A re-post: Ambulance stories (1)

My first ever Ambulance Story. Just to prove that being an EMT in London is far from being a glamorous job!


The un-snippable turd

Sometimes, ambulances are called by other agencies, and not by the person in need of help. Railway staff make frequent requests for ambulances, whether in underground stations, or on the main line system. When you consider how many people are travelling on both systems on any given day in Central London, it is understandable, to some degree.

So, when we received a call on the radio to go to Paddington Station, it was not particularly unusual. We had added information, that a female was in a collapsed state in the toilets, in great pain, and unable to move. On the way to the job, with siren blaring and blue lights flashing,  we were in the habit of considering what we might be going to encounter on arrival. Using the basic information and diagnostics supplied by the caller, we could presume a whole number of things. Young female…

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8 thoughts on “A re-post: Ambulance stories (1)

  1. Great post 🙂 Yes, I am back after a fairly long absence on this site 🙂 I find your stories about your job as an EMT interesting. I knew from the start that that kind of job is far from glamorous considering some of the stuff one has to deal with psychologically and I can’t wait to hear more about your blog posts regarding the topic. Anyway, keep up the great work as always 🙂

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  2. ROFL! Pete, ol’ buddy.. you are noteworthy for being able to cover any number of wide ranging subjects in your posts, from politics to culture.. and beyond (I think emergency calls to remedy body functions fall into that category). Hence your large readership. You have a gracious talent. Now, given all that… within your library of subject matter, some I find of interest enough to comment on, as you know I lean toward politics and history more than photographs of the fauna of the English rural gentry. But I had no idea you had a whole category on your EMT experiences.

    I am currently in my home office as my desk.. and my GF sits at her own “work station” behind me across the room. So she heard my laughter when I read your story here. She is aware you exist as I have shared with her some of my more interesting blog compadres as extended caricatures of my online contacts, if for nothing else than to give my sitting at the computer hours each day some plausible reasoning for her to keep her objections to a minimum. So when my audible giggles got her attention she demanded that I read your story to her.

    Now, Pete.. I am fairly adept at reading aloud and I can introduce a dramatic flare of emphasis when the text requires it. So rest assured I gave your prose a very good presentation verbally. The result was her complete laughter at your narration of events that day. So.. now I am being expected to review all your posted ambulance stories to satisfy her quest for human interest stories.

    “Hey, Arlee… blog-buddy Pete from the UK has another story!” 🙂

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      1. LOL.. just read it to her! 🙂

        My ex was a nurse and I heard many stories, and like in your job over there, strange objects did indeed find their way into anal cavities.
        But just when you think you’ve heard all possible of human maladies I read just the other day about hairy tongues. You just never know.
        I was in the funeral business for five years during one life phase… and I typically showed up when you ambulance guys left the scene… leaving what was left of the victim. Lots of stories on that end too.. but not happy ones, I’m afraid. As we oft said in the biz.. you can’t take the “fun” out of “funeral”. 🙂

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        1. I wouldn’t have enjoyed being an undertaker. What we did on occasion was bad enough, without dealing with dead bodies all day, every day. But I did get used to it, it has to be said. The human capacity to adapt to anything was proved once again. 🙂
          Best wishes, Pete.


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