to argue over much about seeing a real doc with letters after his name. I didn't want to drive though, since braking made me want to scream, so my buddy took me.

The official word was nothing is broken. I was vastly relieved, because I -CAN'T- miss classes. My entire income is based around school (grants, student loans and my VA stipend) so I'm really glad it isn't broken.

My only complaint is about the attitude of the nurse at the VA. Yes, I'm an EMT- that doesn't mean I can diagnose a broken bone, but it does mean I can and will work with severe pain until it is a reasonable time for me to see a doctor. Yes, I know to ice things, but when you have nearly 14hrs with only minimal breaks and the 'school nurse' closes at four, there's no where to get ice between school and the ER. And just FYI, I HATE going to the ER as a patient. I've only done it three times in the last 25 years. I know that Doc's and Nurses need to sleep at night, but 11 pm was the only time I could get there, since missing classes is not an option, period.

I understand that he was tired, that I didn't ice the foot before I came in and that I could sorta walk. But I really wanted to make sure it wasn't broken, because being able to stand is vital to my future career and I've taken too many idiotic risks already. However, it's not broken (thank God!) and ice and Tylenol work wonders.

Oh, and I now have an awareness of water rescue. I think I want to pursue actual water and ice rescue training when I can. I find I really enjoy the challenges of "rescue" work (at least the scenarios). I love the medical part of EMT/Paramedic training, but I want to go further with it I think. I'd like to get qualified in high and low angle rescue, HAZMAT (technician level, I think), Ice and Swift Water and search and rescue. I've really enjoyed the brief intro's we've gotten in my special rescues class. But I guess we'll see if I'm still interested after I get my medic patch.

Breakfast!

This morning I asked my bestest, best atheist what I should have for breakfast. The reply? Pancakes. Which (I'm assuming from discussions in the past) means crepes, not the fluffy American things drowned in syrup (ick, anyway. I eat mine with jelly, but I'm strange). So, I'm making pancakes with a few additions.

I had a banana that needed eating (except its waaaaaaaaaaaaay past the point that I'll eat it willingly) so it got mashed up in my batter. It tastes nice, but the batter looks creepy and lumpy. And I think no self-righteous pancake maker would eat my pancakes. They end up in really weird shapes and sizes, but hey, it amuses me. And they're going to be eaten anyway, right?

Octopus, anyone?

Okay, maybe not so bad after all. They taste good at least.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

Lately I've been busy TAing an EMT basic class. I hang around for an hour or two and help them practice their skills, give advice on what to study and basically just make myself useful as another pair of hands for the prof.

Then my fellow TA disappeared. He has good reason, so I'm not blaming him.

But then I get a text: "Hey, you remember that study group I put together at [insert restaurant name]?"
My reply: "Yeah."
Long wait as I go in and out of service: "Would you mind leading that? I can't be there now."
Me, mentally: Oh shit, you want me to be IN CHARGE?? I'm a baby EMT. I just got my patch. OMG WHAT?........ect.
My reply: "Of course. I'll let them know on Wednesday."

I guess I better review their cardio chapters.

The wonderful world of dreams...

I dreamt all night trying to figure out the name of a specific condition. I -knew- I had studied it, and I vividly remembered watching two videos showing how you should and shouldn't handle it. Somewhere around 4am (still dreaming, and yes, I woke up enough to look at my watch and went straight back to dreaming) I realized I knew the initials of the condition.

E D

Yes, E D.

So...

Until 8am when my alarm went off, my dream fogged brain insisted that I was dreaming of erectile dysfunction. But with entirely different symptoms and the chance of being very serious...

The proper words I was searching for was "Excited Delirium"

*fail*