McClain, Paramedics, Qualified Immunity, Other Thoughts

Many of you may have already read the verdicts rendered for Jeremy Cooper and Peter Cichuniec, two Aurora-area Firefighter/Paramedics who were involved in the care and transport of Elijah McClain in 2019 in Aurora, Colorado. The encounter between Mr. Mcclain, Aurora PD, and Aurora FD ultimately resulted in his untimely death. For those unfamiliar with the case, the brief summary is thus:

A suspicious person call resulted in a PD stop of Elijah, who was walking home from a convenience store with the merchandise he purchased. Several Aurora PD officers on-scene attempted to restrain Elijah, ultimately utilizing a carotid choke hold to subdue him to the ground. During this time, EMS was also summoned as he was suspected to be suffering from “excited delirium” – a diagnosis made by PD, not by EMS, as they had not yet arrived on-scene. When AFD arrived on-scene, according to body-cam footage, the FF/Medics were directed by PD to restrain Elijah with Ketamine because of his apparent excited state (it was later determined he was likely hypoxic from the carotid hold, and not because of an underlying drug- or psychosis-related delirium state) and the paramedics, without performing their own physical exam, checking any vital signs, or determining the appropriate course of action, seemed to follow directions from APD, who do not have medical control authority over AFD. The paramedics administered 500mg of Ketamine (likely an inappropriate dose and inappropriate medication to give in the first place), and then placed Elijah in a prone position on the stretcher for transport. No vital signs were assessed and he remained handcuffed and prone for enough of a period of time to cause apnea (stopped breathing) and went into respiratory arrest, ultimately going into cardiac arrest and dying while under EMS care and in APD custody.

This case should give anyone working in EMS chills. I work daily with my law enforcement brothers and sisters, and I have their back, just as I know that they have mine. We have not just an unspoken bond, but we frequently assure each other that we trust each other and know that if the proverbial shit hits the fan, we’ll be coming to assist each other, no questions asked. All of that being said, if I showed up on scene and a deputy asked me to take down a patient with a sedative, no questions asked, I’d have to pause and wonder why. This is not the norm for our system, law enforcement making requests for medical procedures. It’s not the norm in any system I’ve ever worked in. It’s certainly not legal, and it’s not good practice to take medical orders from outside your chain of command or outside of your medical direction. So I have to wonder – WHY did these paramedics arrive on-scene, even if they saw what appeared to be a patient actively fighting with PD and in an acute psychosis state, and proceed to bypass all good practice in medicine and administer a medication without following the five patient rights for medication? This is a list we have drilled into our heads from the very beginning of paramedic school:

  1. Right Medication
  2. Right Dose
  3. Right Route
  4. Right Time
  5. Right Patient

If any one of those isn’t “RIGHT” – then you don’t give the medication! If they had stopped to consider if this was the right patient to receive Ketamine, they would not have given it. If they had taken the time to really evaluate their patient and get a good weight estimate, they would have realized that 500mg was much too high a dose, and the closer examination might have afforded them the chance to re-examine their patient for a better outcome, avoiding the need to give Ketamine at all. The time, and route – maybe taking the time to establish an IV and build a rapport with the patient would have also afforded a little more time to evaluate and examine the patient prior to administering the medication. I don’t know. I wasn’t there. I’ve been on plenty of excited delirium calls where IV establishment is not only not practical, but dangerous, so this is not always the correct route of practice, but taking the time to at least consider it affords more time to examine the patient, at least.

Please do not misunderstand me, either. I am not blaming the Ketamine for Elijah’s death. The calculated dose for the patient, as I have read, would have been between 425 and 445mg IM (intramuscular), and I don’t believe that receiving an extra 75mg-55mg of Ketamine is what led to this young man’s demise. The fact that he was likely given the medication rapidly, without any pre-assessment, and without any monitoring afterwards, while he was already in a hypoxic state, and then left in a prone position to suffocate, again, without monitoring of any kind, is what killed him. THAT is the dangerous practice that these paramedics engaged in and are being punished for. The Ketamine makes for a salacious headline, but it’s the poor patient management and lack of compassionate monitoring and evaluation that brought about the respiratory and cardiac arrest that killed Elijah, not the sedative dose he was given.

One of the most disturbing parts of this case is that the paramedics in this case tried to rely on Qualified Immunity to protect themselves from criminal and civil penalties. Qualified Immunity is something I have studied at great length as part of my masters program, and I am confident, without much in-depth insider knowledge of this case, in saying that these paramedics do NOT in any way, shape, or form, deserve to be granted qualified immunity. Essentially, in order to be granted QI, you must act within the bounds of your training, and, using your training, work for the good of your patient to cause no harm. These paramedics not only acted outside the bounds of their department SOGs and COGs, but outside the bounds of basic paramedicine when they ignored the rules of medication administration and then failed to properly care for and monitor their patient after giving the medication. There are a number of articles out there, both in the EMS industry and publicly, suggesting that this verdict may “give public responders pause” as a result of this verdict which seems to go against Qualified Immunity status for these first responders. I do not believe it will. I think that every single day, all across America, thousands upon thousands of first responders answer the call for help in your hometown with respect and due diligence for care and respect, and we do it with pride and with the knowledge that being invited into your home or place of business is a privilege, and one not taken lightly.

Had these paramedics taken the time to properly evaluate and care for their patient with compassion, patience, and diligence owed to every single person we come in contact with, I firmly believe that if there had still been a negative outcome, they would have been easily protected by Qualified Immunity since their intentions for good patient care would have been obvious. It was the rapid, cavalier, reckless manner in which they delivered their patient care and then the utter failure to monitor Elijah after giving him a sedative medication that sealed their fate. Cooper and Cichuniec may have been talented paramedics in their time, but they demonstrated on this call that their lack of compassion and burnout had far surpassed their ability to provide competent, deliberate, accurate care for anyone in their service area, let alone a scared young man in police custody.

Out with the old…

Out with the old, and in with the new, they say, right? It’s a small thing, but the red penlight on the right has been with me for the better part of 15 years. I think it maybe was a gift when I graduated from paramedic school. It’s been in my sleeve pocket or shirt pocket on literallyevery single EMS call I’ve gone on since then, and has assisted me with assessing thousands of patients. It recently started malfunctioning, and despite having survived several trips through the wash, untold rolls under the stretcher wheels, drops down stairs, and being forgotten in ambulance footwells, patient homes, and on sidewalks, somehow it always managed to find its way back to me. Tonight it finally gave up the ghost, and I replaced it with a new blue one of the same model, a Streamlight Stylus Pro. (why in the world would I look for a new model after such good service from the original?)

I know many of my colleagues trust the disposable penlights handed out by the service they work for, but there’s something meaningful and tangible to me of having my own diagnostic tools available and at the ready. I think my wife rolled her eyes a little when I expressed some sadness at the idea of moving on from ol trusty rusty here, and I get it. It is, after all, just a thing, an inanimate object that I have assigned meaning to over the years. It has no feelings or thoughts and won’t know that I have replaced it with a cleaner, shinier, better-working version of itself. And yet…. there’s a tiny part of me that will miss ol’ red, it won’t be the same penlight I’ve had for all these years in my pocket. There’s something to be said for consistency, and I find great comfort in it. Anyway, can’t help patients with a broken penlight, so I must move forward and start another 15 year adventure with blue here, and see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into!

Thanks for reading my ramblings. If you got this far… are there any tools or gadgets you hold on to despite their obvious replace-ability?

My New “Worst Call Ever” Has Arrived

Ask any EMS or other public safety professional what stereotypical trope in conversation they hate the most, and they’ll probably tell you not to ask “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever seen on a call?” – and for good reason. We don’t like revisiting those calls. We don’t need to trudge them back up into memory for your own personal entertainment. We have our own ways of dealing with the feelings and memories surrounding those calls, and a lot of them are private, sensitive topics and are not for public discussion. Certainly not around the dinner table, or standing at the grill in the backyard over a couple of beers. Not only that, but you, as an outside observer, likely have no idea the amount of trauma you’re about to be subjected to by engaging in experiencing such a traumatic experience in whatever vivid detail we decide to come up with in response to your imposition. Asking a public safety professional to rehash their “worst call ever” is like asking a loved one “what’s your most painful memory and would you mind sharing that with me just for giggles?”

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Revisiting Mental Health…. Again…. and Again…

I wrote about the Code Green Campaign back in 2016 in my post about calling a code on our mental health. I was talking about how some of my “ghosts” haunt me, revisit me, remind me of some of the worst calls I’ve ever been on. It happens to me frequently. At night. During the day. When my mind wanders. When I run into an old partner. When I run the same type of call. When I’m training a new hire and they ask a question that reminds me of a patient with the same type of symptoms. I guess since I’ve been “doing this” for 15+ years, I’ve run enough calls that I’ve got more than a few bad memories stacked up inside my head, and some of them bubble up to the surface occasionally. Sometimes I can just shake it off. Sometimes they stick around, and I sit with it for a while and think about how the call went. How it made me feel then, and how it makes me feel now. Sometimes I think about what lessons I still carry with me as a result of the call, because I try to never let a “bad” call be in vain. A very dear mentor friend of mine told me that every death in the field should be a gift in some way to a field provider, that we should still be able to learn from it, and grow stronger as providers and be able to better care for patients and their family members as a result of having gone on that call, even if we weren’t able to have a positive outcome for that particular patient. I also write things down in journals, so I can look back and reflect on them. I talk to friends and coworkers. I talk to my family, sometimes more than they would like, I think. Probably most importantly, I talk to a therapist. Not as often as I should, but I have built a trusting relationship with a clinically trained therapist who specializes in working with public safety employees, and I know that I can reach out to her when needed, and that’s a valuable tool in my mental health toolbox. So why am I revisiting this topic again, today?

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Lifesaver? Hardly.

This lifesaver pin was presented to me to celebrate my first CPR “Save” – when, early in my EMS career, I worked as part of a team of EMS professionals to apply CPR (Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation) to a Sudden Cardiac Arrest victim, and this resulted in the patient having their pulse restored long enough to be transported via ambulance to an ER for definitive care for their blocked coronary artery. The patient lived, was able to walk out of the hospital, and to the best of my knowledge, lived a long and happy life for a good number of years after that. I wear this pin with pride, celebrating this moment in my career when I worked as part of a team of professionals to truly save a life, to help literally bring somebody back from the dead, to give them a second chance at life. To make the biggest, greatest, possible difference in a human being’s world one could ever possibly hope to make.

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The People Who Make Up My Life

My wife joined my life journey unexpectedly, and has remained a steadfast and constant source of compassion and comfort.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how people move in and out of my life. Quickly. Slowly. Suddenly and abruptly. Gradually or almost without noticing. The amount of time they spend in my life, in my physical presence seems completely unrelated to the amount of time they remain in my conscious and subconscious mind for days, weeks, and years after we part ways. Did they become a part of my life because I was born into a family they were already a key part of, as with my Gramma, and so I never knew a world without her as I grew up, forming every early memory and becoming the person I am today with so many of her fingerprints all over my way of thinking, of being, how I interact with people, how I think about the world around me? Or were they a coworker who became like a family member to me, a brother or sister, who I could trust with my life in a heartbeat, and who would trust me with theirs just the same? Were they a patient? Brought into my life by maybe the worst part of theirs, expecting me to solve their most dire problem at a moment’s notice, together for perhaps only minutes or an hour, and gone again just as fast.

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EMS Week 2020!

EMS_Week_2020_Final_CMYK-scaledIt’s EMS WEEK 2020! It sure doesn’t feel like it, though. Usually as we are approaching this week, we’re talking about crew breakfasts, the EMS week banquet, service recognition events, team-building, and other fun events. Instead, our discussions are focused on things like PPE utilization, COVID alert rates, disease spread, and community fatality rates. Much of the work that ACEP and NAEMT have done in preparing for EMS Week this year has basically been to support all of us in EMS in continuing to do the job that we love so much in the face of such a strange and challenging pandemic, rather than their traditional roles of cheer-leading and boosting morale during this week. Continue reading “EMS Week 2020!”

Connecting with a Drug Overdose Patient

Freehold-Heroin-Possession-Offense (1)She’s only 20 years old*. 15 years younger than me. Laid out on the ground in front of the house. It’s 40 degrees outside at 1am here in Texas. Her boyfriend woke up and found her not breathing and did CPR on her while waiting for us to show up. The police showed up first and she woke up. They started their investigation before Fire and EMS even made it to the scene, and proudly declared to me that they had discovered heroin and drug paraphernalia inside the house. All around me are public safety employees shouting at this young woman, “what did you take?” and “what are you on?” and “whose drugs are inside the house?” Continue reading “Connecting with a Drug Overdose Patient”

I owe some of you an apology…

Throughout my EMS career, I’ve often wondered why a certain subset of people call 911 so often. Seemingly minor concerns are blown way out of proportion, and, throwing logic and reason to the wind, they demand that the patient be taken to a specialty ER for examination by a specially trained physician.

Who are these people? What subset of the patient population could I be referring to?

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Bringing New Life Into the World

storkI don’t often share much about my personal life through this blog, but I am elated to share with you, my readers, that my wife and I are expecting our first child, a boy, due in January 2018! Admittedly, this is a very happy, hectic, exciting time in our lives, and I can’t help but think back on some of the times that I had the opportunity to share in the beginning of a new life in my EMS career.

I’ve had the privilege of assisting with the delivery of 4 babies in my career. I know plenty of medics who go their entire careers without a single field delivery. I guess I’m just lucky? I do feel that it’s a privilege. Very few calls are so high-acuity, with the potential for SO many things to go wrong, as a childbirth. At the same time, very few calls can be SO thrilling and amazing and emotional when everything goes right and you end up with a healthy baby to hand over to Mom. Thanks to the miracles of modern medicine, doctors are much better at predicting due dates and monitoring pregnancies as they progress, so field deliveries have become much less common than they were in decades past. However, sometimes things catch you by surprise, sometimes mothers (for some reason) elect to forgo prenatal care, and sometimes it’s just chance that a mother winds up delivering a baby at home or in an ambulance. For the record, if I never have another field delivery in my career, I’d be OK with that. It’s a stressful, messy, high-acuity call, and having been a part of 4 of them, I can say that I truly do appreciate the miracle of life.

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