I haven't blogged for a bit so that the last post of mine would be at the top of the page for a while; I think it's an important issue that needs to be discussed in public.
I'm not as thin as I used to be. Come the end of April and I shall be engaging in that thing called 'exercise', my belly is resembling a pot and I get out of puff walking up two flights of stairs. This is not good for a youngish man such as myself.
It's good to see that my own mental image of my body is current though, otherwise I may well have got myself in some serious trouble.
We were called to a 'trapped behind locked doors', we arrived and the police were waiting for the 'enforcer', a ram that they use to knock down doors. Given that she was a little old lady, and that they could see her lying on the floor through an open window they didn't fancy smashing her door to pieces.
I looked at it, it was a very narrow opening but I thought that I would be able to make it.
The thing is; I'm a big kid at heart – give me a door to break down or a window to climb through and I'm a happy soul. It's not so much for the patient's benefit (although obviously I am thinking about the patient) it's more for the fun of the experience.
One of the police found a garden chair that I could stand on, and they eyed me suspiciously as I tried to slide through the window.
The fleece that I was wearing was padding me out too much, so I took it off.
I tried again, this time in was my pen, pen-torch and scissors in my shirt pocket that got in the way. I moved them into my trouser pocket.
One of the police asked if it would help if I were buttered up.
I pretended not to listen to him.
I managed to get my head and chest through the window, then my gut got in the way and there was a momentary fear that I would get stuck in this position, half in, half out the window. I sucked in my stomach and thought 'thin thoughts'. I managed to slip through the window only nearly killing myself in the sink.
I had a little ego boost as, panting heavily, I opened the door so that my crewmate could get in and we could look after the patient who was actually rather ill.
So yes… I need to lose some weight and get fitter than I am at the moment.
Tomorrow I shall be spending the day with Laura, the first chance to see her in a month as our shifts have been opposite each other. A nice trip to the museum I think.