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Tonight I have been driving around going to Maternataxis, and a man who's legs have been twitching…
I'd also be grateful if someone could please explain to me how you can get to 56 years old and think that gastric reflux is the same thing as choking to death.
Twice she asked me, “So you are sure it won't kill me?”.
Then there was the person who regularly fakes an angina attack so he won't have to walk home after going to the pub with his girlfriend…
Don't ask about the hate-filled drive to a Maternataxi while my tasty-looking dinner was getting cold on station.
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While I have been going to these non-emergency cases, someone was stabbed to death about 400 yards from my ambulance station.
It's not that I missed out on an 'interesting' job (and trust me, I'm trying my best not to sound ghoulish about it). Instead it's that we have to send ambulances to so many calls that don't actually need an ambulance, and that my “for utter, utter emergencies only” unit is going to such complete and total **Expletive Deleted**
Twitching legs since June, or serious stabbing, which would you rather be sent on?
It's a good job this is my second, and not fourth night, otherwise I would be wanting to make with the stabby