So there I was, pulling up to a job (male fitting in street), the ambulance was already there (having been dispatched from the same station as me, only two minutes earlier).
Then I heard a lound bang, and thought the bottom had dropped off the car – the crew on scene, and the police who were there all looked in my direction.
My front tyre had burst.
There I was stuck by the side of the road waiting for the tyre fitter to come and change my tyre. I may well have a spare tyre in the back of the car, but if I fit it, and it later falls off, then I'm to blame.
I returned to station to find a new wallpaper on the station computer…
“Brand new tyre required for Vauxhall Astra FRU, All enquiries to J2 station c/o Tom Reynolds”.
I love my workmates…
Other jobs done today was a 70 year old male, found dead by his son at 7am. There was nothing that we could do except try and provide some support for his son. There have also been two people having seizures, I go to a lot of seizures on the car.
I also went to a woman who had returned from two months in India with a high temperature (and having not taken any anti-malaria medication). She had been there for the arranged marriage of her son, and was depressed because her son was not happy with the marriage. What can you say to her while you are waiting for the ambulance to turn up?
There was the usual “chest pain in a GP surgery”, the GP was nowhere to be seen, and the patient (who was mainly suffering from difficulty in breathing) was laying nearly flat on an examination bed without any oxygen. So the noraml sort of GP job.
My last job (so far) was “Collapsed male, life status unconfirmed, caller cannot remain on scene”, it was by one of our parks, so there was a high chance that is was a drunk. He was indeed drunk, and walked off when woken up.
Just another high pressure job in this dangerous city…