Tonight, for some reason the traffic in the area was bleedin' awful (note the technical turn of phrase) – it took me 35 minutes to get out of the street from my flats, and my normal 15 minutes commute turned into 2 hours. It was like this across the whole of the area, which unsurprisingly has a big knock-on effect for the ambulance service.
Imagine, everyone coming in to work is stuck in traffic (and talking to our resource centre there apparently wasn't a single ambulance which wasn't affected by someone being late) – this obviously manages to reduce the number of ambulances on the road.
I would imagine the same is true for other essential workers, police, firefighters, nurses and more.
So the next time you are in a traffic queue, and you feel like cutting in front of someone because your journey home is more important than anything else, consider this – they may just be the person who will be cutting you out of the wreckage of your car later when you decide to drive down the wrong side of the road again.
The actual shift was quite pleasant – we did a handful of jobs one of which was a drunk! One of our regular callers had fallen over in the street after having a little too much of the funny juice.
Our last job was the only job of note. We got called to a 33 year old male who had 'difficulty in breathing'. When we got to the patient it transpired that he had was 'feeling funny'. Could this be because of a lowered blood sugar, a head injury or the patient being septic? Could it be an undiagnosed mental illness, an aura preceding an epileptic fit or a brain tumour? Or, more realistically, could it even have been because he had been smoking marijuana all evening? As I was driving I never got the chance to point out that this was the entire point of smoking the stuff, but we took him to hospital as it managed to finish our shift off nicely. You can see the Mensa members we find ourselves meeting on this job…