Thursday Night #6

A medal for my crewmate please…We picked up one of our… Erm… 'less fragment' frequent flyers. She stunk, as is usual with her, to high heaven.
I'm driving, my crewmate is in the back of the ambulance with the patient.
The people at the football at West Ham are just emptying out.
It takes us *43* minutes to travel around 500 yards weaving through traffic that often leaves me a credit cards thickness of space on either side.
My crewmate doesn't complain at all and just makes conversation with the patient – something that I wouldn't have enjoyed.
We arrive at a hospital to find another crew in the same situation 40+ minutes in transit, only their patient has drunkenly urinated all over the floor of their ambulance.
This is exactly the sort of job that we don't get the recognition for.
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Sent from a mobile phone, probably from the cab of an ambulance.
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5 thoughts on “Thursday Night #6”

  1. Less fragrant, maybe?Although I like the idea of picking up fragmented patients, sounds like I could stick them together a lot more easily than when they're normally missing bits.

  2. Meh. You try entering data onto your mobile phone in the dark cramped cab of a Mercedes Sprinter. Especially with the remnants of that last bad smell wafting through the cabin.

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