Occupation
March 24th, 2010
A routine call on a Friday night to a pub. Not an unpleasant pub, just to a twenty-something year old guy who happened to get in the way of the bouncers while they they ‘ejecting’ someone. His slightly unbalanced, slightly intoxicated gait resulted in a rather hard landing on the corner of a wooden box causing an unexpectedly large wound to his lower back.
Injuries aside, the amusement came from the journey into hospital:
Me: So, are you working at the moment?
Patient: Yeah.
Me: What do you do?
Patient: I’m a groundsman.
Me: Ah right.
Patient: Do you work?
Me: Umm, yeah, I’m a paramedic…
Patient: Ah right.
Yet again, I make a promise to blog more. Yet again, I’ll probably disappoint…
Entry Filed under: Work
3 Comments Add your own
1. Jo | April 7th, 2010 at 7:45 am
Welcome back!
2. Tess | April 28th, 2010 at 12:47 am
Indeed! Welcome back!!
3. adoorman | August 3rd, 2010 at 9:14 pm
Good to see a post from you again, the drunk and foolish never cease to entertain me.
I hope for more from you in the blue light taxi’s for one team, especially now that Reynolds will be heading back to work on the wards.
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