An absolutely easy shift last night. One patient was a little old man who was “not right” and had “vague eyes”. His wife was terribly worried about him, but I suspect that there was little seriously wrong with him. We then got sent to a two week old baby with a flaky scalp. Once more a nice an easy job, where we didn’t even have to carry the patient.
Then we were sent to “54 year old male with chest pain”, the call had come from a public telephone box, so I wasn’t too surprised when we received the update “Patient has been drinking”. The area is a local haunt of our homeless alcoholics – there are public toilets, a nice churchyard to hide and sleep in and a number of off-licenses to buy their cheap tramp-juice.
Both ourselves and the FRU spent some time driving back and forth trying to find him, with no luck.
We got back on station before being sent on a similar call in the same area – I suddenly had a brainwave.
“I bet it’s John Smith”, I said, “He’s an alcoholic homeless guy, normally as good as gold, but he calls us when his hostel kicks him out for drinking”.
We got an update – ‘Patients name is John Smith’.
Once more we chased around the area looking for him, at least this time I knew who we were looking for. Once more he had given us the slip. I’ve never known him to act like this.
Still – next time I see him I’ll have a little word in his shell-like…