I attended some interesting training on Saturday; Pediatric Education for the Prehospital Professional. My only complaint with the course was that it is slightly misnamed; it should be Pediatric Education for the Prehospital Practitioner as all of the twenty or so students were volunteers. It was very interesting from a lot of respects and very cheap; eight hours of training and a 200 page text (which had to be read before the class) for $20. The course was sponsored by a number of area Kiwanis organizations and they helped defray the cost. The American Association of Pediatrics (the author of the courseware and the certifying organization) site shows the course being offered for $160, so I, or rather my squad, certainly got a bargain. The course was given at the Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center… Now I can tell people I’ve had medical training at Dartmouth. The instructors were all DHMC people including several flight and PICU nurses.
The courseware was well done.
Kind of the big drawback for EMS training in general is that you never know when they are going to present you with some sort of disturbing photograph. Let me tell you, clinical videos of children with appearance abnormalities or various types of respiratory distress are bad, but pictures of abused children are way worse. I guess they want us to be able to identify abuse, so they showed us lots of those.
One of the students had her seven-month-old with her… A very cute kid. The mom was in my immobilization discussion group and as a result I got to help start spinal immobilization on an infant. The little girl was smiling and giggling the whole way through and was not at all upset by our holding her down on the backboard.
Kids of EMS people have special burdens. There was another five-year-old girl who had been made up to appear injured, however, she didn’t want to participate. I was at a training at the snotty ambulance squad last month where the five year old daughter of a paramedic knew how to competently backboard an adult. My own boys have a fair amount of experience as practice assessment subjects; the little one likes it as long as he can play with the tools but the bigger one disappears when I pull out my medical kit.
I stopped at a rollover on the highway on the way to class. Some bozo rolled his nice car into the median driving 50 mph in snow. I stopped and checked for life-threatening injuries. The accident seemed gentle, all in all; his airbags had not deployed and the car seemed to be in good shape. His inability to put down his phone and palm pilot long enough for me to ask him if he was okay indicated to me that he was doing fine, so I left.