I'm finishing up my EMT-B class. I hope to get a job in an ER and do some volunteer work for a 911 service. I started the class in order to get over a fear of sick people. Seriously. I'm scared to death of people. Not a good fear should one want to become a doctor. 😱 No kidding, if someone screamed in pain, I ran out the door like a raped ape. After thinking about it, I realized it was because I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help them, but I'm scared to make matters worse.
Even with the small amount of info (as compared to what a doctor learns), I'm able to get more out of volunteering. I can overhear conversations between doctors and nurses, or doctors and doctors, and understand them better. I can follow their train of thought as far as how they're prioritizing with greater understanding.
On clinicals, I'm seeing how I react to chaos (*choke*) and will be able to work through that before I start med school. In fact, I'm hammering out a bunch of things I'm glad I'll be through while trying to learn all of that information. My stethoscope and I will be more acclimated than a student that has never put one to their ears.
I learned CPR is not as nice and pretty as my CPR instructor (who had never done CPR) made it out to be.
Patient assessment, patient assessment, patient assessment. It doesn't matter who you are, how smart you are, or what level of training you have. If you can't properly assess your patient, you can't help them. Better to get started on fine tuning that art as soon as possible.
I'm having a lot of fun. I'm scared to death most times, but I love it and wouldn't trade it for anything 😀 (except for being completely level headed while the feces hit the centrifugal ceiling devices and able to recall every piece of information needed while Careflight helicopters are buzzing over your head. Seriously on my first run ever as a student, we flew three patients to trauma I centers 😱 ).