Nee Naw is quite correct, it’s the urgents that pay the price Whenever I ever met people for the first time and they became aware what I did for a living, the inevitable question was not long in being presented. How dose one cope with the blood and guts? Vomit and the shite? “Simple”, I would tell them! It’s their blood and their guts. Their vomit and their shite! I don’t find these things particularly traumatic, because it’s happening to them! I have attended numerous “urgent” calls all over East London and too often came across serious illness which was well past its sell by date, and we had been dealing with rubbish for the last three hours. These calls can be traumatising! One is left with ghosts in the machine. Too many visual and emotional memories of what it can be like and eventually will be like to be old, fragile and unwell.