I was going to moan.
I was going to tell you about the driver who tried to play 'chicken' with me. I would have told you about the brain-dead idiot who ran out, without looking, from behind a bus, causing me to leave 20ft long skidmarks (on the road thankyouverymuch). Maybe I would have mentioned the kid who thought it would be a fun thing to pretend to jump out in front of my car. All while on blue lights and sirens.
I might even have complained about the maternity department who told their patient to “phone for an ambulance” (which she plainly didn't need).
I definitely would have told you about the two drivers who couldn't wait for five seconds before swearing at the ambulance crew and myself for 'blocking the road'. Didn't matter that we wanted to see if the guy lying on the pavement was dead or not. They only stopped shouting when two policemen sauntered over to them in their “I can't believe you are that stupid” way, cultivated by long hours in Newham.
I would have moaned, but I've had two Chinese takeaways, so I am now feeling content and will therefore tell you about how the internet saved the day.
I got called to a 14 year old female in a block of flats who had collapsed.
Nothing particularly interesting about the actual collapse, but what was interesting was how the ambulance was called.
The patient was talking to a friend via a web cam.
Her friend saw her collapse (well slid down under the view of the web cam).
Her friend then phoned the patients house, where the phone was picked up by the patients gran.
Gran then rushed into the patient's room where she saw the patient collapsed on the floor.
Gran then phoned for an ambulance.
We turn up.
We save the day.
Yay for us.
So all hail the internet, saviour of teenage girls!