Firsts

Since I've been out as an observer with the ambulance service, I've had quite a few 'firsts'.

I've seen my first dead body, seen my first freshly hatched baby (about 1 minute old by the time we arrived), done CPR on a real person for the first time, and seen my first case of 'compensationitis'.

The problem is, for the first real time in my life - I'm not hellbent and focused on a career as a doctor anymore. I feel as though I'm being torn in two different directions in my life, and I really don't know which way to go.

Any suggestions??

Bless

I managed to get some more observing recently, and am due to do yet more - but something made me smile the last time.

I managed to get some observing on the FRU (fast response unit), and we got a call to a possible stroke. We pulled up outside the house and I hopped out of the car, donning my lovely orange observer's jacket as I went.

The patient's daughter came out to greet us, and she turned straight to me and said: "Ooh are you the lovely lady I spoke to on the phone - you sounded so posh and nicely spoken. Thank you for coming!" The paramedic and I looked at each other and laughed. Not least because I don't speak posh due to my strong accent!

It was sweet nevertheless. I don't think she realised that control is in a different place and has a different role, nevermind getting from control to the patient in 2 minutes (good eh??) would need a tardis and not an ambulance!

New year, new diet

Well, in response to a comment made by one of the paramedic course admissions tutors, I need to shed some weight. She didn't tell me to lose weight because she's never met me of course - but the words she used were: "We like to see all our candidates being weight and height in proportion". Honestly I think I could blag it. I know i'm a tadge overweight, but I would consider myself still to be in proportion.

However, I don't want to give them an easy reason to reject me, and hence I am dieting again. Do you think that the contents of my shopping trolley at the supermarket may have given the game away slightly??

I even went for a co-ordinated stagger around the campus last night, but only once everyone had buggered off to town to get drunk!!

Nice

It's official. I'm an alcoholics wet dream. I have Guinness on my elbows and beer in my hair. I smell of a fruity combination of sambuca and lager, as well as stale cigarette smoke. I have glass shards in my hand that I can't get out, and broken glass in the soles of my work boots.

I have the expression of someone who has seen far too many drunks to care anymore, and I've had to put up with idiots all night. All in all I'm not a happy Merys. I'm a tired, grumpy asthmatic Merys who is fed up of twats smoking at the bar, despite large signs and my swearing repeatedly at them. I'm fed up with them rubbing it in by buying rounds of drinks on their debit cards, simply because they can since their student loan payment has gone in. I don't get a student loan because I am a post-grad. I'm fed up because my hours have been cut at work, without anyone telling me, but yet the bar is busier than ever and we're expected to work harder and be understaffed too.

Do you think I may be grouchy at all??

M

A full and interesting week

Well, my apologies for not posting last week, but what with more observing on the ambulance station, working, being on call, salsa dancing, going to the gym and starting jogging - I didn't have a lot of spare time!

I've been granted another paramedic interview at university, so that makes two now, meaning that I need more exercise and even more work experience.

I intend to blog about my observing malarkey later (maybe when I get back in from work tonight), but for the time being I need to straighten my hair and put my face on for my adoring public!!

M xxx

Observers Curse

I've just decided that it might be time to blog about the last time I went observing before Christmas. Since I managed to get an interview on a paramedic university course, I need more work experience to look better on the day. I kept reminding myself of this dedication when I set my alarm clock to 5.30 AM. This was a perfectly acceptable time of the day - had I not been working in the bar till stupid-O'clock the night before. I guess I got to bed around 2.30AM before getting up for 5.30. With my taxi booked and my lunch in my bag I trudged from my flat to arrive just before 7AM.

I was lucky to be paired with a cool crew, even if they did think my accent was particularly hilarious (yeah, so funny mate - no I don't live on Emmerdale Farm).
Observers curse didn't set in as much as the last time I went out. A fair few 'proper' jobs and what appeared like no timewasters. I was told that it wasn't busy though.

On the second day I was very lucky to go out on the car. Less jobs, more serious ones (at least in theory).

Does it sound strange that I was disappointed that there was no blood involved?

What did surprise me was how naive I felt on one of the jobs. I don't really want to go into detail, but none of the patients had been in an immediately life threatening condition (broken bones, slips and trips etc), yet it didn't hit me that one patient could actually die until a member of his family asked if he would be fine.
The answer was probably.
Only probably...
I guess it stopped me in my tracks. I feel so dumb for being enthusiastic and blasé about other people’s health and misfortunes. I was feeling so good about myself getting my work experience, and enjoying it – that I never considered that it could potentially be life and death.

I guess I have something to talk about at interview now.

Snowboarding

I thought that these incredibly blurry photos would illustrate a point.
a) I can barely snowboard and, b) my dad can barely use a camera!

The good thing about them though - you can't tell who I am because they're blurry and I'm wearing a helmet!

Baby, it's cold outside.

I've just gotten back to my flat at uni to discover that the central heating hasn't come on, so it's sodding freezing here at the moment. My lectures start again with a vengeance, and I've only just found the stupid timetable that they gave us before Christmas, so I actually know where I'm going in the morning. It would appear that I have a medical statistics lecture - so that'll be something that I won't understand. In fact, it would be fair to say that I'll go in knowing nowt and come out knowing less.

It's been an interesting 3 week holiday. I have no exams to return to because I did coursework before Christmas - so I've had the *luxury* of working over the holidays and trying to earn some money. I've rewarded my hard work of chav hating by buying a new mobile phone to replace the old camera phone I had. When I'm at home I work as a leisure centre / social club manager, and I focus more on the social club side - so I manage the bar, cafe, parties, children's play area etc.

My Christmas work has mainly been chasing teenage girls out of the ladies toilets and threatening them with the police. The girls were of the Catherine Tate variety, and after they had squared up to me, I had to stop and laugh with the rest of the staff. I feel so old compared to them, and I was never that bad when I was a teenager. Then again, I didn't live in a tracksuit with a Burberry baseball cap on either, so I guess that would explain it.

I was lucky to receive a late Christmas present of some snowboarding lessons this year too, so I spent more time on the slopes at Xscape. Actually, that's a lie......I spent a lot of time on my arse, my knees, my back, and on one embarrassing attempt at snowboarding - on my nose. I did enjoy it though, even though my parents thought it was the funniest thing they'd ever seen! The worrying thing is, I've got to re-do my level 4 boarding lesson, but after that I'm deemed to be of recreational standard and my lessons are finished. Scared, me? Never.....

I will post some snowboarding pictures when I upload them on this machine. I actually have some of me standing up and moving downhill too!!

6 months

My thoughts are still with the families of anyone involved in the London bombings. We will not be threatened by terrorists!

No more

This is just a quick post from my phone because it will be costing me a fortune. Normal service resumes when i return to uni tomorrow.