We’re transporting a 15-year-old hyperglycemic boy who is vomiting a lot of clear liquid. I stuff a bunch of paper towels into a large vomit basin to try to keep the liquid from sloshing around. It smells like 7-Up.
“Alright. I know you don’t feel good, but PLEASE hold on to this. Do NOT drop it.”
As if no one can see what’s going to happen next.
Five minutes later, the liquid is running up and down the ambulance floor…
“I TOLD you not to drop the bucket. What’s the matter with you?”