24 - Season 3: Episode 3

continued……

The following takes place between 00:00am and 03:26am

00:00

It was fair to say we had broken the back of the shift! It’s always nice on nights when you consider yourself to be on the home stretch! We tucked into our cold dinner as the clock ticked down to when we had to green up for the next one. Sadly, that time arrived far to quickly and once again we were off. I was also starting to yawn which with 6 hours to go, isn’t ideal! Again, I tentatively suggested we swap round but the only thing I got was laughter in return. Worth a shot! 

“30 year old male, DIB, Asthma. From NHS 111”

You’ll be shocked to hear I was sceptical! As far as I’m concerned, people who have asthma no what an asthma attack feels like and know what to do when they have one. They also know exactly when they need to call 999 so I find it odd for an asthma patient to call 111 for advice. As had been the theme of the evening, my cremate posed me a simple question:

“On a scale of 0-10, 0 being breathing so perfectly it makes me feel positively wheezy and 10 being unable to breathe, requiring ventilations, a silent chest, tracheal and sub-costal tug all needing immediate inspiration and a blue call, how bad is his DIB?”

“I reckon a 2. Possibly a 3. He’s probably got a cough. In fact, change that to a 1. Normal everything, no wheeze but thinks A & E will be some kind of great adventure!”

We pulled up at the block of flats. The address details said ‘4th floor’. There was no lift. Can you imagine the joy that was flowing through my veins?! By the time we got to the top, both of us were breathless and therefore, by my prediction, more in need of an ambulance than the patient. 

BINGO! *takes a bow*

There was our treasure of a patient, sitting on the sofa grinning away. There was no cyanosis, no increased respiratory rate, no obviously distress or difficulty, just a big grin. The grin itself was mildy unsettling! 

“Good evening Sir, what’s the problem tonight?”

“I’ve had this awful cough and cold. I think I’m wheezy with difficulty in breathing.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Since the afternoon.”

My crewmate, complete with wry smile, did all of his OBs. All normal. Oxygen levels were 100%, there was no temperature, blood pressure and heart rate were normal. I couldn’t find anything wrong with him other than being sniffly. 

Despite my sound medical advice and suggestions of alternatives to accident and emergency he wanted to go and get ‘Antibotics’. I didn’t think he needed Antibiotics but there was definitely no indication for ‘Antibotics’. Rest assure though, he had taken ‘Paretomol’ and ‘Buprofen’. 

*Facepalm*

Anyway, overnight bag packed he headed back down the stairs to the ambulance and headed off. On route I had a fascinating conversation with his wife about diabetes. She had been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes a year ago at the age of 26. I can’t say I was surprised, she must have been in excess of 20 stone and rather short. Diabetes was somewhat inevitable. However, she assured me that she’d ‘caught it’ of her mum. Yep, that nasty contagious strain of diabetes mellitus was at it again, jumping from host to host, catching people unawares. It was just sheer coincidence she happened to be morbidly obese, a smoker and didn’t exercise. But yes, blame the parents! 

What these two need is the health promotion version of the ‘birds and the bees’ chat. An actual in depth conversation about lifestyle, risk factors, causes, what constitutes being ill and PRONUNCIATION of very common medications! Every time someone says ‘Buprofen’ a puppy dies. Spread the message and help cure the madness!

01:15

Thoroughly frustrated and now verging on irritable I no longer felt on the home straight. It felt like there was absolutely years to go until the end of the shift. Urrrrrgggghhhh!!

“23 year old female, tearing abdo pain, From NHS 111”

Really?! ‘Tearing’ seems the new buzzword that NHS 111 seem to be asking patients. Tearing abdo pain is a symptom of a very dangerous, life threatening Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm. (AAA). These patients often die. Unfortunately, if you ask someone who is ringing for advise if the pain is ‘a tearing pain’ it is highly likely a fair few will just say yes. Cue the Red 2 response of FRU and an ambulance. 

“On a scale of 0-10, 0 being calm, relaxed and whistling ‘ Always Look On The Bright Side of Life’, and 10 being the worst abdo pain since records begun, causing eventual loss of consciousness and a necessity to anaesthetise immediately, how bad do you think the pain is?”

“Definitely a 2. No more. But I want a bonus if she says 11 or 12 then laughs.” 

Up ahead of us were blue lights, we slowed down by the police car and saw the wreckage of a car. 

“Evening! Need a hand at all?!” 

“Yes please, we’d just requested you, got 1 trapped”

“RUNNING CALL: RTC, Car vs Tree, 26 year female trapped, injuries unknown.”

Pulled over and the road was subsequently closed. In the passenger seat was a young lady very distress and upset. The wouldn't open and her leg was trapped. A second ambulance was on scene within a minute or so and one of them got into the back, much to his annoyance! Everyone else claimed seniority so it was he who hat to sit in the back, holding her head for probably an hour whilst we got the fire brigade to cut her out. 

As I’ve said before, the fire brigade are great at what they do and we can’t get these patients out of the car without them. They arrived on mass much to the amusement of the police and myself. A sea of daffodils bundled out of all 3, yes 3 fire engines plus a specialist rescue unit. There was at least 24 of them around this tiny Nissan Micra. 

“I can’t stand around here watching them all swinging their bollocks around in some blue light mating ritual. I’m taking the driver to the truck and see how he is!”

Well, that was my cremate gone! And she had a point. Despite explaining that I just wanted the door off they seemed determined to take the roof off! My patient had no neck pain or back pain but was trapped and her leg was hurting. I wanted to get her out with as little faff as possible but that was proving an impossible task. The ‘white helmet’ ( 1 of 3) attempted to patronise me with phrases such as ‘Look here luv…’ which went down a treat. They didn’t need to take the roof off, the door would surface so much to their annoyance I pissed on their parade and stuck to my guns. Rolled eyes and head shakes followed but I didn’t care. It was freezing cold, raining and my patient needed to be in the warm with some decent pain killers. This wasn’t the time of the place for a training exercise. 

With the door off we got her fitted into a KED (fancy extraction devise) and promptly pulled her out of the car sideways onto the bed. She had escaped with minimal injuries so was taken in the other ambulance. We took her husband to the same hospital and left the 24 deflated egos having a collective bitch about that stupid paramedic! Ooops!

This encounter had woken me up somewhat! By the time we were fed and watered and ready to go again it was approaching 03:30 so time for 1, maybe 2 more depending on the customer! Winning!

Time to press the button again…..

To be continued…..

Size Matters

"33 year old female, in labour, birth imminent"

Over the past five or so years without meaning to, I seem to have become the ambulance services resident midwife. That isn't an actual, official or even recognised title, it's one I have made up. I have done so because for most ambulance staff, delivering 1 or 2 babies in a 5 year period is about normal. Some have never actually delivered one, other have done more. I however have now delivered 12, including twins, a shoulder dystocia and breech delivery. That in itself is more than the requirement to qualify as a registrar midwife, and was all done without a hospital as backup and using the 'improvise, adapt and overcome' work ethic! (I was told this by the midwife that trains us! Apparently a registrar midwife needs to have done 'X' about of births including twins, shoulder dystocia and breach!)

I think that's what we pride ourselves on in the ambulance service. We have plenty of shortcomings when it comes to clinical knowledge and ability, compared to that of specialist resus teams, midwives, trauma doctors, nurses and GPs but what we do have is an ability to adapt to any situation, be it someone stuck under a train or someone giving birth in the back of a taxi! We generally don't get phased and can make the best of a bad situation.    

Tonight, it became apparent we had logistical problems! We were dispatched to the 'in labour' and after driving for 9 miles we pulled up at the location which had been given with extra details of 'by the park and the school'. We were on the road we were supposed to be on, next to a school and a small park and we were parked at the exact point on the map that the sat nav was saying we should be. The only problem was there was no block of flats or building to match the name we had. 

"Red base, we are at the location but there is no sign of the building, could you call back with some more location information, over"

"Rog, will do, standby, over"

2 or 3 minutes past by so we got all the maternity stuff together waiting for them to call back. Eventually we got a message on our screen.

'UPDATE: Patient states they are in the orange block of flats next to the school'

How helpful.....

"Red base, we are parked by the school, there are no buildings or blocks of flats, let alone an orange one."

"Rog, will give it another ring back"

5 minutes later.....

'UPDATE: Patient states they are in the large orange block of flats.'

Really?!

"Red base, THERE IS NO BLOCK OF FLATS IN SIGHT! We have driven on all the local roads and up and down the length of this road, there are no blocks of flats"

"Rog, standby....."

7 minutes of area searching and frustration followed....

'UPDATE: Patient states they are in the huge orange block of flats next to the school, apparently you can't miss it.'

*counts to 10*

I'm never one for being rude to, or about control staff. They are bound by algorithms when taking a call and cannot deviate. 99% of the time the dispatchers and allocators are polite and helpful. However, I was getting a bit fed up with having the same conversation over and over again.

"Red base, there is no normal size, large or huge orange building, or any other building that could be flats in a half mile radius of our location. I need another road name or the patients partner or someone will have to come to us and direct us, we have been lost here for 20 minutes now!"

"..................Rog, standby......"

STANDBY! WHAT DO YOU THINK WE'VE BEEN DOING?!

*counts to 10 again*

I get it, some patients are bad at giving directions! However, if you have a crew saying there is no block of flats anywhere near, changing the size from normal, to large, to huge isn't going to change anything! What was the next plan?! Ginormous, Mahoosive, Monstrous?! 'Oh sorry, we found it now, we didn't realise you meant the Monstrous Orange building, silly us'. NO! We need a better location, because quite frankly, there could be a baby stuck in our patients vagina and we are STANDING BY!

'UPDATE: Drive down the road you are on, patients husband will meet you outside, hazard lights are flashing on his car"

Off we went, down the road, no hazard lights nearby. We drove, and drove and drove. After just over a mile we saw hazard lights in the distance. Waving frantically was the hubby. There was no school, no park and the block of flats was averagely sized. Oh, and it was yellow, not orange! He rushed inside and we followed. As I turned the corner into the bathroom, I was presented with a crowning vagina! Within 30 seconds I was holding a crying baby boy! Dad cut the cord, everyone was smiles, photos were taken and they were both taken into hospital. 

Another job jobbed.....!

21 seconds

“23 year old male, light headed, hasn’t slept”

It was one of those nights! Relentless from start to finish, no down time between jobs, no chance to eat decent food, horrible patients, a mix of alcohol and mental health with the odd contact with bodily fluid. Not pleasant by any stretch of the imagination! I was knackered, it was 6am and after 25 minutes of driving we made it back to station without a job. This was a bad thing in terms of finishing on time. We hadn’t had a break which changes timings slightly. 

Right, for those not in the know on the ins and outs of ambulance services complex rest brake policy let me try and explain. On a 12-hour shift you are entitled to a 45-minute break. Of those 45 minutes, 30 minutes are protected and 15 minutes are interruptible. This means in the last 15 minutes of your break you can be given a cardiac arrest if you are the nearest available crew.  During your shift you can only be given your break during your break window. This runs from 4 hours after your shift start time to 2 hours and 45 minutes before you shift end.  All breaks can only be taken at the ambulance station where you are working from so to get a break you have to be sent by control back to station and once arrived they ring you to give you your break time. Simple! Right?! Now, if you don’t get a break, which is the case 95% of the time, you get your break at the end of the shift. The only difference is that your interruptible part of the break is at the beginning. That means on a 7am finish you can be given a cardiac arrest from 6:15-6:30am. From 6:30 you are finished. Job done!

Now, back to the shift! As I said, it was 6am. If we got a job now, we would be seriously late off. We sat on station begging for 6:15 to come. We waited and waited, seconds past, minutes past. We were almost there! After a night of getting worked to the bone we were going to finish on time. We also had the safety net of a crew that started at 6am who were sat on station so they could take a late job if we were unlucky enough to get one in the next 2 minutes. 

1 minute.

45 seconds.

30 seconds.

25 seconds.

21 seconds…….the radio starts beeping and vibrating. Really?!

I got up off the sofa, headed out of the mess room, down the corridor, into the garage and pressed the button to accept the job. The time stamp on the screen was 06:15:06. The job was a very low category of call, not a cardiac arrest. The other crew had got into their ambulance fully expecting it to be transferred to them. I called up control. 

“Morning red base, just been send CAD 912, just to advise, we are in our interruptible rest break and are Red 1s only now”

“The job was dispatched at 06:14:39, you were not in your interruptible break then”

“OK, then could you send it down to the early turn as they are on station and willing to take it?”

“No, I’ve sent it to you”

“This will make us massively late off, we are currently in our rest break.”

“That isn’t my problem, you weren’t when I dispatched it”

I didn’t bother responding. I was too livid. I can’t ever recall being so angry. So angry in fact I seriously considered quitting there and then. This is no life; enforced overtime when there is no need was not what I signed up to. I’m not evening blaming the system or the management of the system. I don’t for a minute think that this was a managerial decision, it was a decision made by a dispatcher in a bad mood. A dispatcher who is guaranteed to finish their shift on time, regardless of whether the crews they have send off are hours from finishing. A dispatcher who has had a 10-minute break for every hour they have spent in front of their screen. 

We drove the 9 miles to the job through the rush hour traffic. To add insult to injury, our patient was complaining of having not slept. Funny that.....neither had we! 

“What’s the problem this morning?”

“I feel light headed and I’ve been awake all night”

“How long have you felt like this?”

“Since lunch time yesterday”

“Are you fasting at the moment?”

“Yes”

“Have you had this before?”

“Yes, every time I fast”

It was a frustrating conversation. Why if you know the cause would you not do something about it?! What is a hospital going to do? What is an ambulance going to do?! It is personal choice to fast and part of religious beliefs but surely if it causes the need for an ambulance every day something has to give?! Anyway, that aside we headed off to hospital. That was 3 miles in the wrong direction. 

At 7:45am we arrived at hospital. At 8:15 we left hospital. At 09:05 we arrived back on station. At 09:15 we signed out and left station. At 10:10 I arrived home. It was almost 17 hours since I left my house for work. It was just over 6 hours until I would have to leave again. My shift was 14 hours and 15 minutes without a break. Of that, 2 hours and 45 minutes was enforced overtime. What part of any of that is fair? What part of any of it is right? No one is accountable for this, there is no one to complain to and if we did, there would be no outcome that would change a thing. 21 seconds. 21 seconds almost made me quit the job I love. 21 seconds was all that was needed to leave me exhausted for the rest of the run of shifts.