A weekend, part 1.
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drcuriosityFriday night, I stop over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keenie's place, as they're having drinks over there. Things go relatively relaxingly, until some guy (who I believe was a flatmate) decides to light up a certain noxious substance right next to me, despite being told I was allergic, being asked not to by at least a couple of people, and then me saying that I'd need to leave the house if he did that. People are smoking elsewhere in the house - I'm staying in the area I'm in to avoid it.
He does that. Blows smoke right across me. I have to leave the house. Walk down to the bus stop to wait for the next one heading home. The first one misses me, despite my shouting and waving. Another quarter of an hour in the cold and wood-smoky air, and the next bus comes along.
About a half a kilometre later, the bus driver asks me if I'm alright, as I'm holding my chest a little and still having some trouble with the breathing. I say I'll be fine, that it's just a bit of an allergic reaction and home's not too far away.
Another half a kilometre later, and the driver stops the bus. She's a registered nurse, and is rather worried about the slightly greyish pallor to my skin. Unfortunately we're in a radio dead zone (hill in the way) so she can't radio base, but calls an ambulance for me on a cellphone. Ironically, we're nearly within spitting distance of a hospital, but not one with an emergency department.
A police car comes past, as they've heard there was an emergency callout and want to see if it's something they need to help with. Chest still feeling quite rough in there.
The next bus comes past. The guy driving that one is the shift supervisor, and prepared to tear strips off the bus driver who left me there when he gets into the depot. I've noticed my fingers feel a bit tingly, but my colour's coming back and my breathing's better.
Ambulance finally arrives. Staff check me out, listen to my breathing, take pulse and blood pressure readings. Take my personal details, and put me on an oxygen mask for a while. After they're sure I'm not going to keel over any time soon, they drive me the rest of the way home (another 2km).
I order pizza as comfort food, and because I'm not feeling in much of a state to cook. Go to bed for around six hours, because I have to get up early.
In summation: bus drivers and emergency services staff: good. Assholes and allergies: bad.
keenie's place, as they're having drinks over there. Things go relatively relaxingly, until some guy (who I believe was a flatmate) decides to light up a certain noxious substance right next to me, despite being told I was allergic, being asked not to by at least a couple of people, and then me saying that I'd need to leave the house if he did that. People are smoking elsewhere in the house - I'm staying in the area I'm in to avoid it.He does that. Blows smoke right across me. I have to leave the house. Walk down to the bus stop to wait for the next one heading home. The first one misses me, despite my shouting and waving. Another quarter of an hour in the cold and wood-smoky air, and the next bus comes along.
About a half a kilometre later, the bus driver asks me if I'm alright, as I'm holding my chest a little and still having some trouble with the breathing. I say I'll be fine, that it's just a bit of an allergic reaction and home's not too far away.
Another half a kilometre later, and the driver stops the bus. She's a registered nurse, and is rather worried about the slightly greyish pallor to my skin. Unfortunately we're in a radio dead zone (hill in the way) so she can't radio base, but calls an ambulance for me on a cellphone. Ironically, we're nearly within spitting distance of a hospital, but not one with an emergency department.
A police car comes past, as they've heard there was an emergency callout and want to see if it's something they need to help with. Chest still feeling quite rough in there.
The next bus comes past. The guy driving that one is the shift supervisor, and prepared to tear strips off the bus driver who left me there when he gets into the depot. I've noticed my fingers feel a bit tingly, but my colour's coming back and my breathing's better.
Ambulance finally arrives. Staff check me out, listen to my breathing, take pulse and blood pressure readings. Take my personal details, and put me on an oxygen mask for a while. After they're sure I'm not going to keel over any time soon, they drive me the rest of the way home (another 2km).
I order pizza as comfort food, and because I'm not feeling in much of a state to cook. Go to bed for around six hours, because I have to get up early.
In summation: bus drivers and emergency services staff: good. Assholes and allergies: bad.
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Date: 2004-10-11 03:17 pm (UTC)Yeah, selfish shits, what about the rights of those of us who don't smoke to not have to inhale the poisonous fumes? Personally I believe in using those nicotene patches to get everyone off smoking, subsidised by the Govt., but with the high tax rate on cigarettes, I think almost all NZ politicians are too selfish for this to ever be voted in :(
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Date: 2004-10-12 10:24 am (UTC)I agree, that'd be a fantastic idea - think the UK government are way too cheap to subsidise that as well though :-/