I love my crewmate.
Not romantically mind you, that would be very wrong, but in a brotherly way.
You see, she's had a few days off work and I've had to work with other people. Now, these other people are fine people to be working with, but as I've never worked with them before we don't have the 'telepathy' that my regular crewmate and I share.
Let's imagine that we have a patient who is actually sick (I know, I know it hardly ever happens, but please bear with me) a simple glance from either one of us can let the other know what we are thinking with the patient being none the wiser.
It's nice not to notice that the nice ambulance people who are trying to treat you also think that you might end up shuffling off the mortal coil somewhat sooner than later.
The back of an ambulance is fairly cramped and so you work out fairly quickly how to work with the other person without bumping into them while still sharing out the jobs that need to be done. With a strange crewmate you find yourselves doing awkward shuffling dances in the back of the ambulance as one of you goes to put away the carry chair while the other tries to check a blood pressure.
With mixed sex crews there is also the potential of sexual harassment, thankfully my crewmate has managed to keep her womanly desires under control and away from groping my bum.
The current joke is that I'm looking for a divorce – like a married couple we finish each other's sentences, we whistle at the same tunes on the radio, we think alike and, like a married couple, I've stopped flirting with her.
Why, it's only a matter of time before I feel comfortable farting in the cab.
And of course, when we can, on nightshifts* we get to sleep together – me farting and drooling on one sofa while she snores and scratches herself on the other, slightly smaller, sofa.
Of course she does try to get me in trouble, like the time we were going to a little girl who'd apparently swallowed a magnet.
“You get bonus points if you can work a pun in there while you are talking to the mother”, she suggested.
“Like what?”, I asked.
“I don't know, something like 'I'm really attracted to your daughter'”
“Oh, so 'pun' is a new word meaning 'paedophile' and you want me getting arrested for telling a mother that I'm attracted to her three year old?”
She did manage to stop laughing by the time we reached the job.
So there you have it, part of the reason why I don't change ambulance station or go for my Paramedic qualification is that I just like working with her too much. A good crewmate makes all the difference to this job, and I'm glad I get to work with her.
*And by 'nightshift' I really mean any shift where we are left alone for longer than ten minutes – gotta grab those naps when you can.