my first blog

hi there, my name's Steve. 

welcome to my blog "don't suppose you've gotta plaster". first off i'll start by explaining the name i chose for my blog... if you have read the "about me" part then you would have seen that i am a voluntary first aider. whilst on duty, one of the main questions i get asked is for a plaster... now we have a small rule that slightly bends the rest of the rules... for every patient we see there is supposed to be a PRF (patient report form) filled out which is 2 pages long!!! well if we filled out a PRF for everyone who requested a plaster we would be pilled under white, yellow, and green papers!!! so we go by the rule of "do you have or have you ever had any allergies to plasters?" "NO" "okay then... well if i give you a plaster and get you to apply it yourself then you wont have to wait around for ages whilst i fill out 2 pages worth or paper work" "thats fine... thank you". 

i got the idea to blog from reading "random acts of reality" and "life and death on the street - a paramedics diary" they are both very good books based on the blogs written by "Tom Reynolds" and "Stuart Gray" (they are both their blogging identities i think) since reading their books i have started reading their blogs, both of which are very well written and very addictive!!!

i love my role as a first aider... people have said to me in the past that there must be something "sadistic" about being a "voluntary first aider"... but there's not!!! i like to treat the inevitable!!! would you prefer me to be there when your at a concert and you drink slightly more alcohol than you first thought and you accidently lose your footing on the stairs and twist your ankle only for me and my crew member to have to get you into a carry chair and then take you the next 30 steps down then wheel you through the crowd's of fellow drunken IRON MAIDEN fans (i was lucky enough to get to first aid at IRON MAIDEN'S only UK stop of their current tour) then get you into the first aid post and treat you in there for that poorly ankle then oops... what's that??? you need to puke, well there's a lovely vomit bowl, some tissue, and a bottle of water. OR... would you rather get treated by a security guard who done his FAW but is a little rusty, then gets you to hobble down those 30 steps, sits down with some ice from the bar wrapped in breaking tissue around your swelling a bruised foot, letting you vomit all down yourself and not knowing what to do next??? do you still think what i do is sadistic, or do you think my gosh these people deserve a good pat on the back for their hard work they put into the community???