I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that I see things at work that would shock the average person. I sign on to my shift, accept the first job that comes through to the ambulance and within minutes could be kneeling beside a cardiac arrest, or holding a broken limb in position, or trying not to breathe the stink arising from the filth in which someone chooses to live. Twelve (if I’m lucky) hours later, I sign off again. More often than not, I don’t remember that first call, nor most of...