I’m guessing that a lot of you are aware of the Milgram experiment, where members of the public more willingly follow instructions if the giver is wearing a uniform or other symbol of authority. (Go to the internet for a more complete explanation. If you’ve never heard of this experiment, it and the Stanford prison experiment make scary reading.)
So when I am wearing my uniform I am more confident and can order people around. The police, firefighters and members of the public tend to do what I tell them if there is someone sick around. Obviously I only use these powers for the force of good, but without my uniform I am a much shyer person.
I noticed this when I went to a recent gathering of internet people. When I arrived I knew one person there, and once I’d stopped talking to her I became an instant wallflower.
But there is a flip side to wearing an ambulance uniform, you also become more passive.
Out of uniform, if I was in the street and some drunk tried to hit me—I’d punch them on the nose. If I was verbally abused—I’d soon be in their face shouting and ranting along with the best of them.
Yes, I know three paragraphs before I said I was a wallflower, but this is in a social situation. When my temper is roused it is a terrible thing to behold.
But in uniform I’ll gently restrain the drunk trying to hit me and I’ll ignore any verbal abuse that is thrown at me. Unfortunately the anger that I feel is then turned inward, which I am guessing is not a healthy thing to do.
I wonder if it is the uniform, or the risk of having a complaint put in about me, that turns me into such a wimp. It might just be that I spend so much time trying to keep patients calm, that I’m feeling very mellow when people abuse me.
Abuse Your Ambulance Crew (#ulink_b25436b3-9a4b-5d39-813d-0aa8cea3fed1)
I was racially abused on Friday night, and it meant I spent the rest of my shift gritting my teeth and wanting to punch someone.
We were sent to a ‘standard’ abdominal pain with vomiting. The patient, a black woman, had vomited ten times that day and had lower abdominal pain. As always I treated the patient with respect and compassion (as that is my ‘default setting’). All her observations were within the normal limits. Talking to the patient was a bit tricky as she insisted on having me ask every question at least twice before answering.
So we took her to hospital, where I handed over the patient to the triage nurse. She was happy to have another nurse perform a further assessment (for example, an analysis of the patient’s urine). Unfortunately the place for this assessment was physically full, so we were asked to take the patient into the waiting room until some space could be made. My crewmate did this, while I booked the patient in with the reception staff.
My crewmate told me that when the patient saw she was going to be put in the waiting room, she let out a loud ‘Tut!’
My crewmate then joined me in the reception area which overlooks the waiting room.
The patient then threw herself on the floor and pretended to be unconscious (trust me, when you’ve seen people really pass out in a chair, you can tell when they are faking it).
The waiting room erupted with two people jumping to her aid. The security guards went to get a nurse. Then a lot of the people in the room started shouting at us to come and help. Never mind the half-inch-thick glass between us and them.
We told them that a nurse was on the way.
‘Look at her! Look what’s happened to her!’ shouted one man.
‘Yes mate,’ replied my colleague, ‘there’s nothing wrong with her—all she’s trying to do is get seen before you.’
The patient was loaded onto a trolley and taken into the main area of the A&E.
The crowd in the waiting room then started moaning at us.
Then both my crewmate and I heard the comment that would have us angry for the rest of the shift.
‘You wouldn’t treat her like that if she were white.’
My crewmate stormed out of the department—he was, quite rightly, fuming.
All I could do was laugh loudly at the black teenager who had said this. ‘Well, if you are that stupid, you’ve just opted out of talking to me,’ I said to her.
I left the hospital.
Here is the thing that made my crewmate and me so angry. We like our job—we both like helping people and we’ll help anyone, we don’t care what colour their skin is, which religion they believe in, or if they can speak English or not. I don’t even care if they are an illegal immigrant. We sure as hell don’t do this work for the pay. My crewmate is a trained plumber so he could be earning much more money installing radiators.
We don’t need to work in this area—I could put in for a transfer to a more ‘white’ area tomorrow. But I enjoy working in east London—it’s a challenge—and I enjoy working with all the different cultures that make up our ‘demographic’. For me, a predominantly white area would be incredibly boring.
But that comment: ‘You wouldn’t treat her like that if she were white.’ It made me despair as to how we are seen by the non-white population. Are we all seen as being racist? Does the assumption that I would treat a patient better if they were white sit in the minds of the people I treat? Is this why I get so few thank yous? When I walk into a household, do the people there think ‘I won’t get good treatment from these two, they are both white’?
I wish I’d gone around to the person who had made the comment and challenged her. I wish I’d gone into the waiting room and explained exactly what had happened. But as I’ve mentioned earlier, the uniform that I wear makes me more passive than I would normally be. So I turned the other cheek and walked away.
I’m still fuming.
Slow Suicide (#ulink_66e00c7e-74b8-5070-a293-fa8fdc6728da)
Imagine that you are 23 years old.
You are also a ‘brittle’ asthmatic. This means that you can have asthma attacks that can rapidly progress to life-threatening status. You have been intubated in ITU a couple of times—this is a last ditch treatment to keep you alive.
So why, whenever you get taken to hospital, would you treat your disease as a mere annoyance?
Also, why would you smoke 20-40 cigarettes a day, knowing that it will make your asthma worse?
And why would you self-discharge yourself from the resuscitation room against medical advice only to require a blue light return straight back to the resuscitation room?
It’s just a form of slow suicide.
I Wouldn’t Trust Them with My Dog (#ulink_c75e04b5-2f1f-5832-b924-c9a7ffe16fde)
I have another example of why I don’t think that the free-market system is particularly good for the health service, or at least not good for the patients who use it.
I was working in another area a little while ago, and while there got sent to a private nursing home. The patient was given to us as ‘80-year-old female with difficulty in breathing’. We arrived and saw what looked to be two nurses having an animated discussion in the main foyer.
Grabbing our equipment we followed one of the nurses into the depths of the home, and were shown to the patient’s room.
The patient was very much dead.
Also in the room were four nurses. They were standing around and they weren’t doing CPR, they weren’t breathing for the patient. They looked at me for guidance.
I immediately switched into commanding mode. ‘Why isn’t anyone doing CPR?’ I asked.
‘We were,’ one of the nurses replied, ‘but I saw you coming in the mirror and stopped.’
The mirror was positioned so that if she had been doing CPR, she would have had to have eyes in the back of her head to see me coming.
When someone isn’t breathing you have to breathe for them—this is the ‘ambu-bag’ that TV doctors put over someone’s face and operate by squeezing it. It forces oxygen into your lungs. Unfortunately the patient had a normal oxygen mask on her, which would just bathe her face with oxygen, but it wouldn’t get it into the lungs where it needed to be.
The patient was also lying on an air mattress, which would have meant that any CPR which may have been done would have been ineffectual because you need the patient on something hard so you have something to push against.
I felt the jaw of the patient—rigor mortis had already set in, so there was no point in attempting to continue any resuscitation attempt.