Excuse Me, What Was That?

Random ambulance call for a female with chest pain. Sounded simple enough over the pager. I head toward the station in my usual fashion, jump aboard the big, red, shoebox and hit the lights. Meanwhile another member of our department has so graciously responded to the scene, seeing as he lived quite close. He manages to hit all the important issues as he and the first responding officer give this little lady some much needed oxygen. With traffic not being an issue we pull up in the shoebox and start our ascent to the front door and our awaiting patient. We lock eyes with our firefighter and give him the "what do we have?" look.

He answers, very sheepishly from the patient's side, "She's got STD."

Now being dispatched for chest pain and then getting a patient with "STD" as he put it, amazing struck us odd. So almost in complete unison the entire peanut gallery shot back with,

"WHAT?"

Again, sheepishly, "She's got STD." As if he didn't want the to patient to hear any of this.

Now having no freakin idea why this is important to me I ask,

"But she's supposed to have chest pain?"

His reply, "She does, she's has a history of heart problems, her heart beats really fast sometimes."

I swear you could hear the cogs turning inside every one of our heads, as it became very apparent that the STD was quite possibly SVT.

With a quick conformation from the patient and a nice little 12 lead it was confirmed. And that my friends is just another reason to heckle the rookies. God just when you run out of material for continuously ripping on someone they drop something like this in your lap.

Needless to say, we will ride him like a rented mule until we see fit.