Mr. M. M. Esq.

Five jobs last night, none of which were particularly interesting – and none of which involved alcohol. I love Murphy's law for making these shifts particularly pleasant…
I offer this further bit of information with no bias, nor any particular message – but the Newham registry office has released the most popular names for babies in the area. For boys, the most popular name is Mohamed, while for girls, the most popular name is Fatima. As an aside, there are a lot of people who have the exceptionally original name of “Mohamed Mohamed”, to which I always ask which is the first name, and which is their second name…

Three jobs that warrant a mention – the first was a 39 year old male with a racing heart-beat. We got to him and discovered that he was in SVT, so we “blued” him into hospital where four doctors were waiting to treat him. His heartbeat returned to normal after they treated him with Adenosine. Why four doctors? Well I suspect it is because, like dealing with hypoglycemic patients, you can make an immediate difference in someones condition – and the patient normally comes away impressed. Dealing with SVT's were my favourite type of job when I worked in hospital.

Another vaguely interesting job was to a 16 year old female who had fallen from a garden fence after arguing with her sister. Fairly minor injuries – but a friendly, appreciative family. The memorable thing is that they live on an estate that is spread out over a wide area (the sort of place that is a nightmare to navigate, because the house numbering scheme seems like it was designed by a madman). Roaming the streets was a gang of feral teenage girls who, to be fair, did help us find the address – but I wonder at the parents who let their young children run around at half ten at night.

Finally we had a job for a kid who lives at “The Residential Home For Children With Behavioural Difficulties”, which is where feral children end up – and where they are allowed to stay up past 11pm watching music television, complain about the allergic reaction that their nicotine patch is giving them, and boss around the 'carers' who are supposed to be providing an example to live by, but are instead (I suspect) just looking forward to their next paycheck.

Bring back National Service I say…

7 thoughts on “Mr. M. M. Esq.”

  1. Why did I join the LAS?Well I had spent the last 8 years as an A&E nurse ina windowless box, surrounded by moaning relatives and as I didn't want promotion (arg! management) I thought a career change was in order.

    1) I work outside in the fresh air

    2) Normally only one patient at a time

    3) I only have to put up with a patient for 20 minutes, no matter how obnoxious they are.

    4) You are your own boss

    5) Get to poke around people's houses and be nosey

    6) Get to drive like a loon down the wrong side of the road

    7) More money than nursing

    8) I actually enjoy medical stuff

    9) Uniforms are nicer

    10) I get my own stab vest

  2. What made you want to join the ambulance service? Sorry if I am being nosey but I am really interestd, incase my back ever heals! If you still have my email addy feel free to add me to MSN as its my msn addy too, if you dont want to then thats fine too! :)Liz

  3. National service: contemplate the idea of the same feral children only with an accurate aim and easier acces to lethal weaponry. *shudders*

  4. ref: national service: 'tis british way to moan and groan. 28 bob a week and all found. A chance to shovel sand, cut grass with a pair of nail scissors and and traipse through a Borneo jungle, search out the back streets of Korea and an other feral spots. The chance to see Giza and the back end of a sphinx, swim in highly saled lakes and some even learnt to 'reed and rite and even reckon' and make a bed and stand by their boots with their bed in their hand, even found out what it meant to have the white glove treatment and short order parade, enjoy a cuppa of liquid that was neither coffee or tea or even cocoa[never did find out how the Naffi made it]. England in those days, many a lad got stuck in dead end jobs and service allowed them to get a trade, and some even found that they had a decent IQ ,after some school systems have written them off to be turnip pickers, many learnt such mundane how to drive or ride things with engines. It allowed those that did not have a life with those that did , when in a fox hole, an accent form Gorbels or 'heaton made no difference when metal was a comin.It gave many a second chance to expand their vision, it was strange that the skinny and the over weight became so trim with same disgusting food after 6 weeks of square bashing and finding their left foot was not on the same leg.

  5. Here in my region of the US, SVT is treat with adenosine by a single paramedic in the field… Much more impressive than 4 doctors 🙂

  6. Are you able to give Adenosine in the field? I would think so. Most jurisdictions here “accross the pond” carry it on their paramedic units.–maddog

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