Stepping away from working on the car yesterday, I was able to do a shift back on a truck with a woman I’ve known for a while now, Jules*.
Working on the car is very different from working on a truck – and vis versa. Both Jules and I had to readjust accordingly. Jules was driving and her “readjustment” showed throughout the day . . . but pretty soon she’d got back into the mad road-rage persona that every medic achieves whilst behind the wheel. This meant I was attending, or “on the board” and had to talk to all the patients. My god it was exhausting. On the car, you often get there first, do whatever has to be done (usually not much), hand over to the ambulance crew and then bugger off. Bish bash bosh – done. So my readjustments were equally as tiring. Continue reading