Friday – Last Night was Horrible

Thursday Night wasn't very pleasant. The last job of the night involved another young guy who ended up very dead, with most of his red stuff outside of his body, and not in it, where it should have been.

I'm getting a bit of a reputation here as a Jonah (someone who gets all the bad/nasty jobs). I studiously avoided that title in Hove, but it seems that it's my turn to be the blade of the Grim Reapers scythe at the moment.

I won't describe the incident, but it was an industrial accident in a furniture makers shop, and the young lad is sadly no longer with us.

Every official agency and busybody (police, health and safety investigators, coroner's officers, forensic teams) all wanted to discuss what we did, and when we did it, before we could leave. The only good thing about that was that the coroner's officers and forensics team (no they didn't have tabards that say CSI, it says FORENSICS instead – and they took loads of photos) had to transport the person, and so the ambulance stayed nice and clean. I can't say the same for my uniform, which has ended up in the bin.

With having to give loads of statements to anyone who asked, and staying at the scene, until we were released, meant that although I was only supposed to work until 8 am, I didn't get home until about 1130. I still had to come into work that evening, only a little later. It was a good thing that I had managed to sleep (Up until the job) for about 5 hours uninterrupted.

So the moral of last night's story is as follows:

1. Red stuff is good in the body, and bad outside.
   
2. There is going to be a lot of cheap MDF available soon
   
3. I must try harder to avoid the serious jobs.
   

Sadly no photo's today, because I don't think you would have liked to see what I saw.

Oh, and before work again that evening I met a couple of friends in a beach front cafe The Wild Fig for coffee and cake. That was nice, and they understood what happened, as they are both paramedics and both from Hove as well. (They are aware of how hard it is to shake the tag of being a Jonah).

When I did get to work in the evening, the ambulance service chaplain was at the depot, just to check that we were both alright. That is a nice touch.