
So, this past weekend, I was in Arad, which is actually a development town near Be'er Sheva. We had a dialogue seminar with Israelis, and it was actually really nice to meet other people our age that live here in Israel.
Anyway, after the weekend I came back and had to go straight to work Saturday night for the overnight shift. I was working with another girl from my class, and a senior medic. So we started out the shift being brought to the guy we were working with and he already had a patient in the ambulance. That should have been the sign that a crazy night was about to begin, but its okay. So then after that, we got 2 calls in which there was nothing found when we arrived there, so we left the scene. After that we get called for a drunk in a hotel. It seemed like the hotel room was decorated for a special reason, and she got sick from drinking during the celebration. Then, we had a homeless guy who had called with shortness of breath. After that guy we got called to a bar, and when we arrived a girl gets in with blood soaking her hand. She had been dancing on a chair, and decided it was smart to put her hands up while dancing. The only thing she forgot to look at was the fan above her, and so she cut her fingers on the moving fan and had to have surgery and stitches. After that we tried to go to sleep for a bit but not even one hour later we got called again to another drunk and found her on the ground outside a car. We got her to the hospital and now it was six in the morning and at 645 we usually head back to the main station, but we decided to try to lay down anyway.
The story of the night gets even more intense now...we got another call. We were told by our driver it was a post CPR call, so we were a bit confused. We got there and I checked his pulse and found that he had none, and he felt very cold already as if he had been there like that for a while. So the medic told me to begin compressions and start CPR. This is the gross part, when I started doing them, I actually heard and felt myself break some of the guys ribs from doing the compressions correctly. That felt so strange, but I knew that it is something that happens on occasion when doing CPR. So then we called for the Intensive Care Unit that has a doctor on it, and he arrived, and pronounced the guy dead as soon as he felt him and looked in the guys eyes. So I had another death. By then it was almost 7am and it was time for the shift to end. So overall, it was an extremely busy and eventful shift, and we ended up not getting any sleep.
I hope this was interesting for all of you, even though its a but gory. I work again today at 3pm so I will let you know if anything else crazy occurs.
Miss you and love you all!