welcome to my life

Last week I had an encounter with a real life case of an NSmen, apparently collapse after a 2.4km run

Initally I had no idea that the NSmen was lying on the grandstand, only till one of the RT personnel informed us about him.

When I first approached him, he was breathless, and couldn't fimish his sentences.

I went and give him oxygen from my oxylator, but he still looked as pale as he can be.

I asked the PTI to stretcher him into the resus room and started to do out resus drills.

It was as crazy as it can get though. 

We ice packed him, iv-ed and constantly reassured the patient.

At last, after 30mins, the patient recovered and felt better.

At that time, I told myself how important being a medic was

Imagine if no one told me he was lying over there, he could have been in a worse state

That wasn't all

The next day, another guy came in with hyperventilation

He was pretty confused, and moaning in pain as he had cramps everywhere

It was scary though, but after diazepam was injected into him, he managed to calm down and recover

To be honest, when I first went into the medic course, I was afraid as hell

I was afraid that I wouldn't be composed enough to be able to manage the patient

But as times go by, I feel myself being able to confidently manage them.

It was a real confidence boost to me.

If I want to, I have to be patient

Rushing into things will never bring mr anywhere

I defintely have learnt from the past, and im never gonna put myself in the same situation anymore

Action means more than words

But hoe should I even approach this?

I wonder, really