Ambulance Driver Files A Day in the Life | Kelly Grayson
…which I am working on, honestly, I direct you over to Pink, Warm and Dry for the Ballad of Hilda and Oscar. Be sure to follow up with Part Two.
I’ve said many times before, that I’d rather teach a hand holder to function under pressure than to take an adrenaline junkie and try to teach them compassion.
Epi Junky (a misnomer if there ever was one) gets it:
I can’t help it. I’m a hand-holder.
When I see someone truly hurting, physically or emotionally, it’s in my nature to want to help if I can. Even if it’s just to hold their hand, stroke their hair, or listen. It’s part of being human. I believe that most of my patients really just want someone to hear them.
Read the whole thing, and get a glimpse of a particularly rough day in the life of a transfer medic. They don’t get the props that 911 medics get, but I’ve long believed that they know a lot more about caring for people.
For most of our patients, the warmth of a human touch trumps mad IV skillz on 99 calls out of 100. The chance to save lives comes but all too rarely, but the chance to touch a life comes far more often than we may appreciate.
You keep going like you are, Epi. Don’t get hardened. EMS needs a lot more hand holders.