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bemused said:I can't believe that I forgot this - I hope none of you are suffering too much for my laxity -
If you spread a thick layer of Vicks Vapor Rub all over your face, it burns. Apparently, it burns reaaaaallly bad. The best treatment we have found for it so far begins with washing it off of your face. Thankfully, this is an intervention that is within the scope of a paramedic, so if you call 911 they can help
Thank God the irrigation of Vicks Vapo Rub is within our scope of practice... Just think.. all that suffering... when I could have just rinsed my patients off... rushing them to the nearest Vicks Toxicological receiving center... hoping that their face would be spared from the hours of pain.
On another note: Please try to keep the 911 number a secret. People might get the wrong idea with you posting it all over the internet!
Yet another story I've recalled. Several years ago, Charlie (names have been changed to protect the HIPAA compliant) figured out that complaining of chest pain would get you a fire rescue taxi, a hot meal, and overnight room, and lots of attention. He even remembered our paramedic shifts so that he could spread his joy and system wide misuse thoughout the county. He often told his 911 taxi drivers that, "you guys HAVE to take me because I could be having a heart attack." I spent several nights trying to cope with this determined, manipulative offender. The local SO was unwilling to help. Charlie always phoned 911 from different locations within our response area.
When arriving at the local subway only to find Charlie clutching his chest and smiling, I asked him what he really wanted. "Aww dude, its cold and I'm hungry. Besides... I COULD be having a heart attack...." I promptly went into the local subway, purchased a footlong, and offered it to Charlie.
"Duuude," he said,"if you give me that, I wont bother you for at least a week!" I immediately instructed Charlie to eat the sandwich. This story got around and eventually my medical director had a chat with me about my solution to the Charlie problem. He brought me behind closed doors, sat down, and looked rather severe.
"Ben.... you've got to remember. You cannot, repeat, you cannot... feed the beast."
Happy holidays! I'm off to Neverland! Yea!