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We had a call in the middle of the afternoon. It was for an overweight woman that was walking home from the local carnival. She had been out in the sun all day and hadn't been drinking much. She also has diabetes and hadn't exactly been eating like someone that should be watching their sugar levels. She was in her mid 40's, had already had a heart attack, had high blood pressure and some obvious psychiatric issues.
When we arrived we found her talking to PD. They had found her sitting on the sidewalk. She said that she was feeling weak, dizzy and had some nausea. She had also vomited once. She was pale and sweaty. We checked her vitals. BP 98/66, pulse 116, respiratory rate 20, pulse ox 94%, sinus tach on the monitor, 12 lead was unremarkable, blood sugar 308. She lived just a block and a half away and was unsure if she wanted to go to the hospital.
Enter AMR and the burnt out medic. She took one look at the patient after hearing my report and decided that she was an AMA. The Burn Out then spent the next 5 minutes trying to talk her into not going to the hospital during which time the mother and neighbor of the patient showed up.
The mom and the medic now double teamed my patient trying to get her to just go home. My patient was still wishy washy and wouldn't make a choice either way. To me, she clearly thought that going to the hospital was the thing to do but she wanted someone else to back her up on the idea. I finally stepped in on the AMR medics toes. I simply asked if she still felt ill? When she said yes I asked her what it would hurt if she went and got checked out. At that point she happily walked over to the ambulance and climbed in. The last thing I saw was the transporting medic giving me a dirty look.
If you hate taking care of people that much, QUIT! We don't need you.
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