tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10526458174522087432024-03-13T12:49:47.915-05:00Northern MedicParamedic working in Manitoba CanadaJessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495138151063796048noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-31269527030270117732023-10-31T11:44:00.001-05:002023-10-31T11:44:20.978-05:00Staying Snow<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/tNYbRyP922c?si=en6u4-p_4fDNimRO" frameborder="0"></iframe>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495138151063796048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-72110073041183299542023-09-11T18:02:00.001-05:002023-09-11T18:02:40.455-05:00Jack B Nimble<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/erB-bra0z1I?si=q51KXCMRZK3-0IQ7" frameborder="0"></iframe>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495138151063796048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-30313688986627361652015-03-17T12:40:00.001-05:002015-03-17T12:40:23.173-05:00Ems Sleep studyhttp://exclusive.multibriefs.com/content/new-ems-sleep-study-to-examine-the-effect-of-shift-work/medical-allied-healthcareJessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495138151063796048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-1193343071340929152014-12-01T08:32:00.001-06:002014-12-01T08:32:33.422-06:00A porridge kind of day<p dir="ltr">-39 °C or °F. Is cold either way.</p>
Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495138151063796048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-84204660019822608502014-11-28T08:13:00.001-06:002014-11-28T08:13:29.630-06:00Black Friday<p dir="ltr">It's cold outside. The store was hot. So I removed up to 70% off. Now I'm being detained by security in my underware. What?</p>
Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495138151063796048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-21040850726000641102014-04-16T11:18:00.001-05:002014-04-16T11:18:15.144-05:00http://www.friends.ca/ILoveCBC/Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495138151063796048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-87264104830971883522013-02-27T15:12:00.002-06:002013-02-27T15:12:32.452-06:00<a href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/289/886/031/tell-the-manitoba-government-to-reinstate-the-licensing-requirement-for-dog-breeding/" target="_blank">http://www.thepetitionsite.com/289/886/031/tell-the-manitoba-government-to-reinstate-the-licensing-requirement-for-dog-breeding/</a><br />Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495138151063796048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-32857564927934265962010-11-30T10:05:00.000-06:002019-05-02T09:46:47.647-05:00Winter is hereOK, let me see if I have this right. No longjohns, and you freeze to death on scene at a collision, put them on and you die of heat with a 3 hour offload time at Emerg. Sound about right Medics? <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-33100079620292311572010-04-03T04:38:00.000-05:002019-05-02T09:48:45.355-05:00IMG00376.jpg<div class="mobile-photo">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-42615631299950925012010-01-23T18:38:00.001-06:002019-05-02T09:50:51.294-05:00Good AdviceThe very second that you hear"Good Idea !" <br />
Stop talking. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-23789376561171013272009-12-26T22:48:00.001-06:002019-05-02T09:51:18.741-05:00My BlueberryWhen I receive a message on my phone/ email or Blackberry like device, I started feeling more and more obligated to respond. Even worse, I feel obligated to respond within a respectful time line. <br />
But now for Christmas, I gave myself a few things from the pets and invented friends, but what has gone the furthest is that I use my "communicator" (Blackberry) at my discretion. I am reducing my commitment to replying to this machine, which has enslaved me for near a year. <br />
. It is meant for my convenience, not the convenience of others. . <br />
If I want to talk to a friend, or they want to talk to me, we drive to the other's yard. No texting. And I would like to embrace the benefits of that, more than I have been. My phone is shut off right now. <br />
Merry Christmas. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-58217303076874989442009-12-23T17:46:00.000-06:002019-05-02T09:51:47.062-05:00Have you been Naughty?<div class="mobile-photo">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-26431875047437520802009-12-20T11:28:00.001-06:002019-05-02T09:52:18.618-05:00DefinitionsThe Edge of Reality should be more clearly defined. <br />
An electric fence would do. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-16541213128747891702009-12-19T13:40:00.001-06:002019-05-02T09:52:51.406-05:00Stress Relief"Woke up this morning and my liver was laying beside me in the fetal position"<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-2304862356904430382009-12-17T21:50:00.000-06:002019-05-02T09:53:13.841-05:00More unionI love being a medic and that's all there is to it. The union keeps getting in the way of that love. This means that the union must be tamed, or the union must go. But it can not lead anymore. It is hurting too many people. <br />
We may have found Hoffa. <br />
<i>This post was in 2009 in Neha and yes, a person who is now Cupe was very bad for members. The person that I referred to as Hoffa.</i><br />
<i>I then was part of MAHCP, Then back to MGEU which was by then cleaned up due to the new President getting rid of the evil doers. Ask where they now work.</i><br />
<i>The anonymous keyboard warriors are very brave when they don't have to debate but just take things and present them out of context</i><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-43430415112527257462009-12-17T19:24:00.001-06:002019-05-02T09:53:46.350-05:00BloggingApologies readers. I have used a lot of excuses not to Blog. My work won't give me permission = now tired of waiting and don't know what they are scared of And its just my take on it anyway. Never have time near a computer anymore = now I'll use my phone (pardon the auto sig at the bottom of each post). And at one point I was going through a stage of not wanting to write. Now I want to write and the stories are back logging. So with that said, let's see. <br />
There was this. ...........<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-83820535358993347132009-12-17T19:14:00.001-06:002019-05-02T09:55:01.400-05:00SmokingSeven or so months in now and I would kill for a smoke. 10, 9, 8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. there that's better. Now its just a craving and I wouldn't actually break a commandment for one. Man, what a day. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-55951625954067906692009-02-14T13:51:00.001-06:002009-02-14T13:51:36.309-06:00The Wrong Valentine's gift<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Gentlemen, post this on your fridge.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>OK, so you have probably figured out by now that this is Valentine's Day.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>If not, well.....at least you did nothing.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>This fellow picked the wrong surprise.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>It seems that he borrowed his girlfriend's van without telling her.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Then went and had a "few" drinks without telling her.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>(we almost had to detox after his breath)</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He then decides to drive home and rolls the van into the ditch.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Total write off.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He had no real injuries, but was so drunk that he couldn't stay awake on the ride to the hospital. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He was very concerned about the van because his girlfriend needed it for work.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>And what does she do for a living you may ask?</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Flower Deliveries! </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Busiest day of the year, she woke up to find, no boyfriend and no van.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I wonder what his favorite flower is?</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-52880396147312830252009-01-24T10:35:00.001-06:002009-01-24T10:35:19.080-06:00Priority One<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><EM><STRONG>Priority One, Cardiac Arrest.</STRONG></EM></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Copy that dispatch, mark us rolling. Has CPR been started?</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><EM><STRONG>Negative, caller says that rigor has set in and patient is cold in a warm environment.</STRONG></EM></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Have RCMP been dispatched?</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG><EM>Affirmative, downgrade to priority 4, scene is safe, RCMP are 10 minutes out.</EM></STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Copy, we're clear.</FONT></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-12256194844042109892009-01-24T10:30:00.001-06:002009-01-24T10:30:20.111-06:00Good Ol' Country Folk<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Was on my way home a few days ago and feeling a bit poorly. There was a bug going around with sudden onset diarrhea and nausea. Actually, both were projectile from what I was told. I only ever did get the vomiting.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>A few of my coworkers were already out of commission with it and I was trying to get home before it struck. About forty minutes into my drive I figure that I might as well deal with it, so pulled to the side of the road. It was a barren stretch of road, cold and blowing snow. At first, my symptoms abated with the fresh air but soon the rumblings started. I was in full uniform, with a huge EMS symbol on my parka.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Just as I start to vomit, a car pulls to a stop.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>"are you OK?"</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>"I'm fine" Whhaaaaaaa! "I'm OK" Whhaaaaaaaa!</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>They said something comforting and went on their way.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I just get over the worst of it and was dealing with the dry heaves when another truck pulls up.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I start my "I'm OK" routine and then some lost, forgotten meal came flying out.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I see the fellow with my peripheral vision, bending over as though trying to see me better, but then realize that he is vomiting himself.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>"I don't do very well with this he says" Whaaaaaaa " but my wife is just up the road, I could send her back."</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>"No thank you, I'm OK, I'll be back on the road soon"</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>So to those kind folks that stopped to help out a Paramedic on the side of the road,<EM> </EM>I would like to say "Thank you"</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Whaaaaaaaa!</FONT></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-64388611833163390812009-01-24T09:19:00.003-06:002009-01-24T09:24:46.782-06:00Heart Attacks and Boners<span style="font-family:Arial;">We received a call for a 65 year old male having chest pain.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The call itself went well, except that the patient's wife busted him for "sneaking a nip" of vodka once in a while. "He hides it in the basement."</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Nitro seemed to relieve the pain and we transported without incident. We got him to the emerg and transferred him to their EKG machine. We then waited for the Doctor to arrive.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">One of the things to ask a patient before administering Nitro is if they have taken any Viagra recently. This affects their blood pressure.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">My patient had replied no, not Viagra, "I took Cialis, it's a weekender"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The Doc had come in and done a brief exam and was now a few feet away talking with a nurse.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I moved closer to the patient just to say that I had to get going and would see him later. I then remembered a Cialis story that a GP had told me. He had a patient come back for a visit after taking Cialis. It seems the patient had trouble sleeping on Cialis. The Doc ask if it was insomnia (a possible side effect) but the patient said that it was because of his new sleeping position. It seems that he prefers to sleep facing down but was repeatedly interrupted and forced to roll onto his back. This also made for a drafty sleep. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Not thinking it through, I shared this with my patient who was having a mild heart attack. When I finished he just was smiling, but as I turned to leave, his laughter got louder and louder. The Doc heard the commotion and was looking back and forth between the EKG and the patient. He then realized that I must be the cause of this sudden outbreak, so he shot me a stern look.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The patient by this time was in fits of laughter and holding his belly.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">One of the electrical leads had come off so the EKG machine was in alarm.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">In short, the room was not in the tranquil state that is best for a cardiac patient.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I meekly started to slink out the door.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">What a boner!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-65875855662312802272009-01-24T08:12:00.001-06:002009-01-24T08:12:26.607-06:00A Perfect Day<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I am writing this on my birthday. My present to myself is to start writing again. I enjoyed the feedback from the blog, and really just had fun sharing the stories that rattle around in my brain.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2> I started working for a new service but still have two years worth of material to get down on 'paper' before I get to this job. Maybe I'll just intertwine the two, this will help protect the privacy of patients and coworkers even more.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-80615406740539303202008-10-29T20:02:00.001-05:002008-10-29T20:02:48.250-05:00Thank youse<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2> A couple of weeks ago, we had brought a patient in to the hospital. We cleaned the ambulance and finished up the paper work and just as I was leaving, a family member of the patient mouthed thank you to me. Caught off guard, I said something like, "anytime....." Dumbbell!</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2> Then yesterday, a little white haired elder drove up to the curb, rolled down her window and said "we really appreciate you guys". This time I was ready and said "thank you" No other words came to mind. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Thank you's are few and far between in this job, so if you thank a paramedic and they say something stupid, like I did, please know that we really appreciate it, and that it means the world to us. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I made sure that I passed on the comments to all my coworkers, I just left out my replies.</FONT></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052645817452208743.post-8772086962143676282008-10-16T09:20:00.001-05:002008-10-16T09:20:55.968-05:00Churchill, Manitoba<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMtu6zlGetk/SPdNyO7yW-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/2FAxg0pn2ho/s1600-h/July0107+213+%5B640x480%5D-755972.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMtu6zlGetk/SPdNyO7yW-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/2FAxg0pn2ho/s320/July0107+213+%5B640x480%5D-755972.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257756615376002018" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMtu6zlGetk/SPdNyC5bjPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zeTfgDHeXro/s1600-h/July0107+204+%5B640x480%5D-756412.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMtu6zlGetk/SPdNyC5bjPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zeTfgDHeXro/s320/July0107+204+%5B640x480%5D-756412.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257756612144893170" /></a></p><DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>These are a couple of pics that I took while I was working in Churchill.</FONT></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1