My Life, Their Lives: saving lives at the roadside
Monday, 11 January 2010
3am, I am woken from troubled sleep by Control. Can I attend FarAwayPark, where a man has been sledging (at 3 am!!!???) and has hit a tree. Massive head injury, CPR in progress? My muggy brain starts doing the Math - 2-3 minutes to get up and dressed, 5 minutes to dig my car out of the ice, 3 minutes to get to the end of my icerink of a street, another 20 - 25 minutes to get to the entrance of FarAwayPark (maybe longer in this weather), and a final 3-4 minutes to get from my car to the patient, without going a over t in the snow. That all adds up to - No!
I am a BASICS Doctor. I am one of a select group of doctors who give up their time to provide medical care at the roadside. My son has nagged me to put some more details in, so you can blame him.
I am married, and we have 5 kids. My wife is a photographer, and I'm only occasionally jealous of what she does! Our eldest wants to be a doctor. I'm trying to persuade him to find a proper career. The only problem with that is he sees how much I enjoy what I do.
Our daughter, second in line, is the artist of the family. She will be VERY famous when she is older, I have no doubt.
Our younger three boys are, fortunately, too young to have to worry about careers - much more interested in TV and computer games than anything else - ah, the joys of youth!!
I am an A&E Consultant of a fairly large District General Hospital. This helps me keep up my trauma skills, as we are very close to both the M1 and the M25.