I really need to sort out the template of this page so that when a post doesn't have a title it doesn't write “Untitled” in big letters at the top of the post.
What happened today – the full story…

I got a call to a house on an estate in Bow to a 60 year old female diabetic with 'low blood sugar'. No problem I thought, I got there quickly and was happy to see that the flat was on the ground floor. I thought that I won't need my cardiac monitor/defibrillator so I went to leave it in the car, but that was when I heard someone wail. I've written about this wail before, it's the sort of thing you hear when someone is dead…

I grabbed the defibrillator and ran into the house. I was led to a bedroom where I found a very unwell looking Bangladeshi woman, the first thing I did was to check her pulse, as on first impressions, she looked dead. She had a pulse, which pleased me a lot…

Oxygen was given and I checked her blood sugar level, and it was 2.2, which is dangerously low. We have an injection that will raise a patients blood sugar. So I gave that, and within ten minutes she was coming around, the ambulance crew then gave her some sugar and the last I saw of her was her walking out to the ambulance.

What a bunch of heroes…

So, I then wanted to turn the car around to leave the estate, so I drove into a parking space that is guarded by a pole that is folded up when the space is empty. As I went to reverse out of the space I heard a horrible grinding noise and the engine cut out. There was then a strong smell of petrol – So I thought something may have gone wrong with the car.

This pole had lept up catching against the underside of the car, and I later found out that it had torn the fuel line. I think it has some valve in the fuel tank that stops it emptying the whole tank, which is rather handy, or I'd have been swimming my way out.

I was then low-loaded away to Waterloo, because the car is originally one of theirs, when I filled out a ream of paperwork, and stroked the station cat. I then had a Station officer from Newham pick me up to take me back to my station (I caught him singing “Life in a Northern Town” by the Dream Academy, and the “Just One Cornetto” songs on the way back)

When I got back to West Ham the fitters had a spare car, but they wanted to make sure it was safe to drive (they had just gotten it back from a service or something). But then a couple of ambulances turned up which were broken, and they didn't have a chance to check it out – so I sat on station, had a cup of tea and finished reading my book (and very good it is too).

16 thoughts on “Broken”

  1. Hmm. Whether it's a formatting problem on your blog, or on the mean streets of London, you seem to be having problems with posts today, don't you?

  2. I can't begin to say how much it delights me that, despite the general climate of bureaucracy in the UK today, there is still such a thing as a station cat. This has made me ever so pleased.

  3. How so? The articles format fine on my system.Oooohhhh…..I get it…

    I need either sleep or caffine.

    Or both.

  4. Ok, I'll admit my ignorance. Aside from ripping the fuel line of a certain RRU car, whatever is the purpose of having a pole lying in a parking space? I can understand one standing up to guard a parking space…-photocat

  5. I just bought that book a few weeks ago, although I was sidetracked by an autobiography of the former managing editor for the NY Times so I haven't gotten to it yet. Glad to hear you're enjoying it.

  6. I'm going to be predictable… I want the cat, it's identical to my cat who got taken into a cats home years ago and I never saw him again… bless!

  7. Well I don't like cats but yeah, cute anyway (Have you got a station cat at your station as well?)Two questions:

    – What's 2.2 in mg/dl?

    – And besides: is it true that you have to deal with people who pretend to be unconscious (or fit) in public? I mean “real faker”?

    Cos the other day I saw a teenage girl in the street etc. As we were really concerned we called for an ambulance (sorry about that *grin*) but afterwards we were all pretty sure she had just faked 🙁


  8. Usually those poles come back up (they're hinged) and then can be padlocked into place. This prevents someone else using your parking space or can make it harder for someone who might be wanting to steal your car.

  9. I have no idea what 2.2 BM is in mg/dl, sorry it's not a unit we use.I think it's about 40 mg/dl (via an Internet conversion tool).

    We do also go to a lot of people who fake unconsciousness, although we more often go to people who fake fits. There is a house in our area where there are three people who pretned to have fits.

    We have many secret techniques to tell if someone is actually unconscious, and not all of them involve inflicting pain…

  10. *shakes head in despair*I'm not going to let this turn into a cat blog…

    It's Waterloo's Station cat. Newham has a station cat – with one tooth and resembling a bag of bones it's not long for this world (of course I've been saying that for the past three years)

    West Ham doesn't have a station cat, but we do have a fishtank, with real (occasionally) live fish.

  11. It's Waterloo's Station cat. Newham has a station cat – with one tooth and resembling a bag of bones Nice station cat = nice area – ugly old station cat = …

    Btw I like that “cat talk”

    We have many secret techniques to tell if someone is actually unconscious, and not all of them involve inflicting pain…

    Can't be that hard to tell even when you're not a medic can it?

    I mean.. first of all why are people doing it. When I once passed out I just found it embarrassing, sorry:-( Second: They must be pretty stupid expecting no one will see it through and considering that they can't be clever enough to be a REALLY good actor can they :-))))

  12. Oh, but just for today this can be a cat blog? I pulled up the photo of “station cat” while sitting at my keyboard with my own Tuxedo kitten in my lap. She has exactly the same markings and was curled up the same way. My heart warmed at the thought that you can stop and pet the cat in the middle of all your work. Have you met any service dogs belonging to epileptic patients? – Thank you for writing your blog – JL Keezletown Virginia USA

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