Does Hyrule mind teaching how to assess a patient??👉👈
"You... want to learn how to assess patients?" Hyrule asked hesitantly.
Wild shrugged. "What if I want to be an EMT?"
"You also said you wanted to be a chef in the hospital."
"I can do both, you know."
Hyrule laughed. "I suppose so. Well... we'll need a patient for this to work."
Wild immediately snatched Sky, who yelped as his friend snaked a hand around his wrist. "Sky's the patient, heaven knows he needs to be looked over anyway."
"Look who's talking, Mr. I-Have-Seizures-and-Don't-Tell-Anybody," Sky grumbled as he was manhandled to sit between the other two.
"Well, everyone knows now."
Hyrule and Sky gave Wild a scalding look. Adequately apologetic, Wild shrugged sheepishly.
"Anyway," Hyrule sighed, shifting his focus to Sky. "Assessments come in different forms. You've got a primary and a secondary assessment. Primary is kind of a general overview and checking for life threatening stuff, secondary is in-depth on what the issue actually is. Make sense?"
Wild nodded.
"Great!" Hyrule continued with a smile. "Okay. Sky's our patient. Sky, you got shot once, right?"
Sky nodded, and Wild balked. "He what?!"
"It was a long time ago," Sky waved a dismissive hand.
"Okay, so that's our scenario," Hyrule said, standing. "We're dispatched for a 21-year-old male with a GSW--"
"That means gunshot wound, right?"
"Yeah. GSW, conscious patient. That's all we've got. So, you get on scene, and the very first thing you do is check for scene safety. If the scene isn't safe, we're not going in. First thing you're taught in EMS - your own safety comes first, because if you're shot you can't help the patient. It's you, your partner, then the patient."
"How often do you actually listen to that rule?" Sky asked, raising an eyebrow.
"That's not what we're learning today," Hyrule waved off easily. It was pretty common knowledge that while he would never put his partner's life at risk, he'd gotten himself into dicey situations before. But he knew how to get himself out of those situations too. "So, we determine the scene is safe. Next, is our primary assessment. The purpose of this assessment is to check for life threatening things, and an overview of major body systems. Neuro status, bleeding, and your ABCs: Airway, Breathing, Circulation.
"The situation is pretty dynamic, like sometimes you walk up and somebody's got an arterial bleed and spurting blood everywhere, your assessment stops right there and you go fix that bleed. But generally you'll have time to do the entire primary assessment."
"Okay, so neuro and ABCs?"
"Yeah. And the good thing is that most of it happens all at once, you know? You walk up to Sky and he looks at you, then boom, you've got a good neuro - he's awake, he's alert. He may not be oriented, but you can figure that out by just talking to him. And by this point you can tell if there's life threatening bleeding. Then it's ABCs - is his airway patent, or open? Is he breathing, and is he doing so normally? Is his skin warm, dry, and normal tone for him? You can literally do al these things by just walking into the room and looking at him for five seconds. The primary assessment is done really fast and, the more times you do it, basically automatically."
"What would be an example of something being wrong?" Wild askd.
Hyrule glanced at him. "When I got on scene for your crash, you were unconscious and unresponsive--in other words, you were not only unconscious, but nothing would wake you up--and your breathing was gurgling sounding because you had blood in your airway."
Glancing at Sky, Hyrule said, "Sky can give us an example of a not great primary assessment, I'm sure."
Helpfully, Sky immediately flopped off the chair he was sitting on, collapsing to the ground with a crash. Wild laughed, and footsteps rushed from upstairs into the living room.
Twilight immediately froze in the entranceway, eyes wide and fixed on Sky. "Sky, what the--guys what the hell is hap--"
Sky perked up immediately. "Oh, sorry! I'm just helping Hyrule teach Wild!"
Twilight froze a moment and then sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose and grumbling under his breath.
Hyrule smiled, pointing at Twilight. "He just perfectly showed a good primary assessment looks like! He walked in and saw the patient down on the ground, tried to figure out a neuro by calling out to him, and when Sky woke up he immediately could tell he was fine. Neuro intact, not bleeding, had a patent airway because he's talking, breathing normally, and skin looks normal."
"I hate all of you," Twilight groaned, walking out of the room.
"Okay, but by skin looking normal... what does it mean when it doesn't?" Wild asked.
"Your skin can tell a story," Hyrule explained. "If you're diaphoretic, which means sweating, something is likely wrong. Though it depends on context - if your patient's sweaty but they were just exercising, it makes sense. If Sky's sweaty on the ground after being shot, he's in shock. If the skin is cool, the body isn't circulating well - that can sap the color right out of your skin - the lighter your skin tone the more notable it is, but darker skin tones can become paler too. A lot of times with darker skin tones you'll want to look at their palms or their lips, that'll help you determine it. Another color is grey - that usually means cardiac and it's bad. So skin can tell you a lot!"
"How did my skin look?" Wild questioned, curious.
"Pale," Hyrule immediately answered. "Anyway. Sky's your patient. Look him over."
"Okay," Wild blew out a breath, approaching Sky and kneeling beside him. "So he's unconscious, that's my neuro so far."
"Can you arouse him at all?"
Wild poked Sky in the neck. Sky flinched. Wild poked again and Sky giggled. Wild's eyes widened in realization, and a mischievous smile crossed his face.
"Wild, wait--"
Sky started laughing hysterically as his friend tickled him, wiggling and trying to shove him away.
"Get--off of m--Wild you jerk--"
Hyrule chuckled. "Well, we're not taught to tickle our patients, but that works."
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What the Fuck is an IFAK?
And why you need one
IFAK stands for Individual First Aid Kit. It’s a kit that’s small enough to be carried easily on a chest rig or other easily-accessible location, at all times. Its purpose is mainly to treat traumatic gunshot wounds or other hemorrhagic injuries that will result in death very quickly. The point is to be able to keep the patient alive until help arrives. EMS wait times can be super long and they’re only getting worse as the United States Healthcare System is collapsing in real time around us.
What you NEED:
COMBAT APPLICATION TOURNIQUET (C-A-T) (DO NOT BUY FROM AMAZON) At least 1, ideally 2. The more the better. combattourniquet.com - Do not practice with the one you keep in your kit, get an extra if you need to practice using one. They are meant for one time use.
Hemostatic Gauze (QuikClot or CELOX - NOT POWDER)
Regular Gauze. More than you think. Z-fold in a sealed plastic package is ideal. North American Rescue sells packets of this that are perfect.
Rolled gauze, cloth medical tape, or vet wrap. OR Israeli bandages
Sharpie
Mylar Space Blanket(s)
Chest Seals, several
Nitrile gloves - Blue is ideal, Black looks cooler but is NOT GOOD for doing blood sweeps on trauma patients
Narcan spray (Find a local source at Next Distro)
Helpful to have but not necessary:
EMT Shears
Additional PPE - N95 masks, cpr masks, face shields, trauma gowns
No one is coming to save us. Not in any timely manner at least. We need IFAKs to save ourselves until EMS can get to us. If they come at all.
Shootings like Pulse and Club Q are escalating. Your favorite gay bar, your pride parade, even your grocery store could become a target for far-right terrorists at any time. With an IFAK you at least have a chance to not watch your friends die in front of you when it happens.
Pre-Made IFAKS:
A good option for most people is to purchase a pre-made IFAK. Here are a few good options:
Rescue Essentials IFAK 2 ($91)
Rescue Essential Compact IFAK ($79)
North American Rescue Solo IFAK ($200)
“But Trash, I can’t afford that!”
Do you want to fucking die? No? Buy one. Carry it. Get training.
“But Trash, I really can’t drop that much money on an IFAK!”
Okay sorry. I should know better, I was homeless and semi-homeless for more time than I care to admit when I was young and sure as hell didn’t have money for medical shit. In that case, contact IFAK Fund and ask them to send you a FREE IFAK. However, they are donation-based and can only send people IFAKs if people donate money, so it may take months to get one.
If you can afford your IFAK and can afford to throw IFAK Fund ANY money, please please please do. They are doing some of the most important work in leftist organizing right now.
Remember, no one is coming to save us. We have to save ourselves. Only we can take care of each other.
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Duty Of Care
to those of you out there who follow me who are in, who are entering, or who are thinking about entering, the fields of emergency services, please never, ever, EVER lose sight of this one truth:
It doesn't matter how often your "frequent flyer" calls 911. It doesn't matter how many times you pick their ass up off the ground or couch or whatever. It doesn't matter how annoying they are. None of that matters in the face of this one, inescapable truth:
They. Are. Human.
If you find yourself forgetting this fact, forgetting to treat even the biggest pain in the ass with dignity and respect? You need to get out. You need to leave the business and get away from the work. It's time.
Because at the end of the day, YOU are what stands between them and the Reaper, and it is NOT YOUR JOB to determine who is WORTHY of that. Your job is to just do the job, regardless. Period. Full stop. End of discussion.
Be annoyed if you want. It *is* annoying a lot of the time. But you be annoyed INSIDE and you DO YOUR FUCKING JOB and never ever forget, THEY. ARE. HUMAN. No "conscientious objecting". No "deeply held religious belief". No "whadaboutism". No "Shit, AGAIN!?". No moral judgment. NONE. You do your job. You face down the Reaper as BEST YOU CAN. You leave the bullshit on the Trouble Tree, and you never ever dump that crap on your patient.
That's your DUTY. That's your OBLIGATION. It's EVERYTHING.
And if that's beyond your ability, for whatever reason? You have no business being there. Get out. Get out before you kill someone.
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