Monday, 28 February 2011
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
Saturday, 19 February 2011
Its been a while due to life getting in the way
Hello brain bucket take this!
Well time has passed by and I have had little to write about, no energy to write or just been lazy? Inquiring minds want to know.
Since my last post, I have finally had another A/E shift although not with my mentor. I worked a 1pm till 1am shift on an ambo. The crew was made up of a paramedic who is a good friend of my mentor and my mentor's normal technician partner.
After smokes, teas, and equipment check, the first call came in.
Well time has passed by and I have had little to write about, no energy to write or just been lazy? Inquiring minds want to know.
Since my last post, I have finally had another A/E shift although not with my mentor. I worked a 1pm till 1am shift on an ambo. The crew was made up of a paramedic who is a good friend of my mentor and my mentor's normal technician partner.
The paramedic has worked in Manchester for the last 10 years, he used to be a marine, lives on a barge and so in my eyes is very cool. He reminds me of McNulty from the wire and I'm not surprised to hear he has a bit of a rep. (Let's just say you would trust him with you life but not with your wife)
His crew mate (a technician) looks like she would be happier working in a violent inner city pub. A heavy set young girl with a smile that seems to come at all the wrong times. Her iphone is permanently attached to her left ear.
Technicians are trained in BLS, Anatomy, Pharmacology, ECG Monitoring and Spinal Immobilization. Which is pretty much the same as paramedics apart from they can't give good drugs (morphine) or intubate (tube down the throat). Their salary is about the same as a first year paramedic and they love pointing this out to students.
After smokes, teas, and equipment check, the first call came in.
An 84 year old lady that had indeed fallen and fractured her left hip (short hand # is the symbol for Fracture for time saving form filling paramedics). She also had tenderness in her neck and lower back so she got long boarded and dog collared. We gave her Entonox for the pain and shipped her off slowly off to A/E.
The day stayed slow with 2 possible strokes, a seizing child and a lady with heart problems. All were pretty much stable by the time we got there (average 7 mins) so we ran our ops and took them to hospital. It's hard sometimes as you might never know what was wrong with these people. More frustrating however was our next type of patient.
The message came up on our screen that patient has had D/V (diarrhoea and vomiting) for the last 4 days. On arriving at the property we were taken upstairs by her husband. She was middle aged female lying partly dressed in bed making moaning noises.
I asked her my basic questions. How can I help? Where does it hurt? For how long? She cried alot and told me that she was in no pain but felt very ill, had seen a doctor and had been told she had flu. The paramedic took her temp, blood pressure, blood sugar, pulse, blood o2. All were normal.
I ran out of questions and started to feel uncomfortable? I told her there was nothing we could do for flu that all her stats were fine and she needed to wait it out. She started crying louder. So like a good member of the ambulance service I gave her the choice. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO HOSPITAL??
For some reason hundreds of people with flu every week think that A/E is a better place to sit for 4 hours rather than being at home. They fill doctors surgeries with their coughs and sniffles hoping for a cure.
Modern medicine is amazing if you heart is about to pack in or you need a new liver. Brain tumor? No problem. We can can grow you a new ear on the back of a mouse should yours get eaten by a rapist boxer. We can't, however, cure you of the flu. You need to wait and drink fluids.
Huge investment has gone into daytime TV so that you can lie on the sofa and die in front of arguing couples goaded by gambling addicts or twats buying planted priceless items at car boot sales normally populated by pirated DVDs.
Don't call 999 and take away an ambulance from somebody that might fucking need it.
I asked her my basic questions. How can I help? Where does it hurt? For how long? She cried alot and told me that she was in no pain but felt very ill, had seen a doctor and had been told she had flu. The paramedic took her temp, blood pressure, blood sugar, pulse, blood o2. All were normal.
I ran out of questions and started to feel uncomfortable? I told her there was nothing we could do for flu that all her stats were fine and she needed to wait it out. She started crying louder. So like a good member of the ambulance service I gave her the choice. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO HOSPITAL??
For some reason hundreds of people with flu every week think that A/E is a better place to sit for 4 hours rather than being at home. They fill doctors surgeries with their coughs and sniffles hoping for a cure.
Modern medicine is amazing if you heart is about to pack in or you need a new liver. Brain tumor? No problem. We can can grow you a new ear on the back of a mouse should yours get eaten by a rapist boxer. We can't, however, cure you of the flu. You need to wait and drink fluids.
Huge investment has gone into daytime TV so that you can lie on the sofa and die in front of arguing couples goaded by gambling addicts or twats buying planted priceless items at car boot sales normally populated by pirated DVDs.
Don't call 999 and take away an ambulance from somebody that might fucking need it.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
editing and students
Right. I started this blog to help me deal with some of the stressful things I might encounter during my A/E work. I have not, however, had any A/E shifts. As a result, it has become instead a vent of things on my brain that would normally get dumped on a friend during a loud 40 min phone call.
This may have something to do with the fact that it's badly written and in need of tidying up. A kind friend has offered (I think it was driving her nuts) to edit it for me when she has time to. Sorry if posts change and become more readable.
I am a student. It says this on my work shirt in big yellow embroidery. I attend university and learn stuff from books. I could get an nus card but (maybe due to my studentness) have been to lazy to sort it out.
I don't pay council tax but still moan about being skint.
In spite of all this and the fact I would consider myself a big lefty, I didn't go on the student protests. I didn't march on any public buildings and get a bit over excited or join a sit in at my university, sleeping under tables and eating pot noodles and weeing in sinks.
I didn't do these things, not because I didn't want to, but because I would have been thrown off my course and black balled from the ambulance service. My name would have been put in the big book of shame along with that guy who shagged his patients mother and the chap who touched up a patient and explained it to her as a "clinical method used to relax" (only joking he's still working for the service..no really, he is).
Were we told from day one, "Step out of line and that's it. You're gone." "We are watching", and they mean it. Three students have been removed from courses around the UK just for writing things on Facebook. One for just for appearing in her uniform? (and not in a sexy way).
It seems like with everything, at the beginning you need to tread carefully, keep your nose clean and kiss lots of arse. My mentor and lecturers have told me once I am in the service I'm in. I pretty much have to steal a baby, fill it full of morphine, then sell it out of the back of an ambulance to a local skaghead, one who is prepared to use her body as part payment, and let me video it, so I can play it back on the TVs at A/E on a Saturday night. Even then I would end up working on PTS on double my salary.
So when I heard that Nick Clegg was to face students tonight I did feel like justice was going to be done. The only students they will let meet that lying two-faced shit monkey are the ones like me: either somebody's got their balls in their hands or clean nose little boring bastards that wouldn't say smuggle a dozen eggs up their arse just so they could throw them at his puffy car-salesman wax-work face.
This may have something to do with the fact that it's badly written and in need of tidying up. A kind friend has offered (I think it was driving her nuts) to edit it for me when she has time to. Sorry if posts change and become more readable.
I am a student. It says this on my work shirt in big yellow embroidery. I attend university and learn stuff from books. I could get an nus card but (maybe due to my studentness) have been to lazy to sort it out.
I don't pay council tax but still moan about being skint.
In spite of all this and the fact I would consider myself a big lefty, I didn't go on the student protests. I didn't march on any public buildings and get a bit over excited or join a sit in at my university, sleeping under tables and eating pot noodles and weeing in sinks.
I didn't do these things, not because I didn't want to, but because I would have been thrown off my course and black balled from the ambulance service. My name would have been put in the big book of shame along with that guy who shagged his patients mother and the chap who touched up a patient and explained it to her as a "clinical method used to relax" (only joking he's still working for the service..no really, he is).
Were we told from day one, "Step out of line and that's it. You're gone." "We are watching", and they mean it. Three students have been removed from courses around the UK just for writing things on Facebook. One for just for appearing in her uniform? (and not in a sexy way).
It seems like with everything, at the beginning you need to tread carefully, keep your nose clean and kiss lots of arse. My mentor and lecturers have told me once I am in the service I'm in. I pretty much have to steal a baby, fill it full of morphine, then sell it out of the back of an ambulance to a local skaghead, one who is prepared to use her body as part payment, and let me video it, so I can play it back on the TVs at A/E on a Saturday night. Even then I would end up working on PTS on double my salary.
So when I heard that Nick Clegg was to face students tonight I did feel like justice was going to be done. The only students they will let meet that lying two-faced shit monkey are the ones like me: either somebody's got their balls in their hands or clean nose little boring bastards that wouldn't say smuggle a dozen eggs up their arse just so they could throw them at his puffy car-salesman wax-work face.
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
blog words tired zzzzzzzzzz
I'm tired, very tired. Took me ages to write this as keep hitting wrong keys. Bed now for that nice sleep you get when you're really tired.
Good day today met 3 people who could die by the end of the week. They all had a smile on their face as the sun was out. People can be amazing.
Love the world.
Good day today met 3 people who could die by the end of the week. They all had a smile on their face as the sun was out. People can be amazing.
Love the world.
Sunday, 6 February 2011
Frosting hides nothing
As I sat on my toilet, happy of the the fact all that fiber is doing the trick, I found myself staring at the big window to my right. It's completely frosted which is meant to give me total privacy from the perverts and the local peeping toms that have flooded this once great neighbourhood.
Like most people I don't do my business in the dark. It would mean taking a head torch to inspect my offerings and that's just gross. I also like to take my time, maybe reading the paper or a bit of that book I'm not really enjoying anymore but feel I should finish now I've started it.
It was not until the first paper based clean-up operation of my posterior did the first tingles of worry being to twitch.
If you have ever watched old 70 hardcore porn edited for the UK (hang on, that's lost lots of you), if you have ever seen a streaker from a football match shown on TV you will know that you don't need to see anything to see everything.
The pixelation/blurring does little to hide what going on and in fact can draw you eyes closer to the action as you brain tries to sort out what its seeing.
My frosted shield of modesty is in fact nothing more than a beacon to anybody withing 500 meters of my flat. I have lived here for almost 5 months. That's well over 100 toilet based events?
shit.
Like most people I don't do my business in the dark. It would mean taking a head torch to inspect my offerings and that's just gross. I also like to take my time, maybe reading the paper or a bit of that book I'm not really enjoying anymore but feel I should finish now I've started it.
It was not until the first paper based clean-up operation of my posterior did the first tingles of worry being to twitch.
If you have ever watched old 70 hardcore porn edited for the UK (hang on, that's lost lots of you), if you have ever seen a streaker from a football match shown on TV you will know that you don't need to see anything to see everything.
The pixelation/blurring does little to hide what going on and in fact can draw you eyes closer to the action as you brain tries to sort out what its seeing.
My frosted shield of modesty is in fact nothing more than a beacon to anybody withing 500 meters of my flat. I have lived here for almost 5 months. That's well over 100 toilet based events?
shit.
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