Immediately Life Threatening.
The FRU wails and worms its way through the early evening traffic, scattering cars and pedestrians alike. Arriving in just a few minutes at the address, where the door is opened by a woman in her 30's. I wait for her to show me in and direct me to the patient. Instead, she blocks my way in and waves a piece of paper in front of my face.
"Are you taking me to the hospital?" The look of expectation is matched by a stare of disdain.
"Can you please tell me what the problem is? Maybe you don't need hospital!"
"I've told you I need to go to hospital. Your job is to take me."
I ask to see the piece of paper that was thrust in my face, and find that it's a hospital prescription for some medication that is just as readily bought over-the-counter.
"The local pharmacy says they can't fill this - only the hospital can. So now I need to get to the hospital."
Count to ten.
It's a ten minute walk at the most.
In the traffic, it'll probably be a ten minute drive too.
I ask a question I already know the answer to. "Then there's no-one with chest pain?"
"Just take me to hospital. I need to be home in half an hour."
Count to ten. Again.
I'm in no mood for a fight, so point to the back seat of the car, make sure she puts her seat belt on, and shut the door. On the walk back round the car to the driver's side, I call control and cancel the big taxi. The small taxi will suffice.
On route to the hospital she tells me to wait while she gets the prescription and then take her home.
I didn't wait.
But I did count to ten.