Time to review your belief in saints.
There’s two in your rear-view mirror, coming up fast – Mercedes Sprinter, blue lights flashing.
On a shout for some bloke who fell down the stairs at a stag do. Broken collar-bone, nasty head gash, heavy bruises and unconscious.
Real live care
Or they could be on the way to your place – your wife can’t breathe and she’s having a panic attack.
Real people with professional skills and bucket-loads of a quality no-one else has got. (Tweet this)
The only people in the world who give you time when others turn away.
Well think about it.
Two in the morning, who do you call?
Your Doc doesn’t do call-outs any more. The help-lines don’t understand you – or you can’t understand them. Online stuff is confusing – and you’re getting more worried by the second.
Then the knock at the door.
Relief, reassurance, confidence.
Solid professionals with an easy feel.
World-class paramedics who know what they’re doing.
Strangers who do more to help you than the rest of the world combined.
Because two in the morning is a very scary place when things go wrong.
You need your Mum. You need your Dad. You need a doctor, medicine, encouragement, help.
And here’s two of them all in green – all these things and more.
Ordinary people like the rest of us. But with a caring feel and commitment no-one could ever teach – kind-heartedness straight from the soul.
Yes, they’re quick. But they take their time. Rushing a patient creates problems.
You’re panicky, your wife can’t talk – so the first thing they get is garbled, disjointed, and not very accurate.
They do the checks – blood pressure, temperature, breathing. Step One, assess and stabilise.
They put her on oxygen, wrap her in a blanket – why didn’t you think of that?
Steady does it
Will they take her to hospital?
Quiet voices, steady, calming.
Colour in her cheeks now, no more gasping for air.
They take their time, but the clock is ticking. There’s a radio alert, tense, urgent.
Your wife smiles. You know the signs. Time to put the kettle on.
The two saints decline – the blonde girl with the pony tail, younger than your daughter. And the dark one with rosy cheeks.
So grown-up, but just kids – looking after the whole world.
Your wife gets tablets and a shot. More like herself and breathing easy. Back to bed, less distressing than A&E.
The two saints go. Twenty minutes and the world returns to normal.
Back to confidence. Back to being you.
They leave without lights or siren. Another ten hours ahead of them before they’re off shift.
The only people in the whole world who care when nobody else does. (Tweet this)
Harder worked than any of us will ever be. More stretched, more challenged. Yet by some miracle, totally dedicated to looking after you and me.
Think about that next time some wazzock bad-mouths them on TV.
They’ll help him too, if he needs it.
Nice to believe in human goodness again.
Originally posted on 14 August 2018 @ 12:06 pm