I really want to moan about our Control dispatcher today – but, you know, if I said what I really wanted to say then I’d probably lose my job. Suffice it to say that they [Deleted as I would like to keep my job…]
But enough of that…
A happier thing occured today – I was in work at 6:30am and out by 6:34am for a transfer from our local hospital to a hospital in sunny Essex.
I think I’ve mentioned before how it seems that when a hospital calls for us to transport a patient, the patient is never ready? In this case we waited an hour at the hospital for the patient to get an x-ray and have his dressing changed. Not a problem as it meant that I could finish my first (and only) cup of tea of the day.
The patient was a young man who walked onto my ambulance, didn’t cause a fuss and just fell asleep on my trolley for the duration of the trip. It had been a long night for him and it meant that I didn’t need to try an make conversation for an hour with someone whose grasp of English was spotty at the best*.
We then turned around and headed back toward London – the beautiful weather and the simple job had put my crewmate and I in a very good mood and I was even able to have a little nap myself as we drove down the M11.
Not many jobs let you do that…
It set us up for one of those days that was completely stress-free (with the exception of the aforementioned Controller). It’s sunny days like this when you are cruising around London with the window down and the radio on, going only to nice patients that you realise that you are incredibly lucky.
It does all go to pot when you start getting your regular drunks mind – but it’s good while it lasts.
*Not me – the patient.