http://traumaqueen.net 6'2'' gay ex-nanny/pyrotechnician turned EMT, wears a kilt. Jakey huckler, skelf shifter, stookie looker, skint knees. Meemaw. Mon, 06 Sep 2010 08:51:33 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I've mentioned that we're running on electric bikes this year, they're a God-send when you hit a hill, or find that every junction you have to inch through is on red, knocking off your momentum everytime you stop. They're lovely and tasty. But next year, I want one of these. They're ... http://traumaqueen.net/?p=1327 An ambulance passes, rolling to the hospital. Shall we sneak inside and see what's going on? In the vehicle a heavily intoxicated woman lies on the trolley while a paramedic sits opposite her. Their conversation runs thus: "D'you love me?" "I don't love you, no. I'm your paramedic." "Stop! Stop ... http://traumaqueen.net/?p=1332 I've just collected my dinner, salad and fruit, my sessions at BMF encouraging me to eat a little healthier - not through some holistic weight loss plan, more that I resent paying someone to beast me and I'm not prepared to piss the sweat, pain and cash away by eating ... http://traumaqueen.net/?p=1293 1995: A kid at school gets hired by his drama tutor for his first professional acting gig. He makes £20 a day. A day. His allowance is currently £40 a month. He learns to perform, to spin an audience into a little ball in the palm of ... http://traumaqueen.net/?p=1331 Late last week I was crouching by a young woman by the side of the road, wiping blood from scrapes and grazes. She's wiped her bike out against another and come off the loser. The other bike had taken off, having confirmed that she wasn't going to call ... http://traumaqueen.net/?p=1328 So I'm standing on a street corner with my bike, giving directions to lost tourists and trying to stop the local kids from switching the lights on. Suddenly, down the hill, two cops come careering past and "dynamically deploy" me to a job. "Might need you, mate." Fair enough, I swing ... http://traumaqueen.net/?p=1326 There aren't many stories to tell you, on account of how I've seen few patients of note. My days are full, currently, of organising the Parabike and its coverage for the city centre. Last year we ran a bike through the crowds of the Fringe and Edinburgh Festival ... http://traumaqueen.net/?p=1325 A night out with friends, including dinner suspended from a crane in the middle of Princes Street Gardens, cocktails afterwards and a giggly ride home on the bus. Then flip open the headlines to catch up and feel my stomach shiver. "Three children found dead in Edinburgh blast." The crack and whine of ... http://traumaqueen.net/?p=1324 I've been in your house, your kid's bedroom. I've seen how you lived. How your parents related to you. To your daughter. I've filed reports. Forms. Paperwork. Statements. Issued. Read. Reread and signed. Witnessed. I've ordered reprints of your case. Studied them. Prepared to take the stand. Give evidence. I saved your life. No doubt. You would've died that night. Tried to. I've seen you naked. Laid my ... http://traumaqueen.net/?p=1283 Off the back of my recent post about stress responses, I found myself the only HCP amongst a host of volunteer first aiders recently. As a team we’d managed and packaged the sort of patient that gave me the shivers, the type of patient who clearly thinks that they’re ... http://traumaqueen.net/?p=1323