This job followed on directly from the previous posting. We were sent to 'Female, head injury, police on scene'.
The patient ticked both the 'crack user' and 'prostitute' boxes on the “Is your patient a crack whore?” form.
She was in the garden of the house shouting and swearing at the lone police officer and the ambulance duty station officer who had been sent out as a first responder. Between near incoherent offensive language we discovered that the woman had a bit of a bruise to her head.
The mother had got into an argument with her fourteen year old daughter, after years of this behaviour the daughter had finally snapped and hit her mother around the head.
I spoke with the police officer, he told me that the child had only recently been returned to the mothers custody. The social workers involved in the case had said that, “The mother needs to take some responsibility for caring for her daughter”. The police officer was the same one who had driven the daughter home from the foster home.
The mother was well known to the police for the reasons given above.
He was feeling guilty as apparently the child was a 'good kid'.
Our patient was complaining of all over body pain, my crewmate took her into the back of the ambulance and did a sterling job of calming her down. The drive to hospital was uneventful.
The daughter had to be arrested, we are all crossing our fingers that the mother won't press charges.
We meet such lovely people in our line of work.
Only a short post as I need to get up in five hours for a long drive to… well… I'll tell you in a bit. That and Hallam Foe, why getting a 'job' when I'm not wearing my uniform is a pain in the bum and a general post about why it is nice to be a blogger, but also a bit worrying.
I am *such* a tease.