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| My favorite Cowboys! |
It seemed to be just a classic call of smoke on the third
floor to one of our most frequented hotels. Upon arrival dispatch gives further
information that hotel staff are on the floor and describe that it smells like
someone might have discharged an extinguisher. We turn-out, grab our irons and
head up the stairwell. Sure enough we walked into the third floor to what is
obvious dry chemical smell. But that’s not the fun part…walking through the
haze we can hear some coughing at the other end. The haze gives the appearance
of a ‘London fog’. Slowly we approach toward what is a silhouette of a man who
is holding something in his arms and has a bit of a swagger to himself. Even
closer and we are able to determine that in fact he is holding a 20 pound dry
chemical extinguisher. A-ha…the guilty party! Not only is he guilty, but this
fellow is wearing but cowboy boots and a cowboy hat…and…oh boy just his ole
‘cowboy birthday suit’. Naked as a jay bird he gently lowers his weapon easily
upon request. Police are called to assist Tex off to finish his evening in
detox…unfortunately for him…he won’t have access to other extinguishers.
It would be only a few short
months later that once again this particular hotel brought us an even more surprising
scene. It must be something about the third floor of this hotel that brings out
the crazies in people. We arrive to our BR1 (breathing problem), knock on the
door to which we receive a reply, “the doors unlocked”. Upon opening the door
we immediately catch sight of a man, not a naked cowboy, thank goodness, lying
on the king-sized bed in his shorts and casually smoking a cigarette. At the
same time we can hear the faint sound of someone groaning. Approaching the bed
I am able to see in my peripheral vision…wait for it…a silhouette of someone to
my left. You guessed it…she is naked, without cowboy hat or boots, in fact she
is totally naked spread eagle reclining on the toilet. Grateful that my partner
is a girl, I let her take the patient and I go forward to question our
gentleman resting very comfortably on the bed. So…what’s her problem. “so…we
were…you know…and things got a bit...you know...crazy. I reached up onto the night stand and
grabbed the closest item. It just so happened to be…her inhaler.” And, I say…you
did what? “Well…I placed…yeah I placed the inhaler up her butt”. Now many
medications can be given rectally, but…attached to an inhaler? I’m not thinking
so. So yes, this was a BR1, a ‘Butt Removal’, and not a breathing problem. And no,
I had not received any such training for that one. Of course I don’t believe
the ER was quite ready for this patient either.  |
| Never assume your patient understands correct application... |
Once again…they actually pay me to
do this job:) I
do suggest if you ever have the need to use an inhaler…I’m pretty sure your doc
will recommend using it in your mouth. I’m just saying!
Let's stay in the goofy mode and insert a goofy song. Enjoy!
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