Three Nights Later

So far the calls that I have gone to on the RRU have been the normal run-of-the-mill things that I go to when I'm working on an ambulance. I've had a couple of Diarrhoea & Vomiting (but then recently everyone has had at least a couple of Diarrhoea & Vomiting). I've had people who get confused between their abdomen and their chest – so I've been going to people with constipation who have described their pain as 'Chest pain', thus making it a high priority call. I've also been going to all manner of illness typified by 'difficulty in breathing', in which there is no difficulty at all, more like a blocked nose.
Add to this the normal 'hot children', and you can see I've been on fairly familiar ground.

There have been one or two jobs of interest – one was a gentleman who was having an Anterior Myocardial Infarction (heart attack) while he was sitting in front of me. Thankfully the ambulance was pretty close behind me, so I had just enough time to get a history and start giving some oxygen before they turned up. They did a 12 lead ECG on the back of the ambulance and this confirmed the MI.

I went to a job the night before last that was a nightmare in an organisational way, still at least it wasn't a medical emergency.

I got sent to 124 Berry Road (not the real address) for a 'Severe difficulty in breathing', but when I turned up there was another RRU outside the address knocking on the door. I checked with the other RRU, and he was having trouble getting anyone to open the door – but didn't need my help, so I started to head back to the station.

Then I got a call on the phone that the patient had given the wrong address, and was in fact at number 128, so I headed back to make sure the other RRU knew.

As I pulled up outside the new address a woman came out of number 130, and beckoned me inside – thinking that there was still a communication failure I entered, and looked for the other RRU.

Except he wasn't there – he was in number 128 with his patient, and I had stumbled across a completely different case. This patient had stomach pains and diarrhoea.

Eventually everyone who needed an ambulance got one – but it just goes to show how confusing it is when neighbours call ambulances independently of each other at 3am in the morning.

Neither of the patients actually warranted an ambulance, but neither drove, and they didn't think to call a minicab

I've also been climbing over 7ft gates to get to heroin users who had painful injection sites.

I love my job.

I now have three days off before beginning a set of four day shifts (06:30 ? 18:30). I shall be spending part of it in “World of Warcraft”.

European servers, 'Earthen Ring' Realm, with a character rather imaginatively called 'Reynolds'.

11 thoughts on “Three Nights Later”

  1. Nope ambulances are free, as should be. You will always get a few idiots who abuse the system but it's better to have that than have people die rather than call an ambulance.

  2. In Toronto, the charge for an ambulance is about $50 Cdn. It is not an extreme amount but cuts down on nuisance calls, as it is about double the cost of a taxicab to get to the hospital.

  3. You didn't think you were gonna make more of a difference other than to ORCON did you? Same sh1t, different mode of transport love.

  4. Do you RRu's have favoured spots where you hand around waiting for a call to come over the radio? There is one here that likes to sit the end of my road for a couple of hours a day before moving off to hang around the university campus.

  5. Actually, the charge in Ontario, Canada is $45 for ambulance calls that are deemed “necessary” and $185 for what i would call waste-of-time calls, such as the “itchy foot” call my friend got on one of his shifts as a paramedic.

  6. i had an rru turn up at my house once…call center monkey: “is the patient breathing?”

    me: “yes”

    call center monkey: “right then i'll just hit no instead”

    rru was in the car park before i got off the phone (under 30 seconds)…he looked very disappointed when he realised his patient wasn't dead.

  7. Yep, agreed.I'd rather go to days full of crap, rather than not go to a little old lady who needs an ambulance, but is scared of the cost.

    It's bad enough when I turn up to a place, only to have a little old lady having a heart attack tell me that she 'didn't want to both me'.

    And this after spending all shift dealing with drunkards who expect a top-notch service for their cut fingers.

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