First off, my sympathies for everyone concerned in the murder of the West Yorkshire policewoman. I heard about it when I was sitting in the FRU listening to the news on the radio. We work with the police a lot, and most of them are really good people. I couldn't do their job, as at least most of the time people are happy to see us.
Bit of a busy night, partly I think due to the frost on the roads. I know that I wasn't able to drive too fast, as I was occasionally fishtailing across the road.The first job, aptly enough, was a man who had driven his car into a bus. The car was an utter mess, and I would have wanted to immobilise him in the car and have the fire service cut him out. I say would have wanted because once the crash was over, he'd run off…
So I'm guessing that the car was either stolen, or more likely he just didn't have any insurance, road tax, or a driving license.
A couple of 'nothing' jobs, then another car accident. Some bright spark had decided to borrow his friend's car, and then lose control of it on our main 'A' road. The car, yet again was a write-off, and the driver kept telling me that he was going to 'get done', because he didn't have any insurance… or a driving license.
Can you see a pattern?
I then had to go to a 13 year old child with a progressive and ultimately fatal disease. He was having difficulty in breathing due to a chest infection, and when I got there his breathing was incredibly irregular, and his oxygen levels were only 67% of what they should be. Even with high flow oxygen his oxygen levels were only just adequate.
There was a bit of worry about what I was going to do if he stopped breathing, as he had a 'Do not resuscitate' order, but it was a year out of date.
Thankfully it never came to it, and I was very happy when the crew arrived to take the child to hospital.
My final job was a bit of a nasty one. A young man (a cleaner) was found not breathing in a local supermarket. The call woke me from a light sleep, and as I mentioned, I couldn't drive too quickly to the call. I got there as the ambulance crew arrived, and we were led through the warrens of the supermarket by the cleaning supervisor.
The patient was large, covered in blood and vomit, and wasn't breathing. We attached our heart monitor, and it showed no activity in the heart at all.In the process of doing CPR, everything got covered in bloody vomit. As I type this, my jacket is in a plastic bag, waiting to be taken home and washed.
We got him to hospital, but they were unable to save him.
Once more it was a patient where no-one seemed to know him (no-one there knew his name, although they had been working with him for a couple of days), and I don't think he had any identification on him.
A tricky job for the police.
A busy night, but as my mum would say, “At least it made the time go fast”.