So I was doing some volunteer work this evening and a homeless man fainted during our prayer circle. I went into doctor mode, did the whole "My name is Angel, I'm trained in emergency procedures, I'm here to help you" bit, vitals, A&O, head to toe assessment, called the paramedics, etc.etc. I don't know what was wrong with the guy, though I can speculate, but that doesn't matter. Once he went in the ambulance it was up to currently practicing health care professionals to take care of that. I think he'll be okay, but I'm just weirded out by the experience.
I still notice that some people don't respect my expertise. If I tell someone to call 911, or not to give him water, or don't move him, it's for a good reason and because I know what I'm doing. But they gave him water, moved him and didn't call 911 until he started throwing up the water I told them not to administer to my patient.
Maybe it's because I'm so tiny, or female, or young. I don't know. I just get frustrated when people don't listen to me in situations where I know what I'm doing better than anyone else. Afterwards, there was no "thank you", no "nice job, Angel" or anything. We just went to dinner to unwind and forget the whole thing happened.
Well, tonight I can be grateful that I had dinner, and a place to unwind, and a safe home with a bed, and for my relatively good health. And I'm glad I didn't have to start CPR on the guy. I just hate starting CPR on people. The ribs always break and it's a stomach turning feeling when it happens.
Anyhoo, I just needed to vent at the pub and get that off my chest. It's way past my bedtime. Sorry for the personal nature of this post, but I don't think I can sleep with this stuff boucing around in my head and I don't think I can post this on my facebook profile without offending some of the people who were there when it all went down.
I still notice that some people don't respect my expertise. If I tell someone to call 911, or not to give him water, or don't move him, it's for a good reason and because I know what I'm doing. But they gave him water, moved him and didn't call 911 until he started throwing up the water I told them not to administer to my patient.
Maybe it's because I'm so tiny, or female, or young. I don't know. I just get frustrated when people don't listen to me in situations where I know what I'm doing better than anyone else. Afterwards, there was no "thank you", no "nice job, Angel" or anything. We just went to dinner to unwind and forget the whole thing happened.
Well, tonight I can be grateful that I had dinner, and a place to unwind, and a safe home with a bed, and for my relatively good health. And I'm glad I didn't have to start CPR on the guy. I just hate starting CPR on people. The ribs always break and it's a stomach turning feeling when it happens.
Anyhoo, I just needed to vent at the pub and get that off my chest. It's way past my bedtime. Sorry for the personal nature of this post, but I don't think I can sleep with this stuff boucing around in my head and I don't think I can post this on my facebook profile without offending some of the people who were there when it all went down.