Night in Town
This isn’t as glamorous as it sounds, though it was reasonably fun. I spent the night in BigCity centre on our mobile First Aid post, working with four others to provide First Aid to the people who spend their night drinking themselves silly at the local clubs and bars. It is a long night, starting at 2200 and finishing at 0300, providing we’re not treating at the time. We’re also logged on with the local ambulance service as First Responders, so we could get sent to anything in the local area, aiming to get there before the swiftly following ambulance.
The night began with a train journey to BigCity, not a bad trip, I go further every morning on the train to get to work.
I met a PCSO on the station platform in UniTown. We were both on duty that night for the same reason, to keep an eye on the drunks. fortunately, most of the ones that were his problem would only become mine after they’d been arrested.
We had a friendly conversation until my train arrived, along with a fresh load of intoxicated students for him to keep an eye on. He did have one bit of luck, however: he could clock off just after the last train. I would only be halfway through my shift by then, if that. Though, I don’t envy him his job. Taming drunks is not a fun job.
I arrived at the post to find nobody there. I was a little early, but still expected someone to be around. Then when someone finally arrived, we discovered nobody had a key for the post. Brilliant. It was an hour before everyone arrived and we could get in. It definitely shows that this was only the second week of this operation.
The night wasn’t particularly busy, but enough to keep us all from getting bored. We did get called to a collapse once, though I didn’t respond, and then was left alone when everyone else went to deal with it. Fortunately it turned out to be nothing serious.
I suspect that Ambulance Control had forgotten we existed. They were surprised every time we called a patient in to get a job number, especially when we emphasised that we didn’t want an ambulance to respond. We also received all of no calls from them sending jobs the other way.
Memorable casualties included a lady who received damage to her foot from a stiletto heel (the amount of pressure exerted on one of those heels, even by a skinny woman, still boggles my mind). Thankfully, this was just a bruise and a quite literally tiny cut. A quick clean, a plaster to keep the dirt out, and advice to rest the foot was all that needed.
Then there was the especially drunk guy who arrived at the post, only to ask where the strip club was. Even if I was interested in the same sort of clubs he was, I am rubbish at given directions. And even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have pointed him in that direction. We weren’t a tourist information centre, after all. A polite but firm dismissal sent him on his way, probably in the direction of the police post nearby (sorry guys…).
That just left the guy who had been arrested, and was brought to us by the police. Now this helps everyone out. It meant the police didn’t have to bother the NHS to get a minor wound dealt with (reducing NHS workload is why we’re out there), and gave us something to do just as we were about to get bored. Though watching someone get treated with his hands in cuffs was interesting: it made getting at the wound particularly awkward. Eventually they had to release one hand, though I’m don’t think they were strictly necessary with this guy. The burly police officers, one with us in the post, and a couple just outside, were more than enough to keep him under control.
Once we were rid of him, it was clocking off time. Aside from a bit of a hassle getting home, the rest of the day was spent catching up on my sleep, and getting ready for work the next day.
While fun, this event did eat up my entire weekend.