…and it’s contagious.
A headache! Won’t someone think of the children?!
I’m cooking tonight and the chicken enchilada casserole will be OK cold I guess. The bells ring and we’re out the door code 3 for a headache, sudden, worsening. It suddenly occurs to me that the sensation that develops behind my eyes between the kitchen and the engine is likely worse than what we’ll find on scene.
She’s in her mid 50s and is quick to mention her disability status (we noted the handicap placard in the BMW in the driveway) and her husband confirms it. The disability status that is, not the headache.
Not one to take a patient at their word we do a full work up including 12 lead ECG which aquires a normal tracing just as the ambulance I downgraded arrives.
The patient’s headache seems to have subsided. The pain that was an 11 is now a “tolerable” 7 although we all know that means nothing without knowing her 10/10, which she refuses to share…none of my business and all.
Turns out she had a bad tooth and got some medicine for it. I know what you’re thinking, but no, she actually filed the prescription.
It was when the pain remained 30 minutes later that 911 was called. And the call made it through the call center because of the words “dizzy” and “can’t think straight.”
Thanks MPDS, you win again.
Back at the house the casserole was cold and I lost the dinner shake, meaning I had to cover the cost of everyone’s meal. That was a sudden headache. I did not call 911.