<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30048757</id><updated>2011-12-14T03:55:31.571Z</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a Tech</title><subtitle type='html'>As the title explains,these are the thoughts, ponderings and experiences of an EMT working for the London Ambulance Service.

Some of you may have worked out that Elmo is not my real name.

The disclaimer: The thoughts, comments and views expressed in this blog are mine alone, and do not necessarily reflect those of London Ambulance Service.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841109813387217170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30048757.post-116488775154079497</id><published>2006-11-30T11:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:00:57.740Z</updated><title type='text'>Hot Children</title><content type='html'>I seem to be going to a lot of children recently that are hotter than normal for a number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worries me is the fact that the parents don't do anything about it and leave it to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following steps would make these children more comfortable and reduce the temperature;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Turn the heating down - the number of flats and houses that - I have gone to houses and flats where the temperature is so high, you start sweating as soon as you get through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Strip the baby down to the nappy - Most of them have been wrapped up as if they were eskimos in a snow storm. Surely if you are hot, you take off a layer of clothes so why not do this for the baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Give them Calpol - Given on a four hourly basis this can reduce the temperature down towards the normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. See the GP - This will mean that you won't have to spend hours in A&amp;E with the child in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does common sense leave so many parents?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30048757-116488775154079497?l=thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/feeds/116488775154079497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30048757&amp;postID=116488775154079497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/116488775154079497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/116488775154079497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/2006/11/hot-children.html' title='Hot Children'/><author><name>Elmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841109813387217170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30048757.post-116422643870120227</id><published>2006-11-22T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:13:58.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Holby City</title><content type='html'>Not a programe that I normally watch, but, for some reason I did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have not got a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People injured in an RTC (Road Traffic Collision), taken straight to a ward without even a thought for A&amp;E or is this the 'New streamlined NHS' that the Health Secretary is after. After all, it would save money by not having A&amp;amp;E. Think about the savings for wages of Doctors, Nurses, Reception Staff and A&amp;E Porters as well as the equipment that is only used there and building maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are going to go straight to the wards, does this mean a big pay rise because we can now diagnose injuries and illnesses without any diagnostic or x-ray equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part of it is, how many ambulance crews are going to be stuck trying to offload a patientinto a ward with no beds. It's bad enough in A&amp;amp;E on a busy night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30048757-116422643870120227?l=thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/feeds/116422643870120227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30048757&amp;postID=116422643870120227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/116422643870120227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/116422643870120227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/2006/11/holby-city.html' title='Holby City'/><author><name>Elmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841109813387217170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30048757.post-116068574070725005</id><published>2006-10-12T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T21:42:20.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A different kind of stupid!</title><content type='html'>We were called to a lady in her late forties having an asthma attack. We were called by her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there she refused treatment and transport to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she was fasting for 'Ramadan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even her son and her husband couldn't understand her reasons behind this. Our treatment for asthma doesn't break any of the rules for Ramadan. She did however agree that if the problem was still happening at sunset 6:00pm, she would call us back. (At this point it could have been life threatening).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't know the outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30048757-116068574070725005?l=thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/feeds/116068574070725005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30048757&amp;postID=116068574070725005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/116068574070725005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/116068574070725005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/2006/10/different-kind-of-stupid.html' title='A different kind of stupid!'/><author><name>Elmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841109813387217170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30048757.post-116033680212297797</id><published>2006-10-08T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:47:43.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting skills</title><content type='html'>Picture the scene. The crew are given a job as '2 month old with difficulty in breathing and not feeding'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you would expect with a job like this, the crew got there as fast as safety allows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get there they find the baby laying on the parents bed, screaming and blowing bubbles. The parents are ignoring the baby. There are also 2 older siblings running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attendant picks the baby up, and, after a few seconds a loud 'burp' is heard as some wind is released. Not suprisingly, the baby becomes quite settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the crew question the parents, they find out that the baby hasn't been feeding for the last 2 hours, has had no problems since birth and isn't allergic to anything. During this time the baby decides to want some milk, (no suprises there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew ask if they still want the baby to go to hospital. The parents decide that they still want to go and dad takes the baby with the crew to spend at least a couple of hours in A &amp;amp; E while mum stays at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or, is this a waste of time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30048757-116033680212297797?l=thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/feeds/116033680212297797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30048757&amp;postID=116033680212297797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/116033680212297797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/116033680212297797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/2006/10/parenting-skills.html' title='Parenting skills'/><author><name>Elmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841109813387217170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30048757.post-115913480353959447</id><published>2006-09-24T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:53:23.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocaine</title><content type='html'>As I said in my post ‘Thieves’, I am going to tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were called to a 25 year old male with chest pains. Although this can happen for many reasons, it is not normal to have the sort of chest pains associated with a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young man however had got central chest pains and was sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked about what he had been doing for the last few hours, he told me that he had smoked about £150 worth of cocaine. He also told me that he had had a similar episode about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the patient down to the ambulance and carried out several checks that we do on every patient presenting with chest pain. One of the tests is a 12 lead ECG, (Electrocardiogram).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we saw was not normal, but, it also didn’t look like the trace expected of a heart attack and was beating extremely fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a decision to take him to the nearest hospital and not a cardiac cath lab, (which is where we can take confirmed heart attacks whilst bypassing the nearest hospital), because the ECG print out was inconclusive and we also weren’t sure if they would take a patient with cocaine induced chest pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After letting the hospital know we were on the way, took him in on the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local hospital accepted him and pulled his notes from the last time he was in. The hospital ECG was the same as the one four weeks previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people never learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30048757-115913480353959447?l=thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/feeds/115913480353959447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30048757&amp;postID=115913480353959447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115913480353959447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115913480353959447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/2006/09/cocaine.html' title='Cocaine'/><author><name>Elmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841109813387217170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30048757.post-115898032549000513</id><published>2006-09-23T03:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T03:58:45.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thieves</title><content type='html'>I went to one job tonight where the FRU - Fast Response Unit was already on scene. (More about this job in another post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pulled up, we noticed some glass next to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mindless individual had smashed the window and stolen the satelite navigation screen. Not only is this stupid, but it mesans that the car and the responder are not available to respond to life threatening calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sort of person decides that this is a good idea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30048757-115898032549000513?l=thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/feeds/115898032549000513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30048757&amp;postID=115898032549000513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115898032549000513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115898032549000513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/2006/09/thieves.html' title='Thieves'/><author><name>Elmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841109813387217170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30048757.post-115614590018739057</id><published>2006-08-21T08:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:19:13.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(Don’t) Care Homes</title><content type='html'>This is something that Tom Reynolds of Random Acts of Reality has written about before, but I think it is well worth writing about this one experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given the job as an elderly male with difficulty in breathing and unable to walk. In some ways this was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, the home was clean and didn’t have the normal smell of stale urine and stale food. They even had nurses on the staff to look after the patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was barely conscious and was breathing at a rate of 40 breaths a minute. (The average adult breathes between 12 and 20 times a minute). So, the first question was how long had he been like this. One of the nurses told us that he had been in this state for over an hour before they decided to get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we had a closer look, the gentleman had a rash all over his body and was so hot to touch that it felt as if I was being burnt. He had a temperature of 41 degrees C. Apparently, the GP who looked after the home had decided that it was just a rash and was treating it with a cream. Great idea if it hadn’t been a septic rash that required antibiotics. More concerning was the fact that none of the nurses had realised what the rash was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This patient was ‘Blued’ into hospital but despite all the knowledge and skills available, he only lasted another 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to add this home to the list of ones that I don’t want to end up in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30048757-115614590018739057?l=thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/feeds/115614590018739057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30048757&amp;postID=115614590018739057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115614590018739057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115614590018739057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-care-homes.html' title='(Don’t) Care Homes'/><author><name>Elmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841109813387217170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30048757.post-115514141549228916</id><published>2006-08-09T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:36:55.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunate Accidents</title><content type='html'>We were called to a young man in his eighties. This gentleman was normally fit well and healthy, didn’t take any medication, still drove his car and was the main carer for his wife of 60 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young man had tripped over a loose paving slab and taken a knock just over the eye. There was nothing to see really, just a bit of a bruise and a lump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a long chat with this gentleman who was insistent that he didn’t want to go to hospital, didn’t want to go to the ambulance just to be checked over and really didn’t see what the fuss was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking to him, his wife was adamant that they just wanted to go home. This would have been all well and good as long as nothing changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, right in front of our eyes, the left side of his face started to drop and his speech started to become slurred. This was the start of a CVA (Stroke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the oxygen on him and got him onto our chair and wheeled him quite quickly to the ambulance while a friendly bystander walked with his wife and brought her to the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for the wife, we carried out a couple of tests, blood sugar, blood pressure, an ECG and his oxygen levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once his wife was comfortably seated on the ambulance, we made a ‘Blue Call’. This alerts the hospital that we are going to arrive with a patient who needs immediate medical attention as soon as possible using blue lights and sirens to assist us through the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team in the hospital confirmed that he had had a major bleed which could have either been caused when he hit his head or was due to happen when it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what the outcome was, but I really hope that he is one of the few patients that fully recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30048757-115514141549228916?l=thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/feeds/115514141549228916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30048757&amp;postID=115514141549228916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115514141549228916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115514141549228916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/2006/08/unfortunate-accidents.html' title='Unfortunate Accidents'/><author><name>Elmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841109813387217170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30048757.post-115196900780546964</id><published>2006-07-04T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:45:23.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents</title><content type='html'>Over the last few weeks, I have been to several children where the parents don't exactly help anyone to look after their children or understand any medical problems themselves. These parents are either ignorant or don't really care for their children, (in my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to a child with Cerebral Palsy who also had a 'shunt' in place. The mother didn't know whether her child was acting normally or the reason behind having the 'shunt' put in place. Surely if a surgeon is going to operate on your child, you would want to know exactly what they were going to do and the reason for doing it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been to children where the parents have left the child with someone else and left no contact details, information about any medical conditions or allergies. What are these people thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other type of parent that I have dealt with isn't entirely at fault. These are the ones who don't speak very good English and the so called professionals hadn't helped them fill in all the details in the childs 'Red Book' Things like the parents name, health visitor, allergies or medical conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bits of basic information can really help ambulance crews treat the child and get them to the correct type of care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30048757-115196900780546964?l=thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/feeds/115196900780546964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30048757&amp;postID=115196900780546964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115196900780546964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115196900780546964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/2006/07/parents.html' title='Parents'/><author><name>Elmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841109813387217170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30048757.post-115091151123178014</id><published>2006-06-21T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:38:31.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s not all about medicine</title><content type='html'>We were called to a lady in a GP surgery. We were told it was an asthma attack. How wrong can a GP be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady in question was having a panic attack. After spending about 30 minutes calming her down and returning her breathing to something like normal, we managed to persuade her to go out to the ambulance for us to check her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long chat in the ambulance where we were told that she had a problem with alcohol and getting over a messy divorce, she decided that she didn’t want to got to hospital but wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after convincing her that we would take her, off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving, my crewmate made a cuppa while we made sure that she was alright, was going to speak to her other half and would seek proper help, we left her with her other half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30048757-115091151123178014?l=thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/feeds/115091151123178014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30048757&amp;postID=115091151123178014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115091151123178014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30048757/posts/default/115091151123178014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofatech.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-not-all-about-medicine.html' title='It’s not all about medicine'/><author><name>Elmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841109813387217170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
