Well…today was not what you would call a barrel of laughs. I don't know if it was the weather, the lack of jobs (five jobs in a twelve hour shift does not make the shift pass quickly), or that I'm nearing the end of 5 sets of 12 hour days shifts – but I'm rather fed up.
It's not helped by being on your own in a car with no-one to talk to, and if you go back to the station for a bit of human contact you get shooed out by Control who want you either roaming the streets, or sitting at your standby point. Then I come home to an empty flat…
insert sound of mournful violins
There was one bright spark during the shift – that of a supposed heroin overdose. I turned up and the patient (female) was laying in bed asleep, also in the bed was a male. The patient turned out to be a heroin addict, on methadone and was also a prostitute. The flat was pretty much as you'd expect a junkie's flat to look.
The 'patient' was just sleeping, so I woke her up and she told me to go away, which I did – but only after checking her pulse, oxygen levels, blood sugar and so on and so forth.
Sitting in the car afterwards doing my paperwork, I found myself in a slightly better mood, it wasn't because the job was actually funny, nor was I bothered that if her 'male friend' had given her a shake she would have woken up without an RRU and ambulance being sent to her. But for some reason, unknown to be my mood was lifted, if only for a short while.
My final twelve hour shift of this run is tomorrow, when I shall try to post about standby points from my Smartphone. Then I have a week off – at least some of which will be spent running around nuclear bunkers and woods trying to shoot people with plastic pellets