A long night

This Blog Post was originally published on the platform "writelier" (formerly "co-writers" and "200wordsaday"). Sadly the blogging platform was discontinued. I downloaded all my blog posts and prepared them to be republish them here.

As I have written yesterday, I did a paramedic nightshift again. I have to say, it was a pretty hard one.

It all started with two patients we drove from the hospital to their home. After that, the first operation with the emergency doctor. A young boy had cramping abdominal pain.

The emergency doctor wasn't alarmed right away, but as soon as I heard the boy cry from outside (!) the Apartment door, it was obviously for me that we need him, so the boy could be transported without pain.

Before the doctor arrived, we quickly checked the vital signs of the boy (heart read, oxygen saturation, blood sugar and blood pressure). I firmly tried to touch his stomach, to see if it was hard.

Before I could feel the skin of his body under my fingers, he started to cringe because of that much pain.

The doctor arrived and quickly administered the strongest opiate we carry. The boy was still crying. I never saw that much pain. The dose of the fentanyl he got, would have knocked me out, and I weight about 50 kilograms more than the boy.

We loaded him into our vehicle and drove off.

About an hour later we almost were at our home base again, but the next mission was already on its way.

All in all, we drove about 350 kilometres last night. A crazy large amount. According to our car, out of the 12-hour shift, we were driving 6 hours.

After breakfast with the day crew, I drove home to lay down and get the desired sleep.