Blood Sweat & Tea

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  BLOOD,

  SWEAT

  & TEA

  Creative Commons Edition

  Tom Reynolds

  Published by The Friday Project http://www.thefridsyproject.co.uk

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  Too Young

  Yesterday started well, we had the only new 'yellow' vehicle on the complex, and it really is an improvement on the old motors. But then we got a job that should have been routine, but unfortunately was not.

  We were given a '34-year-old male, seizure' at a nearby football pitch in the middle of a park. Also leaving from our station was the FRU (a fast car designed to get to a scene before the ambulance). As we had a new motor, we were able to keep up with the FRU.

  Arriving at the top of the street, we were met and directed by some of the patients football team-mates. Unfortunately, the patient was 200yards into the park, and there was no way we were going to get the ambulance onto the field - the council had built a little moat around the park to stop joyriders tearing up the grass in their stolen cars.

  The FRU paramedic had reached the patient first and I ran across the field to get to the patient as the Paramedic looked worried, and this isn't someone who normally worries.

  As I reached the patient, carrying the scoop which we would use to move the patient the paramedic asked me if I thought the patient was breathing.

  The patient was Nigerian, and it is not racist to say that sometimes detecting signs of life on a black person is harder than if the patient is Caucasian. White people tend to look dead; black people often just look unconscious. Also, a windy playing field in dusk is not the ideal circumstance to assess a patient.

  'He's not breathing' I told the paramedic, just as my crewmate reached us. 'Shit' replied the paramedic, 'I left the FR2'* in my car'.

  I had to run 200yards back to our ambulance to get this, now vital, piece of kit.

  *An FR2 is a defibrillation machine, which is used to shock a heart back into a normal rhythm, in the UK emergency medical technicians (EMTs) are allowed to use this piece of equipment, and rapid defib' shocks are essential in certain forms of cardiac arrest.

  Returning to the patient my colleagues had started to 'bag' the patient (this means using equipment to 'breathe for' the patient and performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, or CPR), which is the procedure to keep blood flowing around the body in the absence of a pulse. Attaching the defib' pads I saw that the patient was in 'fine VF' (ventricular fibrillation) - this is a heart rhythm which means the heart is 'quivering' rather than pumping blood around the body to the brain and other vital organs. Technically, the patient is dead and without immediate treatment, the patient will remain dead.

  We 'shocked' the patient once and his heart rhythm changed. It changed to asystole (this means that the heart is not moving at all, and it is much more difficult to restore life to the patient with this form of rhythm). We decided to 'scoop and run' to the nearest hospital. The paramedic secured the patients airway by passing a tube down the windpipe, and we got the patient onto the scoop, all the time continuing the CPR and giving potentially lifesaving drugs. We then carried him, with the help of his team-mates to the ambulance and rushed him to hospital.

  Unfortunately, the patient never regained consciousness, and died in the resuscitation room.

  Thirty-four years old, normally fit and healthy - and he drops dead on a football pitch. Despite our best efforts there was nothing more we could have done for him; the treatment went according to plan and the resuscitation attempt went smoothly. This was a 'proper' job, but one job we would have happily done without.

  Why Won't They Let Me Do This?

  Here is a moan about something that I am not allowed to do. I'm not allowed to run people over in my job. I could really clear the streets of a lot of stupid people if I was able to do that.

  Picture the scene: there I am, driving through the streets of London in big white van, with blue flashing lights, loud sirens running and the word Ambulance written in rather large letters. As a pedestrian, what would you do? Would you think 'Hmm, being run over by that would really hurt, I think I'll wait the 12nanoseconds that it takes him to drive past before I cross the road'. Or would you, as most of the people in my area apparently do, think 'Hmm, an Ambulance on his way to an important job, I bet I can run across the road in front of him before he can hit me'.

  During the last job, three people tried to dive under my ambulance. If I was allowed (by government grant or some such) to keep driving and splat them across my windscreen, that would mean three less idiots being allowed to breed tonight.

  Oh well, I might get lucky later tonight.

  Dear Mr Alcoholic

  ...Can all alcoholics please just get drunk in their houses and fall asleep there? Why do you insist that you drink your Tennent's Super in a public place where some do-gooder will think you are ill and call for an ambulance.

  ...Can you also have a bath once in a while? I know it's nice to roll around in the road while drunk, but it would be nice if you were at least a bit clean to start with.

  ...Would you mind awfully if you don't swear at me, take a swing at me or expose yourself to me. I have quite enough abuse from the non-drunks out there... Still at least your fists are easy to dodge, and if I stop holding you up, you fall over.

  ...If you have a medical condition, please don't use it as an excuse to get taken into hospital. If you tell me 'I'm drunk and need to sleep it off', I have less work to do than if you tell me that you have 'Chest pain, Angina, Cancer and Difficulty in Breathing'. The more tests I have to do the longer it will be before you get to hospital, and the more I have to come into physical contact with you. If you are just drunk, then I can just be a taxi.

  ...When you have been sick, at some point in the next week or so, could you please change your clothing. Give them to someone who hasn't knackered their brain
on booze to wash. Dry vomit on the clothing, while advertising your love for beer, doesn't endear yourself to me thankyouverymuch.

  ...Please keep your weight down either through diet or terminal liver failure. I'm the poor bastard that has to lug the dead weight of your unconscious body into the ambulance.

  ...You don't have to tell me 'I'm an alcoholic', and sound so proud about it. I do have a nose, and can smell for myself.

  ...Finally although Tennent's Super Strong lager, White Lightning, and for the rare rich alcoholic Stella Artois are perfectly acceptable drinks, could you please come up with something less damaging? I think lighter fuel is better for you and contains fewer chemicals.

  A Child is Born...

  The story of the first baby I delivered - I can still remember it now. I can also remember my feeling of relief when it all went smoothly. Yet still managed to turn it into a rant about Midwifery.

  Just in from my late-shift and feeling more upbeat than normal. Tonight I delivered my first baby... and yet I can still turn this happy event into a rant.

  Picture the scene, you are a midwife (this means you have a chip on your shoulder the size of the African debt), and a lady comes in to your maternity department in the second stage of labour. Do you...

  (a) Say hello, take a room and we'll have that baby out as soon as we can, or...

  (b) Tell them to go home and come back when the pain gets worse.

  Guess which answer results in your baby being delivered by an ambulance bloke who has 1days' training in maternity (and who, to be honest, slept through most of it)?

  Then when I take mother and baby into the same maternity department are you...

  (a) Vaguely apologetic, or...

  (b) Snotty towards the ambulance crew who did your work for you.

  Can you guess that tonight I got (b) for both questions?

  Otherwise it was a nice simple delivery, with dad shooting pictures on his mobile phone sending them to all and sundry while his wife was lying, bloodstained and naked on a leather sofa. Blood went all over that sofa, which come summer will start to smell just a little rank. Blood also went all over me (note to self - must remember to pack Wellington boots next time) and my acting skills ('Don't worry mum, all normal, I've done hundreds of deliveries') were tested to the limit.

  ...and I didn't have to pick up any alcoholics.

  Why Would People Even Think It?

  I have sometimes been astounded by the bloodymindedness of people, and sometimes by their stupidity. Now I am astonished at their petty nastiness.

  I'm driving my 'big-white-van-with-blue-flashing-lights-and-a-siren' to a 1-year-old child with difficulty in breathing. While passing a group of youths on the pavement, one of them thinks that it would be a good idea to throw his bottle of coke at the ambulance, thus spraying my screen, obscuring my vision and nearly causing me to swerve into oncoming traffic.

  All I can say is that it is lucky for them that I was going to a call, because if I hadn't I'd have shoved my boot up their arse.

  Where in the tiny recesses of their minds does it seem like a good idea to throw something at an ambulance running on lights and sirens?

  All I hope is that one day they need me, something likely given the amount of people like that who get stabbed in my neck of the woods, and I'm just that little too slow to save their worthless skins.

  Payment Point

  I get called to a lot of RTAs (that is, for the uninformed 'Road Traffic Accident'). I'd say that 90% of these are diagnosed as 'whiplash' (which is a muscular sprain of the neck - this is a minor injury that is treated with painkillers); I'd suggest that over half of these are an attempt to gain insurance money. In the ambulance trade we call this the 'Payment Point', referring to the point in the neck that is painful, and pays out the money.

  Tonight I saw the most blatant attempt to get money from an 'accident'.

  I was called to a flyover where two cars had been in a near collision, yes, a near collision. There was no damage to either vehicle, neither were there any skidmarks on the road. The 'patient' was the passenger of the car, and complained of pain on the right side of his neck. He was desperate to go to hospital, for what reason I did not know, as there was obviously no injury.

  This was made even more evident when he forgot what side of his neck the pain was on. When I called him on this he pretended not to know what I was talking about.

  Even the police were not above making fun of this idiot.

  It probably didn't help that he was 10 years younger than me and cruising around in a red sports car.

  Of course RTA is now RTC (Road Traffic Collision), because if it's an 'accident' then the police can't prosecute anyone.

  Single

  Although I do love my job dearly, there are a number of disadvantages. At the moment I am a 'relief' worker, which means although I have a main station, I can be sent anywhere in London to cover absences and holidays in the 'core' staff. I also don't have a regular crewmate... I am essentially the whore of the London Ambulance Service.

  So, at the moment I am sitting on my backside at my main station with no-one to work with, watching daytime TV.

  Bored, Bored, Bored, Bored...

  Of course, at some point in the next 12hours I could be rushing off anywhere in London. Being on strange stations is actually quite good fun, as you get to meet new people and, lets face it, in this job moving around London just means 'same shit, different scenery'.

  ...But at the moment I'm bored...

  Daytime TV, the ambulance relief's worst enemy. Thankfully I'm no longer a relief - I'm 'Core' staff now, which means I have a regular partner and I work mainly out of one station.

  Some People Just Can't Wait

  So, there I am in my Ambulance helping a bloke who was actually quite ill, when all of a sudden the back doors fly open and some idiot decides to start berating me because I'm blocking the road. Needless to say I am not pleased at this, not only because it is embarrassing for the patient, but also because of the sheer bloody cheek of this person. When I tell her (very politely mind you) to bugger off, she replies with the old favourite 'I'm a taxpayer and I pay your wages'. At this I remind her that my patient, my crewmate and I also pay taxes. At this she is a bit nonplussed, yet still she continues to moan that there is no need for me to block the road.

  In any event, I did need to block the road, I don't do it on purpose, but it is more important to get to the patient quickly.

  This woman's moaning then gets other drivers upset and they start honking their horns, and the only way I get rid of the woman who was in such a hurry was to pull the door shut after me and tell her to imagine her relative in the ambulance...

  I didn't hurry treating the patient either.

  The same thing has happened on more than one occasion. Now I simply ask the complainer that if it was them rolling around in agony, would they like to have to wait while I find a better place to park?

  Maybe it's Because I'm a Londoner

  Research carried out by the London Ambulance Service for our 'No Send' policy has shown that 59% of Londoners think that they will get seen quicker in A&E (Accident and Emergency department) if they arrive in an ambulance.

  This... Is... Not... True...

  In fact, if you come to A&E after calling an ambulance for something minor, the nursing staff will be more inclined to send you out to the waiting room and forget about you.

  I was an A&E nurse for a long time - just trust me on this...

  Also, Londoners call for three times the number of ambulances for 'flu than any other English city. Half the time the patient has got a cold and not 'flu at all, and just needs to work it out of their system. Even if they did have 'flu, there is little the hospital could do for them anyway.

  Coupled with high population densities, lack of staff and vehicles, speed bumps everywhere and heavy traffic, is it any wonder we are having trouble hitting the 8-minute deadline we have to make 75% of calls in?

  Nice New Moto
rs

  The London Ambulance Service is giving us poor Ambulance staff shiny new ambos to drive... well, puke yellow rather than shiny... but they are new. These are Mercedes Sprinters outfitted in 'EURO RAL 1016 Yellow' which is apparently the most striking colour available and is used throughout the European Union. They have lots of nice new bits for us to play with. Most importantly, they have a tail lift so now we don't need to break our backs lifting some 20-stone lump into the back of the motor (20stone is 127kilograms for those using 'new money').

  I was asked by a friend what I thought of them, and having just finished my 'Familiarisation Course' (4hours of playing with the new toy) I must say I do like it. Not only is the engine more responsive when moving off, but the brakes also work that bit better than our old LDVs (Leyland Daf vans) and the interior is much more professional looking.

  The only real problem I foresee is that the tail-lift needs around 4yards to unload the trolley and around London this means that we will have to park in the middle of the road, blocking off other traffic. So, if you do see one of us blocking your way, please realise that there is no way we can park the things and be sure of being able to load a patient on board as well.

  These things also cost £105000 each and if we get the slightest scratch on them they have to be taken off the road and repaired (unlike the ones we have at the moment where they are beaten up until they stop working). Since our insurance has a £5000 excess it'll mean a lot more money going to vehicle maintenance.

  Should be fun, but I can't see management ever letting me drive one... I estimate if I can squeeze through gaps by driving until I hear the crunch...

  While I thought that parking to allow the tail lifts space would be a big problem, our biggest problem would turn out to be the regular breaking down of the lifts.

  My (So-Called) Exciting Life

  I had my hair cut today, which has become a weighty decision in my mind. It goes something like this...

  (a) Do I get a crop or not? If I get a crop I'll look like I've just been released from a concentration camp, if I don't then I'll look like a paedophile.

  (b) Will my mum like it? If not then I'll have to put up with 3weeks worth of moaning about how terrible I look.