Then mum, uncle, aunty and gran start looking worried. Dad won't wake up.
They call an ambulance.
When it arrives, the paramedic has a look at dad.
You then hear him tell mum that dad has died.
Our job is shit sometimes....
The thoughts, ponderings and experiences of a Paramedic who has left London and is working for an ambulance service somewhere in the UK. I'm also a member of St John Ambulance. I must add the usual disclaimer: The thoughts, comments and views expressed in this blog are mine alone, and do not necessarily reflect those of the Ambulance Service or St John Ambulance.