Apparently it's Easter. Whatever that means.
I don't have a regular crewmate at the moment (I drove the last one insane within a matter of months) so I've found myself working with loads of different people over the last half a year or so. Yesterday there was no-one in my area who was spare to work with me, so I was asked by our resource centre to go and work out of Islington.
Bear in mind that I don't drive in central London much, if I need to get around then I use the tube. To be honest driving in central London gives me kittens.
I arrived at Islington to discover that the person I would be working with also doesn't come from that area – and that she wanted me to drive. We would be relying on the inbuilt sat-nav system to get around.
As an aside, the sat-nav from one of our ambulances was stolen during the week – which is pointless as all they will have got was the screen, all the electronics are buried deep in the vehicle.
So i found myself driving from places that I didn't know into places that I didn't know, relying on the great Sat-Nav magical talking totem perched on the dash..
And boy, did we get around. We visited University College hospital, St Thomas' Hospital, The North Middlesex Hospital, Whipps Cross Hospital and probably another one – but I forget it was all a bit of a blur.
Still, it makes a nice change to see some of the tourist landmarks from the cab of an ambulance rather than the happy souls of Newham walking past.
The patients were much the same, a collapse except that it was in a posh M&S with everyone buying their Easter wine rather than the collapse being in the local Morrisons. A young Mediterranean girl pretending to be unconscious after a fight with her boyfriend rather than a young South Asian girl. A seventeen year old man with pain in his chest after vomiting (Given, as per usual, the highest category that you can get without actually being dead).
And that last was a 'late job' meaning that I got away from work an hour and forty-five minutes late. Still, at least I get paid for it.
Despite all the stress of not knowing (a)Where I was, and (b)Where I was going, it was a fun shift. As they say, a change is as good as a rest.
I wonder if I'll get sent somewhere special tonight?