I had my chance to go out as a Paramedic Captain yesterday in place of one of the regulars.
This is where I want to be.

The morning started on my terms, checking things out, grabbing extra radio and ePCR batteries for when I knew crews would need them and heading off to the Chief’s meeting at the Division house.

From there I had a chance to congratulate our new Chief of EMS and on his desk was a brief primer about Chronicles of EMS.

Then, after clearing the yard and talking with a few of the crews I was heading back to my district when a call came out over the radio.  It was in my Battalion but assigned to it was an ambulance I had just seen at the yard.  They must have just gone in service and gotten assigned.  Knowing I was at least 10 blocks ahead of them I grabbed the mic and uttered a line I would repeat a dozen times over the next 20 hours:

“Control, this is RC1, add me to that please.”

And I was off.  When on scene I was either the first ALS to arrive, or took a role as observer, helping where I could and staying out of the way when I could not.

I dealt with faulty ePCRs, crews lagging at the ERs, dead batteries and even got called to a not so local ER to change the toner of the printer.  You see we create an electronic document, print it, then the ER uses that document to create their own electronic document.  Sometimes the toner dies and the RCs restock them.  It’s part of the job and I did it with a smile.

It was later in the evening when I got the call I had been waiting for.  Not a full code, a shooting or a stabbing (That one was straight forward and easy to manage) but the request for a supervisor.

One of the crews was in a tough spot and the caller had requested to speak to “someone in charge.”

That was me.

It is said that paramedics could talk penguins into Saharan apartments or the staunchest Democrat to vote Tea Party, and after watching one of my crews use every single trick in the book to get someone who needed to go to go, I was wondering if we had met our match.

After 10 minutes of discussing when and where they could smoke their last cigarette, we convinced them to get their issue evaluated at the local ER.

In all it was a very productive day, I witnessed 7 different engines and 9 different ambulances doing what they do best and , just for that one day, I was proud to call them ‘mine.’

Hopefully it won’t be too long until I have the opportunity to do it all again.

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