I've just spent the last 50 minutes with a little old lady (93), who had been vomiting since 3am. An emergency GP was called, but decided not to come, instead telling the warden of the patients flat to dial 999 for an ambulance.
The patient was a little darling, she wasn't confused, she got around on her own and generally looked after herself and was a real pleasure to talk to. Then I looked down her nursing notes and saw that she had just finished palliative therapy for cancer.
At 5am in the morning that'll choke me up everytime.
So we sat and chatted about all manner of nonsense until an ambulance was free to take her to hospital.
Why did I have to wait so long for an ambulance? Well there was another sick person at that building, and an ambulance was required about 10 doors down the road.
Once more (midwives, NHS Direct and now an emergency GP) it seems that the ambulance service are the only people who actually try to do our job these days. We, and the A&E seem to be the 'safety net' that all the other sevices rely on to get out of doing any actual work.
It's a quarter to six in the morning, perhaps I should stop moaning and instead start thinking about my lovely warm, comfortable bed.
45 minutes to go…