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Here is a true story, we had two types of ambulance stations, there was a general station which housed up to 30 ambulances and crew?s and the accident station?s which housed two to three ambulances and crews. I was stationed at a general station in Hackney but I relieved regularly on the accident stations , one being in Kingslands High Street, where I met t this guy there who would always finish his meal when they got a ?call accident? the crew would leave up to 10 minutes late after the call. On this occasion when they got to the accident he found it was his wife who had been injured, panic set in and from that date he left every thing when he got the ?call accident? His wife was badly hurt but she survived no thanks to her husband.
One night we were called to a police station to pick up a criminal who had ?fallen? down the back stair?s in the police station.
He told us he was robbing a factory when a guy grabbed him, he beat up the guy quite badly before he realized it was a copper, back at the police station he was given a choice, get charged with beating up the policeman or going out the back with a couple of big policemen, he chose going out the back. That saved him a lot of years on his prison sentence. This happened a lot when criminal?s were criminal?s not sniffling thief?s like today?s crook?s.
In those day?s in hospital ward?s you had final year student nurses, qualified nurses, and sister?s who were usually toffee nose and up themselves, and tried to make every one feel small. Then there was the Matron whom every one cringed from.
Well this night I had to take a sick patient to St, Bartholomews Hospital, which was a posh hospital where all the money patients came to. Any way she glared at me and said in her snotty voice ?Well what?s wrong with this patient? I replied in a friendly voice?If I knew that I would have a MD after my name and you would be calling me Doctor? At which she got all flabbergasted and stormed away with the nurses around us laughing silently at her.
As I have said earlier I am real ratbag .
Another day we were coming back from a call and could hear emergency bell?s going mad so we fell behind a fire engine and followed it to where the Shoreditch-Bethnal Green train lines meet. A train had derailed and a lot of passenger?s were hurt. So we jumped in and helped out. We took 8 patients to the Bethnal Green Hospital that day.
We received a commendation for our initiative and help.
One afternoon we had to take a patient from the London Hospital to a special hospital the other side of London. We loaded the patient and Doctor , and nurse into the ambulance , when the Doctor said "if you cant get him there in 25 minutes don't bother he will be dead". Whilst in the back helping the Doctor, my partner drove along Mile End Road , through the centre of London then down Oxford Street out into the outer suburbs, a journey which would take at least an hour by an ordinary driver, he took 20 minutes. After we dropped them off we went to an ambulance station up the road for a cup of tea and do our paper work, when we got there the last crew was just on the way out and told us to have a cuppa and make sure we locked the station up when we left. The friendly attitude from all ambulance crews was amazing, we were truly brother's. :thumbup:
If you are not to bored I will try and write some more.
One night we were called to a police station to pick up a criminal who had ?fallen? down the back stair?s in the police station.
He told us he was robbing a factory when a guy grabbed him, he beat up the guy quite badly before he realized it was a copper, back at the police station he was given a choice, get charged with beating up the policeman or going out the back with a couple of big policemen, he chose going out the back. That saved him a lot of years on his prison sentence. This happened a lot when criminal?s were criminal?s not sniffling thief?s like today?s crook?s.
In those day?s in hospital ward?s you had final year student nurses, qualified nurses, and sister?s who were usually toffee nose and up themselves, and tried to make every one feel small. Then there was the Matron whom every one cringed from.
Well this night I had to take a sick patient to St, Bartholomews Hospital, which was a posh hospital where all the money patients came to. Any way she glared at me and said in her snotty voice ?Well what?s wrong with this patient? I replied in a friendly voice?If I knew that I would have a MD after my name and you would be calling me Doctor? At which she got all flabbergasted and stormed away with the nurses around us laughing silently at her.
As I have said earlier I am real ratbag .
Another day we were coming back from a call and could hear emergency bell?s going mad so we fell behind a fire engine and followed it to where the Shoreditch-Bethnal Green train lines meet. A train had derailed and a lot of passenger?s were hurt. So we jumped in and helped out. We took 8 patients to the Bethnal Green Hospital that day.
We received a commendation for our initiative and help.
One afternoon we had to take a patient from the London Hospital to a special hospital the other side of London. We loaded the patient and Doctor , and nurse into the ambulance , when the Doctor said "if you cant get him there in 25 minutes don't bother he will be dead". Whilst in the back helping the Doctor, my partner drove along Mile End Road , through the centre of London then down Oxford Street out into the outer suburbs, a journey which would take at least an hour by an ordinary driver, he took 20 minutes. After we dropped them off we went to an ambulance station up the road for a cup of tea and do our paper work, when we got there the last crew was just on the way out and told us to have a cuppa and make sure we locked the station up when we left. The friendly attitude from all ambulance crews was amazing, we were truly brother's. :thumbup:
If you are not to bored I will try and write some more.
