Monday, October 12, 2009

expectations: met

I am now based at a outlying metro depot. For you urban types: I work in the sticks. Out in whoop whoop. End of the beaten track. Our next depot south is considered country.

So, what does a more city oriented lad like me think of that? Initially - stinks. Long way away from home, not much work, and transfers from local small hospital to big major hospital. Lower socio-economic population. And hopefully some big trauma on the long and windy roads. Also throw some remote properties in.

And all that was met in one night. Yeah :-)

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How-to: Survive a shift in the regional areas of the flobach republic:

  • Head to a Motorcycle vs Road. Apply spinal precautions to patient, just in case. Whilst driving back to hospital via extremely bone-shuddering road, slow down before you hit a wall of white cloud. Mist? No, hillbillies locals doing burnouts. Smell the freedom (or the rubber).
  • Continue to an attempted suicide, polypharmaceutical (I love that word) overdose.
  • Whilst at hospital, ask about above mentioned motorcyclist. Feel extremely happy that you exercised caution and went the whole hog with spinal precautions. Then transfer patient to major trauma hospital.
  • Go for a romantic drive at night. Property at the end of the bitumen. Turn right in to a bumpy and grassy trail, open the wide gate that holds the horses in, avoid running over the rabbits. Try and shoo the sheep away, continue over the extremely bumpy dirt track and turn on all lights in order to try and find the house in question. Call your comms center to ask for more specific instructions on location of property. Notice that there is no radio or phone coverage. Continue around a couple more bends and bumps, find house! Park 50 meters away from the house, as further access is blocked by a big tree and accompanying branches. When walking in to house, relieve the suspense of "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre". No reply from calling "Ambulance"? Clench your sphincter and go inside the house. Fear the worst. Sigh when you see a harmless nonogenarian sitting in the hallway. Still chicken out when considering looking in the other dark rooms. When turning off the light in the room you just left, feel the stare of the invisible eyes bore in to your back. Wish that the patient would just want to leave all the lights on. Once outide, feel relieved.
  • Get back to depot, and sleep until woken up by the day crew five hours later.