The first job you get after a week off tends to set the tone for the rest on the night – not tonight though.
My first job was for an eighty year old collapsed outside her front door. I turned up and sure enough, there was a clean. tidy little old lady laying under a quilt (provided by her neighbours). Completely unresponsive, I burst into action (*cough*), checked her blood sugar levels, and found that it was rather low.
(2.0 mmols, don't ask me what that is in 'American').
One injection later and by the time the ambulance crew were carrying her down the stairs, we were all having a laugh and a joke.
So a good job where I managed to “cure” someone.
But then the night has appeared to take bit of a downturn (so far…), with a 'maternataxi', a 'hot and sweaty' 20 year old (no jokes please), and a series of 'assaulted outside pub', which ended up with me calling the police because it started to 'kick off' again.
I did have another job, where I was going to a “blind 18 year old, possible broken bone, unable to walk, learning difficulties”. Control asked me if I wanted to police present as the patient was apparently 'upset'.
I told them that I didn't really think I needed the police to manage the situation.
Here is hoping that the drunks of East London decide to stop beating each other up for a bit…
Some good news though – the pregnant woman I wrote about who was mugged has just given birth to a healthy baby.