I asked myself and God this question this morning. What will I learn today? Who will I get to help?
Our first patient, Angel, was a wonderful 42 yo woman who functions at the level of a toddler. She'd fallen and broken her hip. She could say mama and knew we were going home. The worst part of this call is the possible pain she was in. She yelled when she was being touched by strangers, so we couldn't tell if it was the way we were moving her or that was her normal.
I honestly think Angel was the one patient Beatbox and I might have fought over. Mom was the more high strung of the parents. Super nice. High strung is not the right phrase. The father was the more laid back. I immediately liked him. It helped that he was wearing a shirt for the 100th anniversary of the Indianapolis Speedway. I grew up not far from there and yet have never been. I have never been to qualifications, Carb day, none of it. This father praised the city, the race, the people, the hospitality. I haven't been home in 6 months and it just made that much more home sick.
Two more pts that couldn't walk or talk, great partner, great day.
18 hours ago

