I don't know what brought this to mind today, but I thought it was important to share, and to ensure others can learn from my mistake and laziness.
I was called, unusually, to a cardiac arrest in a flat. I ran upstairs, and was greeted by a First Responder EMT and a hysterical young lady, no more than about 20. The patient was a man of about 45, who had arrested during sexual intercourse. We quickly got him on to the floor (there is no point trying to do cardiac massage on a bed) and began the resuscitation. It was soon apparent that this was not going to work - he was asystolic (no electrical activity at all) from the start, but we carried on. The ambulance crew arrived, and I let them continue. I sat on the bed while I sorted out the drugs I was about to give.
As the spreading wetness seaped from the mattress through my trousers, I wondered what I ever enjoyed about pre-hospital medicine.
11 months ago