This was hilarious, and to think that these two might actually someday breed. You could understand why some animals in the wild will eat their young at birth to stop the defects continuing to cause trouble for the herd.

We were called to a residence in an upmarket part of Castle Hill. The house was large, with manicured lawns, trees cut to perfect angles, ornaments tastefully arranged around the yard, and a BMW in the driveway with L plates on it. Not a bad picture at all, a bit different to what we are usually arriving to.

The job came down as a young female with a headache.

We rang the front door bell, and heard someone running down the internal stairs, to the door.

A young guy about seventeen or eighteen opened the door. He didn’t look to distressed, in fact he a had big smile on his face, cheery nature and very polite. He was dressed in a pair of boxer shorts and a T-Shirt, and barefoot. It looked like he’d just gotten out of bed.

His looks should have given us a hint already.

Well we followed him upstairs to what looked like the master bedroom. I asked if his parents were home, and he told us they were away on an overseas holiday, and it was just him at home. To be correct, it was him and his girlfriend.

As we walked into the room, which was massive, there, sitting on the side of the bad, was a pretty, demure young lady in a partially revealing camisole. I politely asked if he had a dressing gown for her, to give her some modesty, as there were strangers now in the room.

I removed the blood pressure cuff from the kit and asked her for an arm to take her blood pressure, to see if there was something contributing to the headache she was describing. She was saying that it started at the top of her head, went all the way down the back of her head, and into her neck. She said her vision became blurred at one stage, and it came on relatively quickly. The next question was unavoidable, even though I had pretty good idea of the answer, and I asked what she was doing when it came on. She blushed, and said it was while they were having sex. At this, the boyfriend had a huge smile on his face.

I asked some appropriate questions, palpated the top of her head, which was tender to touch, her neck was OK, I checked her temperature, pupils, blood glucose levels. All was good. Except for the tender head, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Now the questions I was asking, started to get a little more specific in relation to what they were doing, without trying to get too personal.

I asked if she was anywhere near the posts or the bedhead at any time, to which she responded the bedhead. I asked if she had come into contact with the bedhead, but she didn’t understand what that meant, so asked her if she hit her head on the bedhead at all, to which she replied yes. She proceeded to look at her boyfriend, and said she had hit her head a couple of times as “they were having sex”.

The only thing we could do at that time, while trying to stifle our laughter, as she was getting a bit embarrassed, was to open up the drug kit, take out some Panadol and Nurofen, advise her how to take them as she had no known contraindications for them. I needed to be specific with my instructions, as she got the beauty in spades full, but definitely skipped the brains queue. My only other advice I could give, and that was to the boyfriend, and that was, when you’re having sex again with your girlfriend, on your parents’ bed, move her further down the bed so she doesn’t hit her head again.

At that, I took down their details, and headed out the front door after my partner, who had exited before me, as they almost lost their composure, and had to get out of there ASAP.

I got back into the ambulance, and we drove around the block to park. The laughter was making my face ache, and the tears started to roll down my cheeks, we were laughing that hard, while I tried to complete the paperwork for the job. It was a good twenty minutes before we could get some semblance of composure and constraint back. There are some jobs, that just lighten your day up.