Blood, Sweat Tea | Page 3

answer results in your baby being delivered by an ambulance bloke who has 1days' training in maternity (and who, to be honest, slept through most of it)?
Then when I take mother and baby into the same maternity department are you...
(a) Vaguely apologetic, or...
(b) Snotty towards the ambulance crew who did your work for you.
Can you guess that tonight I got (b) for both questions?
Otherwise it was a nice simple delivery, with dad shooting pictures on his mobile phone sending them to all and sundry while his wife was lying, bloodstained and naked on a leather sofa. Blood went all over that sofa, which come summer will start to smell just a little rank. Blood also went all over me (note to self - must remember to pack Wellington boots next time) and my acting skills ('Don't worry mum, all normal, I've done hundreds of deliveries') were tested to the limit.
...and I didn't have to pick up any alcoholics.
Why Would People Even Think It?
I have sometimes been astounded by the bloodymindedness of people, and sometimes by their stupidity. Now I am astonished at their petty nastiness.
I'm driving my 'big-white-van-with-blue-flashing-lights-and-a-siren' to a 1-year-old child with difficulty in breathing. While passing a group of youths on the pavement, one of them thinks that it would be a good idea to throw his bottle of coke at the ambulance, thus spraying my screen, obscuring my vision and nearly causing me to swerve into oncoming traffic.
All I can say is that it is lucky for them that I was going to a call, because if I hadn't I'd have shoved my boot up their arse.
Where in the tiny recesses of their minds does it seem like a good idea to throw something at an ambulance running on lights and sirens?
All I hope is that one day they need me, something likely given the amount of people like that who get stabbed in my neck of the woods, and I'm just that little too slow to save their worthless skins.
Payment Point
I get called to a lot of RTAs (that is, for the uninformed 'Road Traffic Accident'). I'd say that 90% of these are diagnosed as 'whiplash' (which is a muscular sprain of the neck - this is a minor injury that is treated with painkillers); I'd suggest that over half of these are an attempt to gain insurance money. In the ambulance trade we call this the 'Payment Point', referring to the point in the neck that is painful, and pays out the money.
Tonight I saw the most blatant attempt to get money from an 'accident'.
I was called to a flyover where two cars had been in a near collision, yes, a near collision. There was no damage to either vehicle, neither were there any skidmarks on the road. The 'patient' was the passenger of the car, and complained of pain on the right side of his neck. He was desperate to go to hospital, for what reason I did not know, as there was obviously no injury.
This was made even more evident when he forgot what side of his neck the pain was on. When I called him on this he pretended not to know what I was talking about.
Even the police were not above making fun of this idiot.
It probably didn't help that he was 10 years younger than me and cruising around in a red sports car.
Of course RTA is now RTC (Road Traffic Collision), because if it's an 'accident' then the police can't prosecute anyone.
Single
Although I do love my job dearly, there are a number of disadvantages. At the moment I am a 'relief' worker, which means although I have a main station, I can be sent anywhere in London to cover absences and holidays in the 'core' staff. I also don't have a regular crewmate... I am essentially the whore of the London Ambulance Service.
So, at the moment I am sitting on my backside at my main station with no-one to work with, watching daytime TV.
Bored, Bored, Bored, Bored...
Of course, at some point in the next 12hours I could be rushing off anywhere in London. Being on strange stations is actually quite good fun, as you get to meet new people and, lets face it, in this job moving around London just means 'same shit, different scenery'.
...But at the moment I'm bored...
Daytime TV, the ambulance relief's worst enemy. Thankfully I'm no longer a relief - I'm 'Core' staff now, which means I have a regular partner and I work mainly out of one station.
Some People Just Can't Wait
So, there I am in my Ambulance helping a bloke who was actually quite ill, when all of a sudden the back doors fly open and some idiot decides to start berating me because I'm blocking the road. Needless to say I am not