Suburban Parent? SHUT UP.
May 19th, 2008Last shift we were called 911 to a large park for a child having an asthma attack at the soccer field.
PD arrived before us and advised someone would direct us to the patient. The officer on scene didn’t sound too worked up.
We arrive on scene and are met by the coach, who didn’t seem worked up either. The kid was waaaay on the other side of the field, probably 4-500 feet from the street, with no easy way to get the ambulance back there. So we parked and grabbed our bag and headed over with the coach. As we’re passing the sidelines with the parents, some lady starts yelling at us to “run, or something!”
We both kind of looked at her, and ignored it. Then she starts rattling on about how this is an EMERGENCY! and they are BREATHING FOR HIM! which they clearly are not since I can see the kid sitting on the ground across the field. She gets the idea that we aren’t going to run across the goddamn field just because she said so, and shuts up.
We get to the kid, and he’s having a moderate asthma attack. No big deal. We throw him on a neb and talk to the family. I tell my partner to keep an eye on things because I think I can get the rig over to the kid instead of carrying him.
I start walking back to the truck at a decent pace. Not running, but not wasting any time either.
I cross the sideline on the other side of the field again, and now some other doughboy-in-socks-and-sandals-parent wants to be a tough guy.
“Do you guys always move this slow?”
I ignore him, and keep walking.
“Oh, I guess you’re just too cool to care about anything!”
Well, I take a lot of shit from people as private EMS, but I’ll be Goddamned if I’m gonna let some untrained layman asshole tell me how to do my job.
So, never breaking stride, I said something to the effect of “If you’re so concerned, why didn’t you run over there and carry him to us?”
The guy said something I didn’t understand about doing my job.
I drive the ambulance over to the kid, who is now doing much better, and the family thanks us profusely (not having heard the handwringers on the other side of the field)
I just don’t understand. Do people expect their doctors to run into the room when they have an appoinment? Aside from ER, have people EVER witnessed a person in the medical field run? I don’t run unless there is some critical piece of equipment in the truck and my patient can’t wait to get out there. (Suction or something.)
What made it even more infuriating was that every one of these pudgy american soccer parents were sitting their fat asses in lawn chairs not lifting a goddamn finger to improve what was a catatrophe in their minds and expecting 2 strangers to sprint across a muddy soccer field to save the day.
Also, our total time on scene was 12 minutes.
