1leglance
2007 Expedition Trophy Champion, Overland Certifie
If you ever have been in a serious backcountry medical situation then you know the feeling of intense pressure of having every ones eyes on you. Well now imagine taking it up a notch and being in another country, having young men with machine guns watching closely and a screaming nine year old girl just inches from your ears.
This was my recent experience in Baja Mexico when we were stopped at a Federal checkpoint outside of Gonzaga Bay. A fisherman I had met the day before was there and knew I was some sort of medical person, the young men with big guns in uniforms ask if we would help and out of a Toyota comes a young father and his nine year old daughter holding her wrist.
Being an Intensive Care Nurse I am often involved in life and death situations, chest compressions, shocking people, drugs, and more. Yet this all happens in the safety and security of a huge urban hospital with plenty of doctors, nurses, respiratory therapist and a ample stock of the modern whiz bang machines we all know and love. But since I often find myself in remote areas, I am also a Wilderness EMT and carry a large, well stocked Adventure Medical Kit.
On this particular Disabled Explorers Adventure our double amputee participant has First Responder Training and one of our volunteers is a Paramedic. So with the knowledge that I had solid backup, my Spot Satellite Messenger, and a couple of big First Aid kits in our group I jumped down from the Sportsmobile W.A.V.E. (wheelchair accessible van for expeditions).
My first impression as the screaming young girl came out of the truck was that she had broken or severely sprained her wrist. She was holding it with her other hand wrapped around the wrist, out in front of her with the wrist bent. I was momentarily relieved by the thought that we would only need to splint, wrap and ice it before sending them on the 3 hour journey to San Felipe's Clinica.
Oh for all the money I would have if I got paid for every wrong first impression in the world. As she turned I saw the neon green glow of a fishing lead line tied to a large rusty hook that was deeply embedded in the meaty outside of her palm. I would have even more money if I was paid for all the times in life we wished we could just disappear from a scene and forget it ever happened.

This was my recent experience in Baja Mexico when we were stopped at a Federal checkpoint outside of Gonzaga Bay. A fisherman I had met the day before was there and knew I was some sort of medical person, the young men with big guns in uniforms ask if we would help and out of a Toyota comes a young father and his nine year old daughter holding her wrist.
Being an Intensive Care Nurse I am often involved in life and death situations, chest compressions, shocking people, drugs, and more. Yet this all happens in the safety and security of a huge urban hospital with plenty of doctors, nurses, respiratory therapist and a ample stock of the modern whiz bang machines we all know and love. But since I often find myself in remote areas, I am also a Wilderness EMT and carry a large, well stocked Adventure Medical Kit.
On this particular Disabled Explorers Adventure our double amputee participant has First Responder Training and one of our volunteers is a Paramedic. So with the knowledge that I had solid backup, my Spot Satellite Messenger, and a couple of big First Aid kits in our group I jumped down from the Sportsmobile W.A.V.E. (wheelchair accessible van for expeditions).
My first impression as the screaming young girl came out of the truck was that she had broken or severely sprained her wrist. She was holding it with her other hand wrapped around the wrist, out in front of her with the wrist bent. I was momentarily relieved by the thought that we would only need to splint, wrap and ice it before sending them on the 3 hour journey to San Felipe's Clinica.
Oh for all the money I would have if I got paid for every wrong first impression in the world. As she turned I saw the neon green glow of a fishing lead line tied to a large rusty hook that was deeply embedded in the meaty outside of her palm. I would have even more money if I was paid for all the times in life we wished we could just disappear from a scene and forget it ever happened.
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