More Blood, More Sweat, and Another Cup of Tea
'NO! Get out of my house.' He started advancing towards me. 'No hospital, no waking my dad up, just get the fuck out of my house!'
I left the house. While a fight with the patient would have done absolute wonders for my stress levels, it certainly wasn't worth the hassle, the risk of injury and, most importantly, the paperwork.
But what should I do now? If a patient isn't transported then we should leave a copy of our patient report form with them. Should I post it through the letterbox? The problem with that was if his father saw the report I'd be breaching patient confidentiality. I guessed that the police wouldn't be too interested in paying him a visit either. So I left the form sitting in my car - there was little else I could do for him, as he didn't want help.
I sat in my car, filled out my forms and took a couple of deep breaths. It woul