I was Green Mobile (ready for a job) in the Red 1 Only period of my night shift. This means it’s the last fifteen minutes before the end of shift (in the unlikely event you didn’t get a break) and to give you a fighting chance of getting off on time you can only be given the calls that are almost guaranteed “not breathing” or “cardiac arrest”. We call it the Red 1 Roulette.
Sadly, I didn’t win this time . . . Continue reading
I was sat in my FRU on standby outside one of London’s larger train stations. It was a busy Monday morning and hundreds, if not thousands of people were going about their day, rushing to get here and there.
What a random LAS FRU looks like
I’d managed to be here for over five minutes! Without getting a job down on the MDT!! Miracle!!! But then, TAP TAP TAP at my passenger side window. Looking up I saw a well suited middle aged man looking in and trying to grab my attention – uh oh, what could it be . . . ? Someone injured? Heart attack? One under? The possibilities were endless.
I wound down the window and smiled . . . Continue reading