The girl stood in front of our patient in the hall way and stared, hypnotised as we did our job.  She must have been about sixteen.  Clutching at her legs were two other children aged possibly between four and six.  They too were staring – mouths agape, as only young ones do.  I caught the girl’s eye and tried to smile.

“You might want to take those kids away into another room my dear . . . they shouldn’t be seeing this eh”

Our patient lay sprawled out on their back, in a tight council flat hall way.  He was in cardiac arrest after suffering an asthma attack.  He was only nine years old. Continue reading →

Yes.  You did read that correctly.

Marvin and I were practically on top of the address when we got “pinged” down this job on our [tippy title=”MDT” URL=””] “Mobile Data Terminal”. Sounds like it should be something mega technical but it isn’t.  It’s the on board computer screen that keeps us updated with our jobs.  It keeps track of all our times too.  This is important for keeping ORCON and keeping the government happy. [/tippy].  It took us barely a second to recognise the address as being the one right next to us.  And, realising that we could (and probably would) be cancelled off this, due to it’s “non life threatening status”, we decided to bomb it round there as quickly as possible and press ourselves “red at scene” (can’t be cancelled).  I mean, how could you turn down an opportunity to deal with this! Continue reading →

I attended my first ‘RVP’ a while back.  That means we ‘assisted’ the police in a raid.  And even though we were ultimately not required and saw absolutely no action, I did find it exciting.

The job doesn’t come down as much.  It simply requests for you to ‘RVP’ at a certain police station.  Once there you sit in on the briefing and then leave, en masse, to whatever it is that’s happening.

Our briefing wasn’t quite as I imagined it to be . . . Continue reading →