I haven't written much since new years, I know. Basically because there hasn't been much to write about.
We spend a lot of time queing at hospital and there hasn't been anything interesting in the way of jobs
Anyway. Sunday afternoon we get a call to a road junction in the town to a man vomiting in the street. Drive we past it and there is nothing to find. We get back on to control to tell them this. Unfortunately they call the people back and we are pointed in the right direction (Which is nowhere near where we were sent. But such is life)
A man appears who has featured in this blog before. He is an IV drug user and he had OD'd outside KFC. He looked at me a bit funny when we turned up and announced that he knew me.
"This is true my friend", I thought, "I have saved your life when we last met"
He points us in the direction of an underground bin storage area where this vomiting man is.
No sign of any vomit but there is man asleep on the ground.
I wake him up and we have a little conversation about whether he wants to go to hospital. He doesn't, but he was very wobbly and having trouble staying awake. His pupils are tiny. He had obviously been taking heroin in some way although he denied it. Apparently he was just very tired.
Yeah right.
The "Good Samaritan" insisted we take him to hospital. We pointed out, for the fifty million billionth time in our careers that we can't just snatch people off the street. He got the hump and left.
Anyway, long story short, we got him on the ambulance, gave him some Narcan in the arm, to get rid of the effects of the heroin that he hadn't taken.
He came round a treat and discovered that his wallet was empty and his mobile phone had been nicked.
So, the moral is, if you want to render yourself comatose, do it somewhere secure where drug addicts can't get at you
