Monday, February 15, 2010

One of THOSE nights.

When he called to give me the morning report, our conversation went something like this:

"How was your night? Did the kids sleep well?"

"No; I was up all night—I lost count after getting the baby for the fourth time. I'm exhausted."

"That sucks. Sorry to hear that."

"I'm going to need a nap today, for sure. How was your night?"

"It was terrible. I had to get up a bunch of times and the calls were perfectly spaced apart, so I didn't sleep either. I'm going to need a nap too."

(Mutual "UGH!")

There's no surer way to waste that day off sandwiched between two 24 hour shifts than by spending it trying to work in naps for both of us. On my end, it's totally worth the sleep deprivation. Restful nights are something I gladly—albeit unenthusiastically—gave up when I decided to have three children. They're cute, and they love me, and I love them. We have an understanding.

On his end, however...

One would hope that he was kept up all night for valid reasons. You know, like putting out fires, using power tools to extricate people from traffic collisions, or bringing people back from the brink of death. Or to help people who are not able to help themselves. Not for life or death 2 a.m. emergencies like oh, say, a guy who felt like a piece of sand was stuck in his eye after having cataract surgery. Or for someone who was moderately hurting because she didn't refill her pain medication, and had been feeling said pain for the last TWO WEEKS. Why, out of that whole 14 day period, did she a: not refill her prescription, and b: not choose daylight hours to finally do something about it?

There has been a lot of discussion in the EMS bloggy world of late about crazy calls. In addition to the obvious reasons why not to call 911 at night when you don't have an actual emergency, might I add, it really puts a wrench in the family's plans when dad comes home from work exhausted from running BS calls all night.


Ho Ho Lady, this one's for you.

I'm sure you thought that whole fifteen minutes of constipation after eating too many Ho Hos was life-threatening. Your horror must have felt real and justified, your fingers trembling as you dialed 911.


There are other ways to solve the problem than waking my husband up in the middle of the night to come swear at you under his breath. You probably realized this as you were placed in some forsaken corner of the E.R. waiting room, forgotten about, then finally given a laxative that you could have gotten easier and quicker (and cheaper) if you had just driven yourself to the corner drug store.

If you're going to waste your tax dollars by abusing the 911 system, please do so during daylight hours, if you don't mind. I'd appreciate it—it would make my life a lot easier. It would probably make your life easier, too. Thanks.



Mickey said...

I know someone (not naming names to protect the not-so-innocent) who called 911 because her husband was not rubbing her cramping feet correctly. The EMT was kind to her but explaIned that it was a total abuse of the system. I think she called one or two other times, but it hasn't happened recently (that I know of).

Anonymous said...

As the wife of a firefighter/paramedic, I have heard countless stories just like the ones you've told. Seems to me that the overhaul the health care system needs is less in line with giving free health to some, but making abuse of the system punitive so that the help can go to those who really need it, and therefore by default, the cost will decrease making healthcare more affordable for everyone!

Val said...

Oh so true with every department :) Hubby has told me of many times that they will ask a person why they didn't call sooner if they'd had the pain for days or thought about it all day. One guy actually said that he didn't want to bother them. It was a 3am call! lol

Stacie, A Firefighter's Wife said...

This happens every once in awhile here, too. It stinks! We try to tag team it. I let him take his nap first, while I homeschool and take care of the little ones, and then in the afternoon, he tries to make sure I get a nap in ( if there isn't any overtime available).

I get mad when people call for a nose bleed. You seriously couldn't get someone to drive you to the hospital? Any one? A taxi would be cheaper! They have even asked, "why didn't you get a taxi?". Their answer..."I couldn't afford one." Huh? Yeah, because your not going to pay your ambulance bill either, right? Grrrrr! said...

oh my gosh! The hoho lady couldn't poop! Yikes, I'd call 911. ROTFL!

I remember alternating naps. Thankfully, firehubby has had slow stations off and on where he can sleep at night. Thankfully!

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