It has been weird from the standpoint that I do not feel like a medic yet. I still have another medic sitting in the back of the truck, critiquing everything I do and giving me a safety net if I get in trouble. That gives me a sense of confidence and even possibly a false sense of security. The only aspect that has changed is I get to make the decisions and treat how I feel is appropriate. I still stop myself from asking if I should do something or if the medic wants something from time to time like I am still doing clinicals but, that is where the reality sets in. I do not know if it is a privilege or a burden to have this responsibility, probably a combination of both. One thing still remains true, I love this job.
I have had a RSI and a full arrest within the first two weeks. That was a huge confidence boost to know I could control the airway and manage difficult patients outside of clinicals. I have gotten to use CPAP and manage multiple respiratory distress patients. I have treated the standard chest pain patients and even had a transfer to the cath lab, starting and managing multiple drips. The years of experience and the year and a half in school are really coming together. One big lesson I have learned through this is, the year and a half in school and the certification has not made me a Paramedic. It only earned me the right to learn how to be a Paramedic, the real learning comes after the certification. It has been fun and challenging and that is why I love this line of work. It has been awesome to have a preceptor that was in EMS exactly one year after I was born over thirty years ago, someone that encourages and corrects but, lets me be myself with how I treat patients. I am looking forward to the next few weeks and in earning the right to my first shift as the only medic on the truck.