Reading festival, full of posh kids trying to look like bad boys. A tiring but fun weekend, none of the bands were to my taste but some of the stuff in the comedy tent was very good, not least the free beer we blagged from the Green room backstage. Had to do 2 shifts midnight to 8:00 AM, the first on the main campsite was fairly busy but mainly just the usual blisters/cuts/burns. The most interesting job of the night was the three who had take "E" but said they had had no effects except vomiting. On examination they had pupils like saucers and a pulse of 120ish. Got them off in the ambulance to the medical centre and was pleasantly suprised when they came back a couple of hours later to thank us. It really made the night worthwhile.
The second night we were on the quieter campsite. This had been well and truly cursed by the Q word and we ended up with a near drowning who had somehow launched from the ferry and had fallen abdomen first onto the jetty and was complaining of severe pain in the upper right quadrant (Just where the liver is). The real problem wasn't the patient but their three, very drunk mates who had obviously qualified as doctors after about seven pints and were telling me that she had got enough oxygen now and I should take it off her. After a trip in the blue light taxi to the med centre she apparantly discharged herself some four hours later.
More to follow.........
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