PC Bloggs powerfully writes about the work that the police do that isn't 'target orientated'.
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Thursday, October 9
by
Reynolds
on Thu 09 Oct 2008 10:00 PM BST
Wednesday, October 8
by
Reynolds
on Wed 08 Oct 2008 09:55 PM BST
"19 year old male, chest pain", that's a blue light, sirens, whizzing through the streets sort of call. Not because he's nineteen, but because it's a chest pain. Remember, chest pains are one of the things that we need to get to in eight minutes or the government will slap us on the wrist. Nineteen year olds don't often have heart attacks, not unless they have been hitting the cocaine rather hard. Where they do have heart problems it sadly tends to be of the sort that causes the heart to stop suddenly. So we arrived and the young man was very pleasant. He certainly didn't look like he was having a heart attack, he was upright, he wasn't sweaty, he wasn't dizzy and he wasn't having any trouble with his breathing. "I've had this pain for half an hour, and I've seen those posters, the one with the belt around the chest, so I thought I'd call you". So we popped him into the ambulance and did all the tests that we normally do including an ECG and a full history. He'd been working out at the gym the day previously, the pain got worse if he took a deep breath in and the ECG was more normal than my own. I told him that we couldn't be sure, that the only way to be certain would be with blood tests, but the patient seemed happy that he wasn't having a heart attack. "I suppose you think I'm silly", he said. "No mate, I'd rather come out to someone who is thinking they are having a heart attack than to come out to someone lying dead on the floor because they ignored their heart attack". Sometime I moan about people calling the ambulance for inappropriate reasons, the verrucas, the runny noses, the period pains - but I never moan about people calling me out for chest pains. Chest pains are 'boring' jobs for us, you need to do a lot of things and run over the same questions and there is seldom any change in the circumstances of the patient.
But I don't go to work to be entertained. I go to work to Tuesday, October 7
by
Reynolds
on Tue 07 Oct 2008 10:43 AM BST
She sits there, quietly she tells me about what has happened. She describes one of the worst things one human being can do to another. She's reliving it for me. I shouldn't be here. I should be waiting outside, waiting for the police to arrive to make sure that the scene was safe. But as I sat outside with the message on my screen saying 'police have no units to send' all I could think of was her, alone in the house. Or with the person who did this to her. So we went in. As she tells me what happened my crewmate is in the room next door playing with her child, her child who seems thankfully ignorant of what has happened. When I've been to a job like this before the police have always been there first, today I'm there first. I'm the first authority face that she sees. So she unburdens herself onto me, there is nothing I can say to make things better, all I can do is offer her someone to listen to and a promise that the police will arrive soon. But it can't be soon enough. Saturday, October 4
by
Reynolds
on Sat 04 Oct 2008 10:00 AM BST
I've spoken before on the 'Connecting for Health' IT project, its something that frankly gives me the willies; a huge database of all your medical details that has shockingly bad security measures. (I've spoken to people working on the system, and trust me, it's horrendously insecure). They are having a consultation process on the use of your medical information, which you can take part in on-line. NHS Connecting for Health (NHS CFH) is conducting a consultation with the public and healthcare professionals on the use of patient information for purposes such as health research and managing and planning care.
From the Open Rights Group mailing list I'm part of, someone has made the following point. Note that the survey more than once claims that patients have no legal right to control information they have given the NHS about themselves once it has been anonymised. This is just exactly the sort of function creep that I mentioned in the previous post, please go and have your own say about your data being used in this fashion. Oh, and you folks do me proud. If anyone else wants to join up (I do recommend it, I'm a proud supporter, and you can see the sorts of bright people we have involved) you can find out more here. These folks do good work that you can help support for less than the price of two pints of lager. Friday, October 3
by
Reynolds
on Fri 03 Oct 2008 01:33 PM BST
A paramedic who tackled a wheelchair-bound gunman has been hailed a hero. Myself? I would have either thrown him the drugs and told him to take them all at once - then call out the armed police, or just run. That the man was in a wheelchair is neither here nor there, you can shoot from a wheelchair as numerous paralympic medal-winners have shown. I've also known wheelchair users who have run quite successful drug dealing businesses. I particularly like one of the comments left on the site that says, I have had the dubious 'pleasure' of having met Mr Wilson as a result of my job, and although on the face of it, it is hard to believe that a man with no legs, and confined to his wheelchair could be a threat to anyone,believe me he is a very threatening, aggressive and thoroughly odious little man. Good work from the Paramedics. Just a snapshot of the sorts of things we can walk into. Many thanks to the reader who sent me this story.
by
Reynolds
on Fri 03 Oct 2008 10:30 AM BST
Sometimes you are grateful for the drunk that has been getting progressively more intoxicated through the duration of your shift. As you drive past him on the way to the hospital you wave at each other for nearly twelve hours. Then, as a final job of the shift for both you and the police, he tries to get up, falls over and gets a massive bump on the head. He's not aggressive and his timing is perfect, both you and the police get off shift on time for a change. Also - sometimes short little random thoughts let you have time in your real life to get some real life concerns sorted out, although doing it for more than a week would be tiresome. Our Control was asking for an ambulance for a stabbing on our patch while we were on our way, under blue lights, to a twenty six year old with indigestion. So it goes. Thursday, October 2
by
Reynolds
on Thu 02 Oct 2008 09:46 AM BST
After going to the umpteenth person who answers in the negative when I ask, "Have you tried taking a painkiller?", I would suggest that if people were to take a painkiller, my workload would be halved.
And after last night, a drop of antacid for indigestion might be handy as well. But that way lies madness, for soon I'll expect people to be able to put a sticking plaster on themselves next. Wednesday, October 1
by
Reynolds
on Wed 01 Oct 2008 10:00 AM BST
In the eyes of the government this is a 'successful' job. For the patient, for the parents, for the staff involved, for everyone that matters - this is not a successful job. If ambulance services weren't chasing government targets then this may well have been a 'unsuccessful' job for the government - but a success for everyone else. |
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