Living Position Confutable

We get piles of these calls. Centuries. The tale locomotes, a helpful passer has understood someone lying (NOT “egg laying”, please dear call takers) by the wayside, has not cherished to get up close to them, has pealed us and has been ineffective to control if the patient is witting or suspiring, and thus we have to handle them as if they are in cardiac pinch until proved otherwise. 99.9% of the clip, not only are these affected roles not bushed, they are not even ill. Some of them are imbibed and a spate of them are but homeless citizenry logging Z. They seldom use up kindly to having an ambulance crew turn up and prod them, and us control anatomies are likewise unimpressed that these calls have to occupy priority all over strokes and fits and humiliated leg.

So when we acquired the postdating ten transactions from the end of the displacement:

Male lying at face of route, described as perhaps passed away, umbrella all over head, ? profligate on apparel. Living status questionable, family Red 1.

I moaned inside and matted genuinely shamed about directing that pitiful ambulance crew extinct in the motorring rain and devising them at least half an 60 minutes late for the end of their shift all because someone had got culled an strange spot to have an upstart…

… Good, I came alive up this good afternoon and launched a textual matter from one of my workers. Mr Living Position Refutable was really All in! Very bushed, in fact! So I must think in future that only on occasion, the public are right to name these thing in…


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