The night started out pretty well. Meeting with friends, having dinner at an awesome restaurant.
But after we got out of the restaurant to hit another bar, that’s when it went down hill. (Or up hill, depending on how you feel about having new experiences.)
And what an experience it was that night. I got to ride in an ambulance car in Dublin! I have never rode in an ambulance before so this is kind of a treat. The fire brigade guys are quite good looking as well. Now, I remember meeting fire brigade guy in the US when our house almost burnt down by the neighborhood kids back in 2001ish. All the fire brigade guys were like kind of chubby and grandpa like. Comforting, but really, not much to look at, unless you like grandpa like guys that is.
Anyway, the guys were super nice they asked for my name medical history etc etc. The ride was pleasant. They stab my finger to take my blood sugar level and then took my blood pressure. Asked me where I lived, etc. They could have just ask the Mr because he was right there. Maybe they want to make sure I am coherent. I only had 2 glass of wine and a shot of vodka, so I think I was pretty coherent. They told me they were taking me to St James and I was like ok. My phone battery died otherwise, I would have like a picture of the experience.
When I was waiting in the ER with the fire brigade guys (I think one of them is name Johnny but I was in the state of mind to ask for their names) I asked them if they fought fires. I mean, if they are paramedics do they still need to fight fires? Inquiring minds wants to know. They told me yes, we fight fires. Then I asked them what kind of cases do they see. And they said they see ODs, stabbings, shootings, etc. I was a bit surprised I guess Dublin is just like any other big city.
The emergency room experience is somewhat surreal. There were like people with tattoos, drunk people, people with broken hands, etc. No shootings, stabbings, ODs, maybe it was a slow night. I did see a homeless guy got kick out of the waiting room. I felt bad for the homeless guy because there were lots of rooms and I felt they didn’t need to kick him out. But rules are rules I guess.
I was ushered into a room, they put little EKG pads to measure my heart rate. Let me just tell you, I am glad I have no chest hair! The nice nurse took my blood and then sent me out to the waiting room.
We waited and waited, and just decided to go home. I felt fine, and hopefully they will call to let me know that I am fine.
Over all, I find the medical staff very nice. And we do have insurance so I hope this is not going to cost gazillions dollars.