Its been a nice day today. Weatherwise and patient wise.

It started with an unexpected trip to Oxford. The first patient was a 3 year old who was prone to having fits. She had had one and her father had called us. Her consultant was in Oxford and as we are now one big trust.........

Then back again and the only actual ill person of the day. A 78 year old who was found by her family in a completely unresponsive condition. She had brought up a lot of blood in her vomit which covered the floor. I've often said that you can usually tell as soon as you enter the door whether someone is going to hospital. This was a case in point. My crewmate got busy cannulating her and I went to get the bits to get her out of the house. To cut a long story short we got her onto our carry chair and it looked like she had had a stroke. We got her to hospital quite quickly as you can imagine.

Then to a 92 year old who had been booked in by a doctor as a non-emergency admission. She had cellulitus. This is unpleasant and messy but not that serious in the grand scheme of things. Anyway we arrive on scene and buzz her flat to be let in to the buliding. Someone lets us in. We knock the door. We ring the bell. We knock the door. My crewmate shouts through the letterbox. We can hear voices inside, talking to each other. We ring the bell. After a while we start to think its us and go back to the ambulance to check we've got the right flat. We have. We buzz again and someone lets us in again. This time we actually get into the flat. She's under the hair dryer. Because of a mess up in communication between various parties she thought she had till 4 o'clock. Never mind we said. She wasn't that keen on coming then and we were quite happy to leave her to get ready in her own time. Because of one thing and another the doctor wanted her in straight away so it was rush to get her curlers out and and some dinner down her neck. She was a nice old dear and we didn't want to rush her but other people had decided.
 
While we were sitting waiting my crewmate picked up a video box. It was Pink Floyde greatest hits. I'm not sure whether it belonged to her but it conjours up a lovely mental picture

Then off to a supermarket for a a chap having a diabetic hypo. His first in ten years, which is good going. We fed him Mars Bars and coke until he felt better and he went home.

No Mars Bars found their way into our Ambulance and we didn't eat them afterwards

That was about it really. Nice day.