You know your double is starting to go to hell...

...when this is the only way to keep the blood from your patient's uncontrolled bleeding head lac from overtaking the back of the truck. This is just a fraction of the bleeding - pretty much what weasled its way around the multiple pressure dressings and dripped off the back of the stretcher. There were long clots of coagulated choogie, as I like to call it, hanging from the back of the stretcher as we wheeled the guy in to the E.D. Enough to even make me gag.

You may not be able to tell from the above picture, but that actually tells one quite a bit about the benevolence and empathy of the attending medic (moi!) Wasn't that nice of me to try and contain the mess a bit to minimize my partner's clean-up nightmare? Yeah, I thought so too.

So.. the bleeding head wound above: I had a guy, wearing no protective gear, wreck his motorcycle on the highway at 60mph today, and he wasn't bleeding anywhere near like this guy. Life just ain't fair sometimes.

Other highlights of the day:

• Intubating someone I went to school with (Pretty sure pizza and heroin was his last meal, if you're interested)
• EJ on same guy
• Other medic hurt his knee on a call to the point he can barely bear weight. No sleepy sleepy for me
• Did I mention I smell like puke now?
  

This is what I get for having the hubris to put the kayak on my car in anticipation of getting off shift at 8am.

This, my friends...

... this is what I have to contend with several times a day at work. This is provided by the hospital to which I bring patients slowly dying of heart disease, diabetes, cancer - you name it. Maybe they're trying to drum up future business?

I know what you're thinking: Just avoid it! That would be great, except I have to go into this room and walk past this stuff to replace what I've used on the last call. Most of the medic rooms are set up this way. Most times, I can walk past it. But, like everyone, I have my weak moments. My partner annoys me - and when this happens it's for 2 grueling weeks at a time. I'm tired. I am actually hungry, but don't have a Kashi bar or bag of almonds or an apple with me (my fault).

They try. Every once in a while, there's yogurt in the little fridge. HFCS-laden yogurt that I won't touch. Isn't that funny? I won't eat the yogurt because it has HFCS, but I'll eat the 700 calorie cookies.