Interesting Flight stories

Hi Angelique777...Those are so funny! I have heard a few of those before. Here are some I thought you might get a kick out of:

Sick people don't *****.

Skin signs tell all.

When an OB pt screams "The baby's coming!" you better damn well believe her

About 80% of assault pts most likely deserved it.

The more gear you see on a paramedic's belt, the newer (s)he is.

When a pt says "I think I'm gonna die" he is probably right. (Well, most of them.)

People get into EMS because they either really want to help people or they need help themselves.

I work in a level one ER, but for fun (???!!!) I volunteer on my little rural EMS/fire dept. So...about three weeks ago, we get a call at 0030 for an adult female with difficulty breathing. It was within a mile of my house, so I roll out of my nice warm bed and drive over to the firehouse. There are two of us responding...we get to the house and find a party going on....a bunch of drunks sitting in the garage chugging beer, etc.. The patient is AAOx3, but intoxicated, denies any complaints. The other guys say..."hee hee hee, we wondered how long it would take you to come over here and you guys took a long time." Oh boy, not the thing to say to me! I blasted into him, then I called the county cops and they came over and issued tickets for public drunkeness - by this time the idiots had followed me out to the truck to further harass me while I was putting away equipment - in the street! Woo hoo!!!

After 12 years as a transport medic and now 2 as a flight nurse I think I have seen it all but no, we see something new everyday. Last trauma I went on I was informed my PD that "Oh before you tube him, I want you to know I took his 3 guns, 2 knives, latex gloves and ski mask away from him, he is "clean now."
Turns out the patient was driving the get away car from a robbery! (Oh course he makes a full recovery...)

I enjoy reading these stories and jokes...please keep sharing...

thanks

I'm not a flight nurse, but years ago was good friends with a pilot. He tells this story on himself:

"We were on our way to Kalispell, Montana to pick up a heart patient. (We were living in Spokane at the time.) It was a dark, snowy night and we probably shouldn't have been flying, but the cardiologist insisted that he couldn't do anything for the guy in Kalispell, and he needed to get him back to Spokane so his partner could cath the guy. I'd flown to Kalispell a thousand times, and I was sure I could do it in my sleep.

We were almost to Kalispell, and the snow was getting worse . . . no problem. I have instruments. Huh? No instruments! OK, no problem. I've flown to Kalispell a thousand times (well, a hundred anyway) and I can find that hospital in my sleep. I just fly up this valley, and the hospital is right . . . . . there! The hospital should be right there! It's all snowy and all, but I know where I am! Oh, wait! There's the big building -- it's all covered with snow, but there it is! Just in time, too, because it's all dark and my fuel is getting low, and that damned nurse is giving me a bad time about am I sure I know where I'm going. Of COURSE I know where I'm going. I'm the one flying this thing, you just worry about the patient.

That's funny -- there's no lights in the landing area. They knew we were coming! Why no lights? I've lander here a dozen times before and I never noticed that FENCE. Or those UTILITY POLES! What's up with this? Uh Oh. This isn't the hospital."

Nor was it Kalispell. He'd landed in a lumber yard just over the border into Canada. Once he landed, the Royal Canadian police showed up to demand what in the H he thought he was doing -- and they wouldn't let him take off again. The entire flight crew sat on that helicopter in that lumber yard all night while the Canadian authorities burned up the phone lines talking to the folks back in Spokane.

I don't think he'll ever live that one down!

Hi guys just new to this group and wanted to share one of my fligt experience.
One day when we are landing to a very small runway we were shocked to see that cows are running on the runway. But the pilots were very experienced and saved our life just 4 inches (of the right wing)

Last summer we were dispatched to a MVC. it was about midnight and there was some ground fog up near the LZ which was adjacent to a lake. unable to land due to the fog we coordinated with ground EMS to rendevous at an alternate site. we landed and the ambulance pulled in to the parking lot. as we were transferring the pt. to the helicopter we lost pulses and started to code the pt. long story short, the pt did not survive. we contacted medical control and called it at the scene. our pilot was in hte get go mode due to weather closing in and we had to cross a river valley to get home. we all did the walk around and beat feet out of there. once we got some altitude we could see the fog in the river valley was heavy and as we overflew the rural county airport (they have lights) we commented on that worse case we land there and wait it out.
So by now it's 0200 and as we look out across the valley. there is no way were going to get home; the fog was like a blanket and spreading fast. The pilot said "coming right" and he banked us into a 180 and headed back to the airport. After a few minutes we saw faint lights and landed at the airport as the fog literally rolled in. We disembarked and you could barely see your hand outstretched in front of you.
I grabbed a barrier sheet and laid it out in the grass and was settling in for the night when the pilot (a history buff) walked over and said "during the civil war, soldiers use to 'spoon' due to the lack of shelter." I opened my eyes and said...."SO, go get your own sheet!"
The pilot said, "you took the last one."
I said, "you can have the FAR side and NO SPOONING !"
The medic laid down on the tarmac, propped his head on a skid and said "goodnight boys."

We always tell the pilot he can have the stretcher....God knows I'm never going to lay on that disgusting thing.

I just have to share this one....we were going on a neonatal transport out to a smaller facility. We get there and we are just hovering and hovering...I turn my earset on to the pilots and here them saying..what an idiot! I look down and there in the middle of the big H of the landing pad is some yahoo security guard waving his arms like "Come on Down right here, I'm directing you like the guys at the airport..come on down" The pilots were grumbling...we should just land on him and say we never saw him. They had to radio our dispatch to call and get this bone head off the pad. Boy, did he get chewed out by our pilots

just saw this thread. man, hard to pick a story. we've had security guards waving us into parking lots with a chain being whipped around by the rotor wash, we couldn't believe the guard wasn't clobbered by the thing. Fire depts. have "guided" us onto the interstate and I saw a tension cable at the very last second (so close I thought for sure we were going to ditch from 50').
probably the most life-changing flight I ever had was responding to an 8 y.o. girl who had been in a rollover on an ATV. She had an open skull fx, significant oropharyngeal bleed, seizing, vomitting, no IV, HR 50s, barely palpable peripheral pulses when we landed. I started an EJ and gave her the versed & sux...then could not suction her out fast enough to ever see the cords. 2 failed attempts and I looked at the Lifepak, her HR 38 and SpO2 63%, her little hands were so blue and cold. I thought "Oh my God, we're going to end up doing CPR in just a minute."
I said a small prayer (not being self-righteous, but that's just what I did), stuck my hand in her mouth, felt the base of the tongue/epiglottis and just lifted up on it and passed the ET tube that way. Started bagging and her HR/SpO2 immediately increased. To make a long story short she continued to improve on the flight in. Several months later I was walking out to the helicopter to get something and an older lady came toward me pushing a little girl in a wheelchair. I thought she was just wanting to see the aircraft so I went over to open the gate and the lady said "I remember you were the one who came for my grand-daughter." then I realized who they were. she now had a disconjugate gaze but could speak clearly, all I could remember was that little girl, covered in blood, laying there on the ground.
I was completely choked up when the little girl wanted to show me how she was re-learning to walk. She took 2-3 steps and then fell into my arms, I"m not ashamed to say I completely lost it and sat there on the skids and cried with her Grandmother. I feel like a miracle happened and I just happened to be there to witness it, because I surely don't feel like I actually saved her life as much as God did.
Don't know if anyone's still reading this thread but that's by far the most amazing experience I've had aside from the birth of my own kids.
stay safe out there.