A strange day, it wasn’t that hot, but all I seemed to be doing was going to young women who had fainted. A lot of women who had fainted.
It started off on the 30th floor of a skyscraper in Docklands, which had a lovely view. People were having meetings around tables in the expensively furnished corridors, and all the office walls were made of glass.
Which made me glad that I didn’t have to undress the woman who had fainted.
Then it was across the road to another woman who had fainted in another (less well furnished) office.
Then a bit of a run North to yet another woman who had fainted.
Then a gentleman who had fainted on the bus.
Then a woman who had fainted in the local shopping centre.
It seemed like people were dropping like flies.
The really unusual thing was that the blood pressure of all the patients was 80/50, which is really rather low.
It also struck me as interesting that the first of my fainters was near the Arms fair, and then got progressively further and further away. I didn’t think to check the direction of the wind…
Thirteen jobs today, I am, as they say, bloody tired.