Sorry for turning this into wtf is going on at JBJs work this week but f**k me, I do need a rant tonight.
There's one first aider in the whole place, me....
99% of the time it's scraped knees or nose bleeds however there's the odd time it goes batshit. That was today.
I'm in the middle of taking a lesson, absolutely flying btw, great lesson, and my walkie talkie goes for first aid. I ask if it's urgent, yes and it's in wing XYZ where our most unpredictable and dyregulated pupils are taught. Someone comes to cover my class and I charge around thinking that a colleague has been hurt by a pupil which isn't uncommon unfortunately.
.through the fobbed doors and it's like something from a horror movie, there's blood all over the place. One of the kids was climbing the fence outside, staff member told them "not safe, get down" whatevers happened, a slip or whatever, he's caught his forearm on it, slid, impaled his arm and got stuck, the staff member had to literally hold him up then Jimmy him off the fence!
It's fucking bad as in massive gash down his forearm and you can see the bone and tendons.
This kid has extremely complex autism so instead of passing out, crying or screaming he's flitting between the running around laughing or being really chilled and silent!
He's unpredictable and has a wicked right hook on him so we're trying to keep everyone safe but I manage to get a really shoddy bandage on it.
Ambulance arrives and we're trying to explain how complex, and potentially dangerous, the situation is due to his needs. I end up in the back of the ambulance with the paramedic trying to triage the kid.
Dad arrives and is understandably all over the place. Ambulance needs clearance as to where they should take him because he won't let them see the injury so they don't know what hospital is geared up for so I'm stuck in the back of this thing trying to keep things cool, support the kid to stay calm whilst not getting myself or the paramedic hurt.
We get the greenlight to go to hospital X and after a pow wow it's decided going in dad's car with the ambulance behind would be the safest option. Dad's understandably still all over the place and it wouldn't be safe for either of them to make the journey like that so I volunteer to drive.
10 minute journey but fuck me the mental gymnastics im doing trying to:
- keep dad cool so his energy isn't exacerbating things
- not crash this £50k plus automatic drive that I've no idea how to work
- not get punched in the face if the kid goes "up"
We got him there and they were whisked right in. I parked up and when I handed dad his keys back the kid was quiet and super chilled but I've no idea how it'll have gone down when they tried to do any sort of work on him.
Chinese takeaway, bit of heavy gardening I've been putting off in the dark and a bottle of wine and I'm feeling ok but it's been some week. I joke that you couldn't write a book about my work because no one would believe it and it's true.