Essex Boy

It was one of those days when the sun was shining, everything seemed right in the world and both my crewmate and I were happy to be working. Normally these feelings don't last long as you find yourself wrestling with an aggressive drunk or something – but we were enjoying it while it lasted.
Our call came in as 'pregnant female, fell over', not a huge problem – people fall over all the time and babies tend to be pretty well protected while still in the womb. Reaching the scene we found a woman who was doing a good show of not being distressed, she had tripped over and now couldn't feel the baby moving. There was no pain or bleeding, and everything else checked out fine.

The LAS policy is that we should take the patient to their 'booked department' – this patient's department was a fair way out of London, it was actually in Essex. As it was so far away (it would take us 40 minutes to get there), I called up Control to ask permission to go there, they agreed that it was in the patient's best interests and so we started the drive.

I'm glad we have satellite navigation, that's all I'll say…

As we pulled up to the hospital the patient's mother arrived and was very grateful that we had brought her to 'her' maternity unit, we then handed over to perhaps the nicest midwives ever and went to do our paperwork. While there we waved a 'hello' to a confused looking Essex ambulance crew. We don't often get out that far from London.

'Greening up' we returned to our patch and continued working.

It was only a few jobs later that we found ourselves going into the Royal London Hospital, this was a good thing as we were getting hungry and the London Hospital has a McDonalds opposite – great for the healthy ambulance diet that I, and my belt, have become accustomed to. I wander in there to get my 'Cheeseburger, fish burger and Big Mac' when who should I bump into other than the ambulance crew we waved at back in Essex.

They had done a transfer from their hospital into London and had decided to grab a similar meal for the long drive back to their area.

It can be a small world.

OK, I'm bored, so I should be going back to work on Saturday – depending on whether they want me to get an occupational therapy assessment first – it'll be good to get back on the road. If I've learned one thing, it's that I could never work from home – kicking around my place all day just leeches enthusiasm from me. It'll also mean I can write more as I'll have more new material.

16 thoughts on “Essex Boy”

  1. No doubt, Tom, you will be aware of the North Yorks crew who were sacked recently for saying they were unable to take a 999 call whilst on their meal break (story http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/north_yorkshire/6319675.stm ).Can you give us a take on this?The rules I find still a bit confusing, but am I right in recalling from your earlier posts that a crew is not supposed to be called if they are longer than 10 minutes' away from the end of that break? The BBC article makes no mention of this.Since the UK seems to have become a nation of spoon-fed dummies when it comes to “news”, it's usually the important details that get left out of a quick story and then snap judgements get made by 'society' – alas, 'tis the way – that's why I read blogs like yours./j

  2. hmm strange, a few weeks back an Essex ambulance whizzed past me as I went past a London hospital, stuck in my mind because it l wondered at the time what it was doing so far from home…..but more importantly … with all that time on your hands did u get to level 70 (world of warcraft) .. or knowing you, did u get a new blood elf or draenei to level 70?

  3. 'Cheeseburger, fish burger and Big Mac'

    Wow, that's incredible… but as your patients & equipment aren't getting any lighter, I'm guessing you can burn all those calories off in one shift.

    Compare that with a St. John member – same diet, but we tend to have 7-hour shifts sitting around drinking tea, and my goodness you can see it in the shape of the average Johnny, and the uniform sizes available…

    Have Occupational Health ever tried to interfere with 'advice' on healthy eating for crews, or do they wisely stick to ensuring you lift correctly and don't catch anything nasty off your patients?

  4. Hey, I'm a Johnny and have a BMI of 20,4! What's more, my uniform fits.Some of my colleagues, however … you may have a point ๐Ÿ˜‰

  5. I'm also a Johnny (cadet) and my uniform's too big! Then again, all we cadets get to do is treat insect bites and broken arms. ;D

  6. Petrolhead: Insect bites and fractures? You've been busier than me, and I'm on the brink of PTA. Sounds like you're being given plenty to do, and you're never 'only' a cadet.Joeiy: Lucky you. I've been a Johnny for nearly 5 years, and don't think i've had a single item of uniform that fitted well. BMI? 18.6 – the pies haven't got me yet!

  7. Whilst we're bragging talking about BMI, I was 32.2 last Xmas (2005). I'm 22.4 now.Now, where's the smug smiley……………………

  8. Totally agree. I know what so many people's reaction is going to be to that story- some of whom are my family/friends – but who sadly like their news spoonfed and their reactions pre-approved.

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