Tonight, a couple of jobs, only one of which was even vaguely ill. There now follows what the job was sent to me as, and what it actually was…
80 year old female, trapped behind locked doors = 80 year old female, not at home.
Severe distress in breathing = Toenail has dropped off, and is painful.
Birth is imminent = General ache, waters broke 10 minutes ago.
Birth is imminent (II) = No it's not! (And while I went to this call – someone was stabbed in the neck a couple of minutes away).
16 year old collapsed = Exams, heavy menstruation, and a lack of food has led to a faint.
Chest pain = 46 year old with flu-like symptoms, treated by GP with anti-depressants.
Chest pain (II) = 30 year old male with a chest infection.
Chest pain (III) = Supra-ventricular tachycardia – A genuine job!
All go on the mean streets of Newham…
However, while this is good for me, a quiet night when in the middle of preparing a flat for habitation (I now have electricity – huzzah!), it doesn't exactly make for exciting reading. Strange to be looking forward to work because it gives me a chance to rest.
I now have 20 minutes to go, and so am holding my breath hoping that I don't get a late job.