Greetings and Salutations!
I’m Paramedic Shaolin Trommashere, but you can call me Shao, Shaolin, Medic Trommashere, what have you. I am from Secret Location , Even More Secret Location. I’ve been working in EMS since 2002; 6 years as an EMT, and slowly rounding out year 3 as a Paramedic. My “About Me” photo is of my dog, you’ll hear me refer to him as The White Puppy. He is a two year old White German Shepherd and he, every so often, gets to accompany me when I play Paramedic or Fire Fighter. Back home, he loved to ride in hose beds with his fire helmet and bandana for parades.
I moved from one secret locatiobn to the next because I needed a change. EMS was becoming too constricted; EMT’s were being used as nothing more than under appreciated chauffers, Medics were nothing more than overtrained EMT’s. A Medic couldn’t breathe without permission from Medical Command. Thinking outside the box was not permitted, was punished in its own right. I needed something that would allow me to flex my Medic muscles. Who knew I would’ve found it on my first try.
I found a place where, I have the flexibility and the autonomy to think about my patient, not about my protocol. EMS isn’t driven by the dollar sign, but by the patient and the people we serve.
At the same time, I don’t have the same flexibility I did back home. I have one hospital to go to and it’s not a trauma center. The ambulance crews consist of a bunch of EMT’s and people who have basic first aid training. Paramedic help comes from one central location. All in all, I feel better about EMS than I have in a very long time.
Frequently Asked Questions:
What’s your real name?
I haven’t posted my real name or location because I don’t want to…yet. I am trying to show that, I am blogging for the sheer hell of it. I’m not trying to become famous or anything, not like that wouldn’t be awesome if that happened, but that isn’t my point of doing this. We’ll get to why I’m doing this in a moment.
When are you going to “come out” and tell us more about yourself?
I promised myself that I wouldn’t say anything until I felt ready. It will most likely be the first EMS Convention I go to in the coming months, so watch the blog to see if I’ll be coming to a convention near you!
Where did the name come from?
I wrote a paper for High School when I used becoming an EMT as a 4 year project. The title that seemed most appropriate was this. My mother had gotten me a pair of pink trauma shears when I graduated EMT school, so this was a homage to her as well.
How can I contact you?
You can reach me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I check it on a pretty regular basis. You can also reach me through comments. I respond to them on a regular basis as well as E-mail, so don’t hesitate to drop me a line, I’d love to hear from you.
Why are you doing this?
I want to change the face of EMS as we know it. After attending the JEMS Convention and getting to listen to and meet the creators of Chronicles of EMS, it got me excited. Ever since I started in this field, I wanted to change it, turn it on its ear and make something awesome. I am tired of watching bad providers make a horrible name for this profession. I and many other EMS bloggers feel the same way; we want to make this better. This is EMS 2.0 to take a phrase from CoEMS, and we need to catch up. For too long, we have sat back and let those who shouldn’t, lead, and those who should, get trampled on. Visionaries, those ahead of their time were trounced beneith the feet of those who felt the old ways were the best.
You know what I’m talking about. The Medic you wanted to work on your family, your friends, the ones who could take care of a multi-system trauma patient with nothing more than a phone book, tooth pick, an ice pack, and a bottle of water. They treated every patient as if they were their own family. These were the “bad” Medics, the ones who were called dangerous; they don’t follow protocol, they don’t think inside the box. These Medics fade from existance, burnt out after one too many services treated them like crap. The “bad” Medics were the ones who were made supervisors, the ones who couldn’t handle a BLS patient without calling out the calvary. If their patient didn’t stay within the confines of the protocol, they didn’t know what to do.
I want to be a part of the revolution, the quelling of the old school where wrong was swept under the rug, and the right was denied its rightful place. Those who are proactive, who are aggressive and who know what they’re doing, where continuing education is celebrated, not done grudgefully.
This is what I want, this is why I blog, and this is why I’m hot…