The London Ambulance Service is an amazing institution, it's one that is able to cope with a variety of demands including taking up the slack from other services such as GP's, District Nurses & Care Homes.... Listed below is a few of my last jobs.....
Green 2 23YO Male Bellyache, explains to our control that he cannot get to hospital himself
Arrive scene, to be confronted with a chubby 23YO that needs a shite & can't... Apparently he hasn't poo'd in 3 days. I asked "why haven't you been to the pharmacy & sorted this before it got this bad" He explains that "I am much paining, fire in belly, doctor job to sort, take me to doctor, do not question" "it my right to be treated by doctor" I reply "OK Yoda we'll drive you the 1 mile it is to hospital" "but rest assured I will be taking this up with the Jedi Council"
Green 2 86YO Female, dislodged catheter (she pulled it out herself)
We arrive to this tiny care home & which came as quite a shock to us, it was a really friendly & caring care home.. The little old girl that had pulled out her catheter had severe dementia, therefor it wasn't her fault that she pulled it out.. The care home had called the District Nurses Office to ask them to attend & sort the problem.. But oh no, it's a Friday & its late afternoon & they want to knock off early, so because of them the LAS & A&E have to deal with it.. Friday afternoons in A&E are not ideal for little old ladies, but the District Nurses have to knock off early on a Friday, but we can't blame them, it's a British established past time...
Running Call, intoxicated male, late thirties, bloody hand
A running call is where we get flagged down by members of the public.
We were driving looking for a nice place to buy our £2 for ten spicy wings shop, when we were flagged down by what we noticed as a hot bit of totty.. She said her boyfriend had cut his hand when his bottle of wine exploded.. We walked up to him and promptly noticed that he did have a cut on his hand, trouble is it was where his little finger used to be. Yes the bottle of wine severed his little finger.. So while my crew-mate plugged the wound I looked for the digit & found it.. I picked it up & for a slight second thought that it could be the ideal piece of issued kit to pick your nose with, but decided it was a bad idea and put it in a bag & blued him & the finger into the nearest A&E......
The other jobs were mainly PTS.
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