What To Tell?

How can I best tell you about my night?
Shall I tell you about how I kept my cool when I found out that I had been waving my (ungloved) hand through my patient's vomit?

Instead should I write about the alcoholic couple who called for me because one of them had had piles (hemorrhoids) for the past couple of years – and then started arguing amongst themselves?

How about the despair I feel when I keep turning up to the same nursing home, for patients who are always given as 'not eating', yet when I turn up the patient is about as close to death as you can get? How the 'nursing' staff seem surprised that the patient has so 'suddenly' deteriorated? Or how the 'nurses' are so thick they can't tell I'm being angry/sarcastic at them?

How about being called to the family that are shouting at each other in some foreign language (I so hate being left out of an argument), while the son thinks he is having a heart attack, when he is actually just having a panic attack?

Should I divulge how I turned up to one of our (very) frequent callers, asked her if she wanted an ambulance to take her to hospital, and when she said yes – told her to stay in the phone box she was using to call us while I waited for the ambulance in the car?

What about my being sent to a job waaaay outside my area (1 year old with a belly ache), only to find an ambulance there first? Then needing to arrange for the mother to return from the party she is at to look after the other four children in the house? Perhaps I could mention that she didn't believe that it was the ambulance service that was phoning her at the party?

Or maybe, just maybe I should just write about being nearly in tears watching the poor people that Comic Relief is trying to help – people who would be blissfully happy to have half the chance of the idiots that I go to?

It's a bit embarrassing to start welling up when you are sitting in a messroom, surrounded by other ambulance crews

6 thoughts on “What To Tell?”

  1. Not embarassing at all. I was doing the same thing and even put a post up on the MovieBlog I write for…and that's in Canada.It's all designed to get the heart strings going, and quite rightly so. I have to say though this year was exceptionally tough, and they did a really good job of highlighting just how stupid the Governments are being, and how if we just forget all the crappy politics, you can save a life.

    Sounds all to similar to things I read on here day after day.

    Which leads me onto another thing. I emailed you ages ago from my work to praise the site, the writing and the knowledge that you manage to get through to the individual. Things we just never hear, and you're doing a great job. Both on the site and in real life. I never followed it up with a posting, so now seems a good time. There, done it!

    Richard. weblog.brunton.org.uk

  2. Even a rough, tough, man's man such as myself had a lump in my throat and stinging eyes when that little girl was diagnosed HIV+. They haven't played it for some years, but whenever I hear “He ain't heavy he's my brother” I can't help but see that little African boy, all alone in the world except for his 2 year old brother that he is now the sole carer for. I suddenly feel the need to clear my throat repeatedly just typing this.I don't tend to have much time for most “celebrities” – but I have always felt nothing but the utmost respect for those celebs that travel to Africa to make these documentaries for Comic Relief. CR has been running for nearly 20 years and these people know that they will be visiting and seeing some of the most distressing sights on this planet. Yet still they go. Respect.


  3. perhaps you'd like the story from the ambulance man who delivered a couple to delivery suite last night, and told us how he'd knocked on the door only to be told to wait ten minutes (the door was then shut in his face) and be told by the woman's partner on the way to the hospital that the main reason why they had called the ambulance was that they weren't really sure where to park in the hospital grounds!

  4. Frankly, I'm convinced people who run private nursing homes were usually thrown out of the SS because the others complained about their lack of common human decency. Add the untrained 14 year old Saturday staff on the “youth rate” minimum and the illiterate illegal immigrants, and you get a system admirably adapted to make people suffer.

  5. In fairness, they aren't all bad. The home that my grandmother is in has wonderful staff that deal with her with far more patience than I could ever manage. It's not cheap by any stretch of the imagination, but I've no doubt that she'd be dead by now if she wasn't there.

  6. I suspect a lot of thirty- and forty-somethings have the same response to “Drive” by the Cars, as a result of that film during Live Aid.

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