I wonder what it would be like – for each 911 call – to arrive on scene and have that scene always be a clean exam room full of soft white light where your patient has been bathed and dressed in a hospital gown and lays or sits on an exam table, awaiting you. Before you walk into the room, there is a chart for you. You can read the patient’s complete medical history as well as review the vital signs an EMT has just taken for you. Then you walk into the room and introduce yourself and your patient smiles and looks at you with reverence and speaks clearly and understandably when you ask them questions, and answers those questions fully and truthfully.
“So how long have you been coughing up the green phlegm,” you ask. Or “Tell me how much cocaine you did before you developed this chest pain?” Or “Tell me about how you got stabbed here in the stomach?”
There would be no vomiting third floor carry-downs, no hoarders laying in their own feces. No barking dogs. No blaring TVs. No belligerent drunks with blood streaming down their faces from deep head gashes. No driving rainstorms or thorny bushes to make your way through. No maggots. No Urine. No smells that test your retch threshold.
Just Ivory-soad scented patients and straight forward medicine. All in a clean well-lit room.
I wonder what that would be like?