As predictable as seasonal allergies, ants in the pantry, or pot holes in New England, once again EMS Week is here.

Our overseers partners at the American College of Emergency Physicians (ACEP) have a fun filled week of activities planned out for us. The ubiquitous and painful “blood pressure” clinics, demonstrations of equipment and what we do for the kiddies, and other activities for us to do on our “down time”. As opposed to relaxing on our down time, because we can’t have that.

Oh, and outreach to the elderly community, because none of them are familiar with EMS, right? Except that they are our best customers, and generally the most appreciative.

Here’s a radical idea. How about thanking the EMS crews for their hard work? Maybe take a week off from sending nag-a-grams about billing, documentation, response times, and all the other administrivia that consumes your brains.

Hospital Emergency Departments will join in the fun by offering food at, or more often just outside, the ambulance bay. Nothing says “we value you” more than stale bagels, donuts, and coffee on a cheap folding table. Unless it’s lunch time in which case it’s cold, greasy pizza on a cheap folding table. So much for heart healthy meals. Along with the cheesey gifts.

Of course since EMS is a Twenty-Four hour a day profession, these delightful morsels are only available for the day shift crews, with a little bit left over for the evening crews. If you happen to work the overnight shift, you don’t even exist, so forget it. Unless you consider cleaning up the wrappings and assorted trash left over from the day shift’s good times a celebration.

The folks over at the American Nurses Association are better at this, although there are no doubt nurses who feel differently. They minimize additional (non compensated) work for nurses and instead focus on celebrating nurses and nursing.

Just one more way in which the nursing profession outdoes the EMS trade in taking care of their interests.

EMS Week has as certain “Look at me, look at me, I’m important.” feel to it, an air of desperately seeking attention, if you will. The other 51 weeks of the year, we’re necessary, but not really important. Except of course to the small percentage of people who really do need an ambulance. Then, for a time, we’re the most important people in the world. Or at least in their world. They expect us to be there because that’s our job. I’m not sure that we should make a big deal about it, but it seems someone thinks we should.

EMS Week, meh. Give me Festivus any day.