For the past few days I have been…
a) Working (With absolutely no jobs of any interest what-so-ever)
b) Sleeping (And for some reason my body wants to sleep for thirteen hours each day)
c) Studying (For possible ‘promotion’, but there are so many obstacles in the way I’m not too hopeful)
Consequentially I’ve had little time to blog, and little to blog about apart from some big subjects that need a proper look at rather than a half hour stream of consciousness type.
However there is some good news – I have my new crewmate! I no longer turn up to work wondering where I’m going to be sent to work, nor wondering who I am going to be working with. Today was my first shift with them and I had a whale of a time.
Job One was to a patient who refused to talk to us except to demand that we took them past one A&E to one further out of our area. I wasn’t even told why I was called. He rated an 11 out of 10 on the annoyance scale.
Then we chased around a number of garages trying to get our ambulance fixed – I believe that it is the oldest motor in the fleet. It frequently breaks.
Job Two was to a woman who had been punched in the face by her partner, who had then stolen her shoes. The police looked after her.
Job Three was a lovely job – a woman with mental health problem had thrown petrol over a community policeman, she had then locked herself in her flat where she threatened to set light to herself. We were sent to stand around and look pretty in the sun while the police pulled her out and arrested her and the fire service unrolled and re-rolled some hoses. To be fair it was a well controlled situation which entertained the locals and annoyed the patients social workers who thought that it was ‘a circus’.
Still, at least she didn’t set herself alight…
Job Four was to a lovely little old lady who was found confused and wandering down the main street. Luckily for all involved we discovered her identity, and so she just had to wait in A&E for a little while for her relatives to come and pick her up. She was lovely, smartly dressed, pleasant to talk to and completely batty.
One of those little old ladies you just want to hug.
I may revisit one of these stories later – it depends on how much time I have over the next few days. I live in hope.
On ‘da book’ front, I have the copy-edited version to have a look at, which will no doubt take a couple of days. It’s a bit tricky having two jobs (and an addiction to World of Warcraft) to deal with at once.