One of my friends, who lives on the sector on which I usually work, had to call an ambulance yesterday. She was in labour and things happened much more quickly than expected, plus she was a little early, and the midwife thought she was about to deliver at home. Fortunately they managed to get her to hospital just in time. If she’d delivered in the ambulance they would have to had called it Nina. And yes, that is about the fifth time that joke has been made on this blog. I never get tired of it.
The annoying thing about this is that I was not at work at the time and therefore missed a prime opportunity to dispatch an ambulance to my friend, and thus write a fascinating blog entry from the point of view of both patient and dispatcher. I can just imagine feeling horrified at seeing her address on my screen and then relieved as there was nothing seriously wrong. In fact, I could have dispatched Steve or Reynolds to the call and then we’d have had all three sides of the story.
Still it was not to be, but the main thing is, mother and baby girl are well and happy, so many congratulations to the family from me, and next time, try to hang on until I’m on duty ; -)
