More Blood, More Sweat and Another Cup of Tea

The ambulance people quickly check you over while you are on the floor—they let you know that they don’t want to pick you up if you’ve broken your leg. So you let them examine you, and when they find nothing, you ask them if they can just put you in your normal chair by the television. You wonder why the ambulance crew are tutting at your carer for not at least putting a pillow behind your head while you were stuck on the floor.

The ambulance crew help you up and put you into your favourite chair. As you aren’t hurt by the fall you don’t want to go to the hospital—you’ll only sit in the department for several hours before some young doctor tells you that you should be using your walking frame. It’s easier to sit in your own flat. The ambulance people seem pretty nice, though, and they want to give you a full physical check-up to make sure that there is nothing obvious that would cause you to fall.

You tell the ambulance people that you’ve been having a few falls as your legs have been getting a bit weaker recently, but that you get around all right and that you have the community alarm button around your neck should you get into any trouble. The ambulance people try to persuade you to go to hospital, but you refuse again. One of the ambulance people checks various pulses and pressures and sugars and heart tracings before agreeing that you can refuse to go with them.

The ambulance man is looking around your flat and tutting at the carer again. He doesn’t like it that as he walks around he is making a crunching noise as he crushes your tablets which are strewn all over the carpet. It’s not your fault that you sometimes drop them. It’s not the carer’s job to make sure that you can take your pills.