Tonight I'm being sent across London to work at Camden ambulance station. For a grand total of four hours...

Last night was also fairly easy, with one laughable job. I'd just like to say, before telling you about this call, that I have nothing against people who are pregnant, pregnancy is fine, women are fine, it's just...well...sometimes it makes me cringe that the normal processes of pregnancy lead to us being called out as an emergency vehicle.

The patient was a 30 year old female who is 8 weeks pregnant. She has been suffering from normal 'morning sickness', so she went to the GP on Monday, then to the A&E walk in centre on Thursday where they prescribed her a medicine to stop her vomiting. Last night she wanted us called because while the medication was working, but she still felt nauseous - and couldn't actually vomit.

So she her husband called us as a 999 emergency call, and asked to be taken to a hospital out of our area because "she had a bad experience at Newham hospital". She couldn't speak any English, and the husband didn't have the worlds best grasp of the language either - so I suppose that it may just have been that the patient didn't understand what was happening to her, perhaps she needed a translator service so that the information she was being given wasn't translated by her husband who, to be honest, wasn't the brightest bulb in the box. Or perhaps this young pair were just rather stupid...

What makes things worse is that they had a much nicer flat than me.