We had a massive 24-hours at work - there was so much work, and big jobs too, going on around the area and of course we got sucked into that vortex.
Very sad jobs too - sometimes this time of year can really suck.
Last night we got sucked into Melbourne and had trouble getting out due to, as per usual, there not being enough ambulances to meet the demands. I did, however, get to do my first heroin overdose! We almost never see them out in the country. We see pissed people that have hurt themselves.
It was such a stereotypical job too - at the top of public housing flats, many hands on-deck - police, fire, security, us. Very different to what we're used to and quite a novelty. Our patient was also stereotypically ungrateful for having his life saved. It was just as it appears in the movies.
We were ramped (suck in the hospital triage with our patients on our stretchers waiting for a free bed) with our ungrateful OD and another crew brought in a drunk man in business attire who was virtually unconscious, and five weary ambos standing, waiting, and one ambo said around midnight: "It's Christmas now. Merry Christmas......" and there was about five minutes of silence as we looked at where we were and who we were with. This is our life.
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Tonight when I finish my shift I get to get on a plane and fly to Tasmania to see my Mum and Dad. I cannot wait :D
Very sad jobs too - sometimes this time of year can really suck.
Last night we got sucked into Melbourne and had trouble getting out due to, as per usual, there not being enough ambulances to meet the demands. I did, however, get to do my first heroin overdose! We almost never see them out in the country. We see pissed people that have hurt themselves.
It was such a stereotypical job too - at the top of public housing flats, many hands on-deck - police, fire, security, us. Very different to what we're used to and quite a novelty. Our patient was also stereotypically ungrateful for having his life saved. It was just as it appears in the movies.
We were ramped (suck in the hospital triage with our patients on our stretchers waiting for a free bed) with our ungrateful OD and another crew brought in a drunk man in business attire who was virtually unconscious, and five weary ambos standing, waiting, and one ambo said around midnight: "It's Christmas now. Merry Christmas......" and there was about five minutes of silence as we looked at where we were and who we were with. This is our life.
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Tonight when I finish my shift I get to get on a plane and fly to Tasmania to see my Mum and Dad. I cannot wait :D
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