Welcome to another story by Eddie, the eccentric ex-ambulance man.
This is a really weird story. Once again I was driving the Sunshine Bus Ambulance, but this time my assignment was to pick up a lady patient, plus her helper, from a specialist unit at a hospital in Bristol, and take them home to Weston-Super-Mare, 25 miles away.
The worksheet described her as someone who suffers Narcolepsy, meaning liable to fall asleep at any moment, plus Apnoea, a condition where when asleep the patient can stop breathing for a while and then starts to do so - a condition which can prove fatal. I thought it surprising that this lady had managed to survive at all let alone well into her adulthood.
I knew there was a wheelchair involved, which was no problem since the ambulance had a ramp for wheelchair access. The patient could either be transferred to a seat or remain in the wheelchair, strapped to the ambulance floor using special fixings and seat belt.
The specialist unit was in an unfamiliar part of the hospital, but I found it eventually and was surprised to see no lady in a wheelchair waiting.
Instead I saw a rather frail lady pushing a wheelchair with a huge man seated. She seemed a little excited and waved me over and said her name which matched the name on my worksheet. Amazed, I told her I expected her, as the patient, to be in the wheelchair. She said, "Oh! This is my husband. I push him everywhere. He has gone off his legs, you see! "
Slightly confused, I took over the wheelchair pushing and this guy was heavy - and I mean heavy.
We walked to the ambulance and I expressed some concern about her, the patient, pushing a heavy wheelchair. She told me that the appointment had gone well and she was alright., but seemed more focused on her husband. "The poor dear has gone off his legs and had a dreadful time recently with an attack of influenza." The man was huge and I judged him to weigh over 20 stones (280 pounds). I enquired about his health and he said he was much better, and we reached the ambulance with the ramp down all ready. I pushed him up the ramp but he was heavy and as I did so he said, "I've lost a lot of weight recently, I used to be 25 stones (350 pounds) but now I am only 21 stones (294 pounds)."
My sense of humour surfaced and I said, "Thanks mate! That's made my job a bit easier!"
They both laughed and I strapped his wheelchair with him seated in it and we proceeded on our way.
I was mindful of her condition and did not want her to sleep and have the slightest chance of her stopping breathing so I kept talking to her all the way home and when we got almost there she said, "Just drop us off on the corner, our house is just a little way down the road."
I got them out of the ambulance with him still in his wheelchair, and she insisted on taking over the wheelchair pushing, saying, "Oh, I often take him for a walk! It's a lovely evening!"
And so we said our goodbyes and as they walked off into the sunset, and I stayed a while to make sure they got home safely.
I thought this was a very strange experience, but in that line of work nothing surprised us.
I knew there was a wheelchair involved, which was no problem since the ambulance had a ramp for wheelchair access. The patient could either be transferred to a seat or remain in the wheelchair, strapped to the ambulance floor using special fixings and seat belt.
The specialist unit was in an unfamiliar part of the hospital, but I found it eventually and was surprised to see no lady in a wheelchair waiting.
Instead I saw a rather frail lady pushing a wheelchair with a huge man seated. She seemed a little excited and waved me over and said her name which matched the name on my worksheet. Amazed, I told her I expected her, as the patient, to be in the wheelchair. She said, "Oh! This is my husband. I push him everywhere. He has gone off his legs, you see! "
Slightly confused, I took over the wheelchair pushing and this guy was heavy - and I mean heavy.
We walked to the ambulance and I expressed some concern about her, the patient, pushing a heavy wheelchair. She told me that the appointment had gone well and she was alright., but seemed more focused on her husband. "The poor dear has gone off his legs and had a dreadful time recently with an attack of influenza." The man was huge and I judged him to weigh over 20 stones (280 pounds). I enquired about his health and he said he was much better, and we reached the ambulance with the ramp down all ready. I pushed him up the ramp but he was heavy and as I did so he said, "I've lost a lot of weight recently, I used to be 25 stones (350 pounds) but now I am only 21 stones (294 pounds)."
My sense of humour surfaced and I said, "Thanks mate! That's made my job a bit easier!"
They both laughed and I strapped his wheelchair with him seated in it and we proceeded on our way.
I was mindful of her condition and did not want her to sleep and have the slightest chance of her stopping breathing so I kept talking to her all the way home and when we got almost there she said, "Just drop us off on the corner, our house is just a little way down the road."
I got them out of the ambulance with him still in his wheelchair, and she insisted on taking over the wheelchair pushing, saying, "Oh, I often take him for a walk! It's a lovely evening!"
And so we said our goodbyes and as they walked off into the sunset, and I stayed a while to make sure they got home safely.
I thought this was a very strange experience, but in that line of work nothing surprised us.
