FIRST DAY

Well, the first night back at work is over. I'm glad about that as I always think that I'll of forgotten everything I once knew, good to get one under the belt.

I was working with one of the two regular partners I have and was "in the back" looking after the patients. Nothing to out of the ordinary although I suspect that the last patient was having a NSTEMI. Basically this is a hear attack without the ECG/EKG changes that are normally present. It was a good cardiac story with the pain coming on at rest, nausea, clammy, previous MI. Basically he looked like he was having a heart attack and the history fitted in with this, although there was no "solid" evidence to support this conclusion.

We did everything we could and battered him in to the Doc's. Hopefully he'll be OK. He laughed at the right places when I was talking to him so he must be a good lad.

Back pain, D&I x 2, maternataxi, couple of NHSD calls that were left at home and a couple of calls we got redirected from. That was it, not bad.

One of the calls we were redirected from though was to a 30 year old man who had broken his leg playing football. Our dispatch system, AMPDS, classifies this as a green call meaning that we can be sent to something more serious while en-route. Poor bloke had been on the ground for 20 mins. when we got sent somewhere else. Where did we go --- to a drunk at a bus stop.

I should just accept this as the way things are; but I cant. It's wrong on so many levels. Frustration sets in and I know I'm back on the bus. Love it.

AN ABSOLUTE MUST.

This must be followed through.

This HERE.

Don't think there's anything better, but there's nothing worse.

I HAVE FIREFOX!

0320320, JOHN, EVA whatever you want to call yourself; I have firefox 2 and, for your info. everything else I currently need.

If you want me to visit your blog/site, interest me. If you cant do that just fuck off, I'm not going to just because you have some free software that everybody already uses.

Your sadder than me. Fuckwits!

HI HO HI HO.

Well, the holidays are over. 11 days away from work and I've achieved nothing with it. Sat around and done hee haw. I really do need to get a life. Not even done the shopping never mind the housework.

Looking forward to going back to the mill. Hopefully something will occur to stimulate my mind. Only four nights though as tonight is a holiday too. Still find it strange to enjoy my work.

I'M SURE THAT WAS MINE, RAY!

I’ve been watching Ray Mears Wild Food on TV. The program where he tries to figure out what food our stone aged ancestors ate. I like his programs.

The guy can do just about everything from making fire from a couple of twigs and a mushroom to canoeing through rapids. He can catch wild things with his hands and climb up mountains. He truly knows how to survive in the wild and would be the person I’d want on my island should I get stuck on one with nothing more than a broken watch.

What keeps me watching these programs though is the suspicion that this all knowing, action-man must spend lots of time watching telly and eating pies.

HERE I AM.

I've been doing quite a lot of lurking on Caramelo and Nicenuse's sites the last couple of days. This has taken up all my time and I must say I'm surprised at the vitriol that has been expressed. I guess that not everyone likes blogs but that some of these people read them anyway. Also personality clashes on the web can be just as destructive and childish as in real life.

Strangely, Nicenurse seems to of ended up being the battleground for issues that had nothing to do with him and, Caramelo is the only one to walk away from his site with any dignity.

Anyway, I hope Caramelo will keep blogging under one name or the other and that Nicenurse has his site back. You can see the slagging matches HERE and HERE respectively.

On a lighter note watch THIS. You may of seen it before, I first saw it about 7 years ago. I still cry.

GET ME ON A GOOD DAY.

Now here’s the thing, if your drunk, or out of your tits on drugs, be nice to me.

I’m a pretty decent person, really, and do my job because I care about people. Honestly that’s the reason, pretty wanky, but the truth. I like people and I like helping them and, heck, think I’m pretty good at it when their ill, sick or injured.

If your just a piss-head or out your tits on “E” I’ll still be nice to you, even though I know you don’t need my help. If you start the verbal or get punchy I’ll become a lot less caring.

I’ve only been assaulted a couple of times, this year, and neither were very serious. I got a good thwack on the chin from a drunk I was helping from under a bus (no injuries, he placed himself there) and became a bit dizzy as a result, but that’s it.

I’m pretty easy to understand in my belief about self-preservation. I give you 30 seconds. If I walk into your house and you start gobbing off at me, I’ll try and explain/appease but there is only so much I can do. If you really think that because your mate has been drinking for 48 hours and has been sick you can call me a C++t your wrong. If you’re angry that we were not there in 5 minutes you’re wrong. Very wrong, I walk out the door and you can walk the 500m to A&E yourself.

If you really want to hit me make sure you do a good job. At 6’2” and 18 stone (28% body fat) I may be old and slow but you only get one free hit. I am use to getting the odd thump. I’m not sure what “reasonable force” is but remember …. I’m not drunk; and I only want to hit you once.

Usually the police are there do deal with you, thankfully. Just a thought for you though. Think about it if you ever can. I know it’s not happened yet – probably because the police are there to deal with you.

Tossers!