We were wandering about in the eastern reaches of the town when we got a job. As is the norm we didn't know what we were going to initially
The details came through as "A woman unresponsive" and that was it.
Ok, that could mean anything. Anything from dead to sleepy.
We arrived and were shown into the womans room. She was sat there with her partner and had the familier wide eyed stare of the diabetic having a hypo.
"Is she diabetic?" was the first question that my crewmate asked. He was obviously thinking along the same lines as I was.
She was.
So what had happened?
The partner became everso slightly evasive.
"Well, She just became unresponsive,"he said.
"So what caused it do you think?" my crewmate asked as I was taking a blood sugar reading. It was very low.
"Well, we were messing about."
"What do you mean?"
"We were having sex,"he finally got out.
There are any number of responces to this. None of which we made but all of which we said in the ambulance afterward.
Anyway, we fixed her and left her at home, feeling slightly embarressed
Later in hospital I passed a side room in casualty to see some doctors making balloon animals.
There is a good rule of thumb that says if you think the job is going to be bad it won't be and if you think it won't be it will be bad.
A good case in point tonight. We got it as "2 people hit by a car. One lieing in the road. Irate caller. Helicopter and officer also attending"
We knew the road and it wasn't a quick road but maybe control knew something we didn't.
Off we went. Got there some time later, it was a way away. The officer had beaten us to it. One casualty who had broken her foot. Painful certainly but could have been a lot worse
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