Showing posts with label Diet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Diet. Show all posts

Friday, 15 February 2013

Fat vs Fag

"56 year old male, chest pain, DIB"

Despite a large number of pedestrians trying their very best to throw themselves in front of my ambulance and numerous cyclists doing their uppermost to raise my blood pressure we made it to the address without any deaths on our conscious! Loaded up like a travelling circus, we headed round to the entrance to the flats and staggered up the stairs and knocked. The smell of stale smoke hit me even before the door was opened. Eventually, we were let in by our very breathless patient. He slowly walked back into the flat, pulling his oxygen tubing with him. 

Home oxygen is given to people with severe respiratory problems and our guy was a long term COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease) sufferer. Sitting in his chair he panted for about 30 seconds until he was able to speak. The upshot of the story was his lungs were pooped. He was having a particularly bad day of 'pooped lungs' and it was causing him real discomfort. Whilst my crew mate was doing his ECG etc my Detective Columbo eyes were wondering around the room. On the table next to the patient was a blue inhaler, a purple inhaler, a brown inhaler, various tablets, a bowl with spit in it, a tin of Fisherman's Friends, a lighter, an ashtray and a pack of 20 Superking. 

"You're still smoking?!"

"Yeah, I know I shouldn't."

"How many a day?"

"Maybe 30 or 40"

"No wonder you're breathless!"

"I know I know, save the lecture, I've heard it before!" he said with a grin!

"You know I have to say something! We call it health promotion, you call it nagging!"

We had a good chuckle about flogging dead horses! He was a really nice guy with plenty of tales to tell which made the journey to hospital a lot more enjoyable than usual. Then he said something that firstly took me back a bit and then got me thinking.

"So, you wag your finger at me for smoking, do you wag your finger at fat people for over eating?"

It took me a good while of thinking to reply:

"No!"

"Well don't you think it's unfair to pick on us smokers! Besides, you're one to talk. If I'm not mistaken that's a pack of cigarettes in your top pocket!"

BUSTED! He had me hook, line and sinker! Nothing I could say now would have any credibility when it came to smoking! I felt like saying "Do as I say, not as I do" but I was laughing to much! I could hear my crew mate in the front laughing away too! 

"You just got schooled!" he shouted through.

It's true! I had indeed got schooled! We dropped him off at hospital to get the treatment he desperately needed and left. I could hear him chuckling as we walked away! He was awfully proud of himself! 

He had a bloody good point though. Why don't we berate obese people? Why is it acceptable to say 'filthy habit', 'can't stand the smell of smoke', 'do you have to do that near me?', 'it will kill you' and make the smokers smoke outside to be made a spectacle of?

Why is NOT acceptable to say to someone who is obese who is stuffing a burger into their face 'that's a filthy habbit' or 'I can't stand the sight of you shovelling food into your gob' or 'do you have to do that near me' or 'eating that stuff will make you fatter' or 'being so fat will kill you?' Why can't we tell them that their fatness is disgusting? Why can't we make them eat fast food standing outside under a gazebo and make a spectacle of them?

Because, as a country we are not quite there yet and too many of us love a Big Mac! Before you all tell me I am being harsh and horrible, I don't actually think all that stuff, nor would I want to say it but it is an interesting talking point. Smoking kills. That's a fact. As a result smoking has been made less and less appealing. Tobacco companies can't sponsor anything, their packets are covered in 'SMOKING KILLS' slogans and images of tumours. It costs more and more to buy them, you can't smoke anywhere in public and rightly so. Smoking costs the NHS in excess of £5 billion a year and that's not including the cost of lost productivity. It also causes 1 in 5 of all deaths. Why wouldn't we try and stop people smoking and make it as unappealing as possible?!

How about if I told you that but next year, obesity will be costing the NHS £6.3 billion a year. At the moment 1 in 10 deaths are caused by obesity but within 10 years that number is expected to treble. If that is the case obesity will be costing more and causing more deaths than smoking. Will it then be acceptable to malign the obese like we malign smokers?! Will Big Macs have photos of fat people on them with slogans like 'BIG MAC KILLS' plastered across them?! Will there be a huge tax added to all foods that make people fat?! Will companies like McDonald's be banned from advertising?! Will all fast food have to be served in plain packaging?! 

What do you think?! Should smokers be vilified? Should fat people be vilified? Do we allow free choice in this country only when it suits current political motives? When do we do with obesity what we have done with smoking? Do we wait 15 years until 70% of the UK population is obese or overweight? I don't know what to do. I would certainly feel uncomfortable sitting in the back of an ambulance telling someone they are too fat. I feel bad enough telling smokers not to smoke! Being a fat smoker myself doesn't put me in a good position to lecture either!!

Alternatively, you could scrap everything I've just said, promote smoking and encourage over eating because some studies say making the population healthy would cost the country more in the long term from a longer life expectancy and care costs! Basically, we are screwed whatever we do so I'm just going to eat, smoke, drink and be merry! You?!

Friday, 10 February 2012

The Shift workers diet......

We all work shifts. Crap shifts at that. A steady mix of earlies, lates and nights. It is of no surprise a large number of EMS staff suffer insomnia. A constantly changing sleep pattern ruins your body clock and when rotas (like mine) have a mix of all earlies, lates and nights on one run of shift it is of no surprise we are permanently tired. 

The Early Shift


Generally an early shift is 06:00-18:00 or 07:00-19:00. That means you normally have to get up between 04:30 and 05:30. You WILL be tired. Fact. I am rarely compelled to make my lunch at this time of the day. The shift then last for 12 hours, without a break. You WILL be late off, usually between 45 minutes and an hour. That means generally you'll be getting home at around 19:30-20:30 on a normal day. 15 hours after you got up. It can be a lot worse. Trust me. You then get changed and eat. It's now pretty much bed time. I am never usually compelled to make my lunch for the next day.

The Late Shift

Late shift times vary greatly. They can start any time between 11:00 to 18:00 and can finish anytime between 23:00 and 03:00 but normally between 01:00 and 03:00. The shift lasts between 9 and 12 hours depending on your rota. You WILL be late off. You still don't get a break. You get more sleep and feel less tired, although, saying that, on 03:00 finishes you get home about 04:30 so it feels like a night! (see The Night Shift). I am more inclined to make lunch before my late shift but even then it is a rarity. 

The Night Shift

Some people love them. Some people hate them. I love to hate them. During a run of night shifts you make peace with the fact you won't see anyone, talk to anyone, do an washing, ironing, cooking or anything productive. Write those days off. Nights are either 18:00-06:00 or 19:00 or 07:00 and the same rules for finish late apply. As do the 12 hours with out a break. The shift feels too long. You WILL be tired. Especially on the first one. Generally when you get home after the first shift you have been on the go for 24 hours. You then sleep longer to compensate, losing the ability to prepare your food for the remaining shift. On nights I normally get up between 15:00 and 16:00. I eat, I shower, I dress and I leave.

We also have a shocking diet. There is little time or inclination to prepare a lunch. If we want hot food we have to buy it because the hospitals don't let us use their microwaves. What hot food can be purchased between in the middle of the night? Fast Food. The McFried King. The staple diet of ambulance staff. We end up scoffing food at a lightning pace between or on route to jobs with no time to digest properly. The concept of sitting at a table of sorts and eating a healthy hot meal is unheard of. Not only is this hugely unhealthy it is vastly expensive. I decided to write down what I ate and what I spent during a run of 6 shifts before Christmas. I wouldn't say my findings are uncommon at all but it did shock me. It's easy to promise yourself you'll change and you do, for a week or so, but one late finish and a bad job and it all goes to pot! 

Tuesday 06:00-18:00 (45 mins late off, no break)

Costa: Vanilla Latte £2.85

BP Garage: Chicken Salad Sandwich, Crisps and Drink £3.49
Subway: 6" Lunch deal £3.00

 Wednesday 06:00-18:00(1 hour late off, no break)

Costa: Vanilla Latte £2.85
Tesco Metro: BLT sandwich, pasta pot and drink £5.27
Vending Machine: Drink, crisps and chocolate £2.20

Thursday 18:00-03:00 (40 mins late off, no break)

Costa: Vanilla Latte x 2 £5.70
Packed Lunch: Ham rolls, quiche, pasta, biscuits, fruit, yogurt and drink. £6 ish
Burger King: Bacon double cheeseburger @ 02:00 (Oops!). £4.29

Friday 18:00-03:00 (2 hours late off, no break)

Costa: Vanilla Latte £2.85
KFC: Fully loaded meal £4.89
Off Licence: Sweets, drinks, and other crap to share. £5.82

Saturday 18:00-06:00 (45 minutes late off, no break)


Costa: Vanilla Latte £2.85
Dominoes: Large Texas BBQ to share (my turn to pay) £15.99
BP Garage: Drink and chocolate. £3.45

Sunday 18:00-06:00 (45 minutes late off, no break)

Costa: Vanilla Latte x 2 £5.70
McDonalds: McChicken Sandwich meal £3.29
Off Licence: Crap. £4.12

Total Hours: 71 hours 55 minutes
Total Breaks: None
Total Spend: £84.61

Wow! The awkward moment when........you realise your diet is shit, your arteries are clogging and you're one burger away from an AWA (Ambulance Woman's Arse)