Within a few minutes, whilst I was still on the phone to the operator, a paramedic arrived. Chris was a man in his mid fifties, and, by the confident way he carried himself, it was clear that he had been a paramedic for a while.
I’ll never forget Chris’ first words: “you’ve made a good job of that, it looks like a bad break, you’re going to need an operation on that I reckon fella”. He then gave me some Entonox gas which helped with the pain.
Entonox, is a gas made up of nitrous oxide and oxygen. It’s more commonly associated with helping to relieve the pain of child-birth. It’s a very effective pain reliever but it is extremely short acting. I quickly caught on to the fact that, to effectively manage pain you have to keep inhaling the Entonox because it dissipates from the body quickly.
Chris explained that he was a first responder, in a paramedic car; so, we’d have to wait for an ambulance before I could be taken to hospital.
It wasn’t long before the ambulance arrived with two other paramedics. John and Dave, had brought morphine with them, so they immediately became my best buddies.
John was an imposing character, a well-built bespectacled man with a beard; the epitome of the calm professional. He explained to me everything that he was going to do and the reason he was going to do it.
He inserted a cannula into the back of my right hand, whilst I sucked hard on the mouthpiece of the Entonox to control the pain, which incidentally had become much worse.
“This will make administering drugs easier than constantly having to puncture you with needles”, he explained, at the same time giving me a shot of morphine via the cannula.
“I won’t give you the full dose all at once because it may make you vomit”. I nodded my understanding to John and continued to suck hard on the Entonox.
Even though John had only given me a partial dose of morphine I could feel the pain relieving effects of the drug within seconds; the pain was steadily diminishing and within minutes I was viewing the world through very heavy eyelids.