Saturday, April 08, 2006


It's 3am and I'm tired, and it's only the 2nd out of a series of 4 night shifts.

Tonight I've been sworn at by a man for trying to help his pissed wife who'd fallen over, I've had a pissed 17 year old try to puke on me, and I've been to one of the specialist hospitals in the area for a respiratory arrest that wasn't. In fact, he was breathing very well thank you very much.
I've been to a 15 year old fitting, and an old man who'd bumped his head and had been put into his bed by the care home before they called us.

I have at least managed to get something to eat.


Blogger star firstbaseman said...

I think some days that's the best you can hope for.

That, and a beer when you get home.

4:26 pm  

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