Well, my big friend is back as my partner tonight, at my side one of the coolest laid-back Medics I know. This is the partner that was riding with me the night I blogged about the guy with the GLock 40. It is a busy night, No Units available, our day crew just gets back to our station, jumps out of the truck, we jump in, and off we go. Our first run is in Northwest for a 8 y/o having a ashtma attack. As we arrive on the main thoroughfare we circle around the block, we see people waving but we cannot find a driveway. We jump the curb , cross over the grass and pull up to the door. Inside we find a delightful 8 Y/o female with Bi-lat wheezing. Her inhaler is not working and she is short of breath. There are only a handful of children and adults at the church. We get right to work with VS. and updrafts. During this time the parishioners and preacher are very chatty... My partner, a big man smells food, the parishioners are a good size and food becomes a topic. I laugh at the precise detail that the dishes are detailed, truly, individuals who love a good meal... My partner, like a big teddy bear is beloved by all. We can hear a small group of children signing biblical songs. Everyone is happy and polite. I am actually having a good time on this run, and of course everyone loves the big man. As the young ladies lung sounds are clear and her pulsox is 100%, she perks up. She has a smile that lights the room and will bestow a beautiful gift upon us. She reaches for her song book and begins to sing a song for us. Her voice is angelical and her sincerity is genuine. Inside I feel a certain peace I have not felt in sometime. When she is finished she thanks us both, the adults thank us and give us hugs. The preacher comes over and really gives the big man a hug. The preacher joins our hands and says a special prayer to keep us safe always. I feel really good about being a medic at this particular time, I feel a reward inside knowing I have played a part in bring light to someone. and they have enriched my day. We depart the church, the preacher said that the entrance is hidden and there was much appreciation for the rapid manner that EMS got to their church
From the Northern rim of the City, we respond downtown for a car vs. dog accident. Sure enough, there is a Cadillac with minor grill damage.The guy is sitting in the middle of a main road, we block the car so we are afforded some safety. We find a male wanting EMS to check his back... I go check on the dog, he is dead on the side walk, a good size lab mix. the male is upset about his car. he wants the police for a police report. Hmmm. I check and there are no police available, there is no animal control to remove the carcass off the street. The driver hears our radio traffic and is not happy, he pays taxes for terrible City services. We caution him about sitting in the middle of the roadway. his car has minor damage and can move to the side of the road as he has called his family. He tells his family he wants to go to the precinct to file report. He is especially upset about the carcass of the dead dog just being left on the road as there is no one to remove it. He gets emotional talking to the family about the dead dog. we help him out, but not before getting his car moved somewhere safer. As we pull away, I think about the dog...I think about how I have more empathy sometimes for a animal than a human. Animals get injured because they do not have the intellect of man. Man will get injured because they do not use the intellect they have been given.... Sometimes the dog IS smarter than man. I have pity for the dogs... In my mind I feel like a modern day urban Aristotle.
we respond to an asthma attack for which we give an updraft to and transport, from there we are off to a residence with an angry PSY. patient on Prolixin who is violent, suicidal and homicidal. Police cuff him and transport him to the PSY center. From there we are dispatched to a medical alarm....we beat on the door, after some time a very frightened looking elderly woman comes to the door.... She is yelling through the door... we can see her through the small window pane . She tells us she is scared , she wants us to search around the outside of her house and property. I finally have grasped I am on nights..LOL, it took 2 months, but I now have remembered to bring a flashlight to work. We survey the property.. All is safe and secure. The lady thanks us yelling through the door and we wave good- bye. I feel sorry for the elderly where I work. They are easy prey and victims of violence by the young daily. Their great City that they supported and were promised so much, Going down in flames, they are trapped in one of the most violent Cities in America. So many have expressed dismay, harking for a better time when their leaders were leaders.My heart does go out to these Matriarchs and Patriarchs of what was a place of promise, now nothing more than a land of human misery.
It is busy, there are no units. We hear a call go out for a shooting on the Northwest side. The only unit that is available to respond is on Vandyke on the far east side, we pickup the call to help out. We arrive on scene with scout for a good shooting. A mid age lady, etoh, has been pistol whipped to the left frontal/temporal region. There is a large hematoma and blood. The patient has been shot in the left thigh and the bullet has went thru the leg and is in the middle of the hallway. The patient was not able to walk.. Pulses are obtained, checks for rotation and shortening..Dressings, Long spine Board, C-Collar and I.V. FOR A CODE 1 TRANSPORT TO THE LOCAL TRAUMA CENTER..Did I tell you....I LOVE BLOOD.......!
Our next run is for an unconscious diabetic, of course the patient did not eat...Nothing that a I.V. and some D50 cannot repair... I have to move the rubble in the house to sufficiently work on the patient. She does not have good veins, so I pop a E.J. .....In goes the Dextrose, up goes the patient who does not like EMS or Hospitals. She is CAOx3, she is now eating, she does not want to go to the hospital, medical control approves.. In my mind I think about not wanting put my knee on the floor as I had seen some Creepy Crawlies and the carpeting was worn , or matted right through to the pad....Weird?
From there we are off to a seizure, then to an assault. The mother of eight children injured her ankle while her children were fighting. All of the children were cool except for the big, soft, lispy son.... He was mouthy with us and talking alot of shit with his lisp. The daughters were cool, the other sons were blown out with 40's still on their laps... the sweet smell of natures own herb in the air.. We ace wrap the ladies leg, her lispy son just will not shut up... We dismiss him from the room.... He does not want to go at fist, but the other ladies in the house turn on him... Nothing worse than to see than a man acting like a big ass sissy.Alternative life style is cool with me, but come on dude..you were more emotional than the ladies.The madness of this call takes some time... I have two supervisors show up... One with good intentions, another just to attempt to harass me... Thanks to the super for keeping the other boss off me.
From there we are off to another theatrical event, a 21 y/o male with chest pain, drunk... kicking, bucking and spitting...His crew was all worked up and emotional...Damn, he would not cooperate with vitals... he got his BOYS all worked up... they started acting crazy.... picked him up and began running to the Ambulance, I stop them and and say, lets put him on the stretcher... Vital signs are good, he is crying and starts spitting on the walls. Ridiculous...Oh well, I will just take the time to clean the walls.
We close out the night with a Drunk male who is in someones yard with his van running asleep. We do not have a scout car... His door is open... We put his car in park, I usually pull the rig up to their front bumper as some will startle, hit the gas and could pull you along. MY partner is able to shut off the car, the male awakes, I grab both of his hands as you never know if there is a gun hidden somewhere in the seat or between their legs unseen. We get him out, he reports he has been drinking all night... The Police arrive and take over from there.
Our night is complete, the need for EMS services was immense. I am tired, but I had a great time working with my buddy. I have not had this much fun or enjoyment on busy night in some time. I got some blood, some action, But the highlight of my night was the Angelic little girl singing for us........There is nothing more beautiful than a child......A child in song....Good day my friends and god bless.

HELP ME !!!!!! Help Me!!!!AHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!
It is Thanksgiving Night in the hood, My gullet is full of Turkey and all the delicious dishes from this evenings dinner. I feel a bit sluggish and slow, Turkey has that nice effect, a nice Cigar and Cognac and JB would be settled for a nice relaxing night.Nooooooooo.....911 is as busy as hell, non stop drunks, shootings and domestic squabbles. We have a good assortment of which my partner is called the "N" word and I am told Whitey is disliked.....HAHAHAHA.... no shit!
Well,I was traumatized last night for the first time in years....This was a run that will haunt me for a while... It was not a shooting or accident, I actually like blood... I like the smell of it, you can smell it when it is spilled in the streets. I love the blots with very vivid, or dull colors of red.NO, it was something much worse, it was like a horror movie only worse because I was living it.
My partner and I heard the run come in a few blocks over, we were clearing up an assault run where no one was hurt, but windows and perhaps a weave.We hear a call 2 blocks over with another unit dispatched from many miles away. We go ahead and jump on the run to help out. The call is for a individual under 30 with Abdominal pain. We arrive at the residence. A wheel chair ramp, so it is a good bet that the sickie is crippled. We entered the residence, It is cluttered with garbage and belongings everywhere. We walk thru the residence to a massive rear bed room. The lady that greeted us at the door has a bright NASCAR coat on with Mickey Mouse on it.she very skinny legs and reminds me of a miss- shapened Clown. We find our patient, I look around and see yard tools, shop vac, hedge clippers, clothing strewn everywhere, boxes and documents just strewn every where. I see outpatient in a electric wheelchair. He looks uncomfortable and is disabled from a rather debilitating illness.as I get vital signs and assess the patient I am off in another world. I am fortunate that I can usually do several things in my mind at a time fairly proficiently.As I gather my needed info and physical findings, I see a leaf blower on top of a pile of garbage in the middle of the room. What a strange place for that?Hmmmm. Next thing in my mind I see Bill Murray in Caddy Shack using the Blower to clean his apt.... I chuckle inside and think, wow, I would love to fire that bitch up and blow some of the garbage around....Oh, back to the patient, He has a very rigid Abdomen and very tender. Info coming from the care giver is not very accurate. We are going to have a hard time removing the patient as there is too much clutter. We place our stretcher at the porch and will have to carry him out 2 man physically. I am concerned he may vomit as he looks like he may burst at any time. I am concerned about a bowel obstruction. My partner takes the top and I take the legs, very vigilant as I do not want to get barfed on.I have been barfed on......it SUCKS!
we get the patient out to the unit, so far, so good. The patient is contracted so I desire to start an I.V. in his neck,he refuses as he is scared. The patient has a history of ulcers and has had a bleeding ulcer before. Could that belly be full of blood? His nail beds are pail as well as his skin tone .I am at the patients side, Mom is on the bench to the left, she not only looks like a clown, she appears kind of different. All of the sudden, a burst of vomit flies out at an incredible speed....It hits mom in the face, her hair blows back like a burst of wind hits it...The emesis hits her square in the face and splatters on the walls. It shoots all over our equipment bags...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOO!!! its not over, it shoots off the rear doors, its on the floor everywhere AHHHHHHHHHHH! HELP!!! like the Stephen King Movie dream catcher, I loved the Butt Weasels in that movie...I look for a movement, no misdirected weasel that came out the mouth instead of the ass. I am safe for now.....BUT NO..... I am really freaked out now.Mom , dressed like a clown and covered in bloody shit is laughing..... Laughing..... Ahhhhh FREAKY ! I look at my partner, he is Beginning to heave, Oh no! I look back at mom.... She is laughing , I can see the vomit dripping from her nose , her chin, and her eye lashes.drip... drip.... all the while laughing...Good god I am really freaked out. My partner bails, I tell him code 1 to the hospital. I build a dike to try to keep the fluids from running to the front ....I have a lake on the floor of my truck, This sucks, I am in disbelief, I am miserable now.Evidently at some point I must have yelled SHIT ! The patient said I said shit, I don't remember , but hell yeah shit was everywhere! I like the smell of blood, but the smell of G.I.Bleed blood and feces is a terrible stench... HELP ME.... HELP ME... stop the laughing, I see that last drip finally makes its way off the Clowns face. We are at the hospital, to the code room I must go, I do not even remember talking to the hospital on the radio. I am looking for the bald headed earring clad MR. CLean, as I know I have to clean our unit. The hospital staff freaks out as they see he is covered in emesis as well as our litter. Ahhhh......!Other crews, private EMS and municipal look at our truck in disbelief, glad it was not theirs. They all say they have never see that much bloody-shit filled vomit before. Even a doctor stops by to take a look and said, "it sucks to be you". It did suck.... It sucked big time... Our supervisor came and gave us hazmat suits to clean our rig-thats a first. Three hours later We are finally finished cleaning the unit. I was mad ,but not at the patient, he could not help what happened. I do question his caregivers ability to give him the proper care he needs. I am miserable, tired, and just want to go home... I can't seem to get the laugh out of my head, or the visual of the drip.... drip.... vomit off the eyelash. Happy thanksgiving? there was nothing happy as I went home perhaps to a nightmare of the laughing clown and the visual playing out in my dreams.....AHHHHHHHHHH

JB will have a holiday message for you in the A.M. I will be working thanksgiving night,http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGZ-U_P2XUo&feature=player_embedded so I should have plenty of stories as the holidays are violent.

First and foremost tonight I have good news to report.The children that were injured in the house fire I blogged about yesterday are all doing well. All will make a full recovery including the little guy that was lifeless. He was removed off of life support during the night and is fully conscious and doing well. His siblings are all mending from their wounds. I feel tremendous pride in their status and health.Some days I am down about my job and those who I service. I am appalled with the apathy of an entire City. Tonight I feel pride in my service to the citizens. I feel pride in my agency, EMS for being there on the front line. I feel pride in my Fire division that will from time to time treat me as an adversary. At this moment, this one moment, I feel all the abuse I endure from the citizens and my Fire Department is worth it. My unit, my partner, we made a difference last night. We have a beautiful little boy to show for the effort and labor last night. All the fighting, the union and city,does not matter tonight. Fighting with firemen in the fire house,does not matter tonight....A beautiful, innocent little boy will see tomorrow and hopefully grow old and prosper. Thank you god for being there for this little man. Thank you god for allowing me to have a calm mind and a steady hand to perform when needed most.
Well, the feel good story only lasts so long. We are off to pick up a diabetic male in crisis. After climbing to the 3rd floor we find a male , drunk in his apartment. The apartment is disheveled and filthy. Roaches visibly scrambling across the floor and walls. We immediately start the EMS shuffle to keep the roaches off us. We ask the male to come out to the hall, there is too much garbage for an assessment. The male comes to the door, lights a cigarette and lies down on the floor striking a pose like he is on a beach in Malibu. He is rude and abusive. I begin an assessment and find his sugar is within the normal limits. We attempt to get him up, but he will not cooperate. He is yelling that we are going to get "sued" by his lawyer. I can tell by his palatial estate I need to heed his warning. His girl friend comes up, ETOH , yelling that we are from the state. She starts yelling at us about how we work for the state and we were sent out to harass them. Our male takes a swipe at my partner with his hand. I am nice, I attempt to ask him to "please come to the hospital as we cannot leave you in the hallway". he refuses to budge from the hall. He is obviously a PSYCH patient. Sure enough he reports noncompliance with his PSY. meds. We call fro a scout car.The police arrive and he refuses to cooperate. The police and EMS work together moving this uncooperative patient down to our litter . The patient tells me I am a racist who hates black people. I pay him no attention. My partner is irritated with the actions of my patient, he tells him to be quiet. He is secured to our litter and transported to the hospital for an evaluation, noting his pressure was down a bit.
On the way to pick up the uncooperative patient, our rig was making allot of noise. Our truck rides like it needs new shocks. The truck feels like riding on the back of a stake truck. The vehicle is a year old with 80,000 miles.We run our fleet hard as we don't have enough units. A unit lasts approximately 2 years and must be replaced due to excessive mileage and being worn out. At the shop, sure enough the tension er pulley is loose making lots of noise. The vehicle is slow to charge when running as well. The shop does not have the parts, nor a backup rig Citywide, so we are told to drive the truck until it breaks. Our stretcher is damaged with the wheels having interference and friction slowing it down. My partner and I get a new litter and it is off to work. We spend the rest of the night responding to routine assaults and "one down" everywhere. our night will stay busy as I just sit in the truck. I hear AK47 rounds being fired a few blocks over, we are dispatched there for a shooting. No one shot, good for him, good for us.
We are on a run when we hear a call for a woman being dragged in the street by a man and a woman . The info is being updated to a body dragged and dumped in the field. We head to the location, the fog is so thick it is hard to see. We cannot find anyone in the alley or on the street. We get an update to head down another street, It is very dark and foggy out, with garbage and rubble everywhere . The street dead ends ... we see nothing, however I can hear yelling off in the distance. We follow the faint calling of a female till we find a toothless woman in the street. She is crying there is a body in the Field. The field is over grown, with garbage everywhere from illegal dumping. .. We find a pale female in bra, and panties, with her pants around her ankles. She is very cold, her jaw is rigored.......perhaps dead. As I look on I see the patient take a breath, the one and only she will take. We begin to aggressively care for the female. Getting the litter thru the field to the patient and back to the truck is major work. we offer ventilatory support along with I.M.Narcan,as getting a I.V. will be difficult . The patient goes from a coma (GCS-3) to increased resps and a slight moan. The heart rate is up and the remainder of the vitals are depressed. The tempatic is at 72.3 degrees so the patient is extremely hypothermic. The patient is covered and warmed with assists with ventilations,the jaw is stiff. A small group has gathered. The lady that allegedly found the body is crying, "Who would do such a thing"? Who would do such a thing? The answer is simple, the dope man....... the dope man does not want any one dying at the dope spot. The police, the loss of business, humans are discarded in this matter daily where I serve. We transport the lady to the hospital where she is listed as critical condition. She will be placed on life support and receive warm fluids as he body core temp is mid eighties. She should be dead, all odds were against her being alive. A drug O.D..... dragged in the street, dragged into a field and left for dead.....Lucky...lucky....lucky. My partners belief is the lady that pointed out the body actually dragged her to the field as it appeared they get high together and she was way too emotional. I agree, but do not really care.I performed my job and she will live, good. It is interesting, I play a key role in the survival of 2 lives, but feel only good about one. Perhaps it is because one has a whole life in front of him while the other wastes her. I perform with the same zeal with each run, but my mind really only cares about the little man.

I am riding the range tonight with another regular partner who has chosen overtime at my unit as I do not have a partner.My partner is a nice guy , very quiet, unassuming, however he is a monster feared by all. I respect his demeanor and his brute force. I would fear this man in a fight as I think he would dispense of me quickly. Right out the box we respond to a sick lady at a affluent part of town. Her pulsox is good and she seems to be sick with cold symptoms. She is hyperventilating, Her vital signs are maintained and her blood sugar is elevated with keytones. Perhaps she is trying to blow off the keytones due to the acid base shift? We advise her to seek care, she does not like the closest facility. Her family places her in the family car to transport her to their desired facility. Paper work complete, we place ourselves in service for another run.
From there we are dispatched to a man attacked by 2 pit bulls. The patient is in the upper flat of the residence waving a flash light, We call him down.He has a bite to the midline thoracic spine region with broken skin. A bite to the right forearm with bruising and broken skin. A bite to his right leg with multiple punctures and major swelling, black and blue. I dress his wounds and advise him he will need medical care at a hospital. He declines transportation and will drive the family to his desired hospital. The police arrive on scene and know the dogs in question as they have been terrorizing and attacking residents for weeks in that area. They complain that there are only 2 dog catchers for a city of a million and they work 9-5. sad, my city of 27,ooo have that many....Hmmmmm?
We go down out of service as we have been without a functioning hear radio for weeks. This radio is required by the state and finally the city takes some accountability and does the right thing with a little prodding.
Radio repair is slow and the technicians move at a snails pace. We will be out of service for a few hours for something that could be repaired in 15 -20 minutes.Oh well, I enjoy the break. THE BREAK WILL COME A TO END RATHER QUICKLY! we arrive back at our quarters and we get a call for a house fire with people trapped. We beat the engine out of quarters, I am driving and we are making good time. We are on scene within minutes. We find a working house fire with smoke and flames showing. There is one engine on the scene, while another is catching the hydrant. We exit putting on our safety equipment, as I come around the back of the rig we are met by an exited crowd. In the arms of a young man is the lifeless, limp, flaccid body of a 3 y/o. There is also a teenage young man at the back of the rig covered in soot with multiple lacerations and lots of blood. In attempting to save his siblings he has cuts to the arms , chest , and head. He has soot to his face , chest and extremities.
The crowd is crying and upset as there is a little girl trapped somewhere in the house. I have another unit enroute and supervisors enroute. I advise dispatch there is another child in the house and we have 2 critical. I immediately begin ventilation with high flow oxygen and a bag valve mask. vitals obtained with a monitor. I place his brother on the bench with a high flow oxygen for smoke inhalation. At the 4 minute mark of being onscene we depart code 1 to Childrens Hospital. The incoming unit and supervisors are advised there is another child as they are just minutes out. It is now a race of time to get this child 12 miles to the hospital.we go code 1 to the hospital with a radio notification. The doctor online is long winded and hard to understand.He asks too many questions, I finally tell them we will be there in 12 minutes, be ready. My partner who rarely drives 10 miles over the speed limit is now doing warp speed. He was in agreement that we needed to go. I bag this child taking a split leg position with my knees on the floor using my legs to put pressure on the walls of the truck to support me on the curves. The curves are tough at the high rate of speed, however I focus at the task at hand, breathing for a child that has stopped on his own. Enroute his brother is tearing up thinking the worse. I try to calm him and reassure him he did a good job and was very brave.after about 8 minutes our patient is making good efforts to breath on his own.... his right hand starts to move. I tell his brother to watch his brothers hand. He stops crying and has a brief moment of relief, the tears slow down.... We are turning in to the E.R. and there is more movement by the little man. We transfer care over to the staff waiting in the E.R. The young man briefly opens his eyes as we transfer him. I feel relief and I feel good inside. Our patient is intubated and placed on a ventilator. My truck is bloody from his brother and I have equipment everywhere. I told my partner good job as I have never seen him drive like that. I ask him ," How fast were you going? 75, 80 mph" ? he laughs and says," if you can believe it, I had the truck up over 90". I laugh and slap him in the back, good team work and a supreme effort, a labor of love for the both of us as we are proud fathers. I witness the medics bring in the sister of the lads I transported. she was removed by the firemen as the medics arrived. She has burns, some smoke inhalation, but stable....good work guys. I feel a certain gratification knowing I played a part in this story. I will work hard the rest of the night as we are busy. I will not blog about the remainder of the night as my thoughts and a prayer are with this young man that I have developed a personal attachment to due to our time together. God bless you, love your children, they are something to be cherished.

The last time my partner and I worked, we had a lot of blood and death. We were surrounded by police cars and were illuminated from above by a chopper. It was a hard night that left me in pain and tired. We are united again for this night;what madness is in store for us this evening. The night starts off pretty slow, but it will start to pick up. We deal with a few drunks here, and there, however we hear a call at a adult entertainment strip club. The call is for a lady injured on the dance floor during a fight in the club. Everyone jockeys for the call, however we are the closest and we make good time. En route we debate whether the police will be there. We wait hours for the police usually.. Lets see....Of course , there is a wall of scout cars on Michigan avenue and we are told by police exiting the club we are not needed. Hmmmmm? we can not get a scout for shootings or violence runs, however everyone comes out for the strip club. Telway is down the street, A bag of burgers and coffee and we are ready for some more work.More drunks, more sick babies and a regular flow of non emergency calls, routine madness associated with the green card.

We are dispatched to a assault,a domestic in the Northwest section of the City. The call is for a female who assaulted her boyfriend. He has a bloody nose allegedly from the assault. En route to the scene we debate whether this is a man who has suffered emasculation and is a whiny bitch, Or a guy who is taking one for the team from an abusive woman so she can be hauled away for domestic violence. There is no scout, so we make the scene, dispatch does not make mention of a weapon when asked. We arrive on the scene, my partner has an upset stomach and don't feel well. I tell him just to sit in the truck and relax, I will be right back. I knock on the door and a lady in a bathrobe answers the door quietly. I ask if a man has called who claims he has been injured in a domestic. She reports her boyfriend is drunk and has been beating on her. She reports that she punched him in the nose to get him off her. She tells me that he has threatened to shoot and kill her,and her child who is less than 2. I ask where is he? she says sleeping in a back room. I ask if there is a weapon in the house ? she says yes, his hand gun, a glock . He will not come out of the room. I go in back and find him sleeping. I whisper for her to show me where the gun is. It is behind me in the closet. It is there, unholstered, a glock 40 with a full clip. I now have his weapon, I find he is faking unconsciousness. I touch him and he pulls away, thus confirming he is wolfing. I was concerned for the lady and her child.I take the gun out to my rig.... My partner says "WHAT THE HELL" , i give him the story. He grabs the Glock, removes the clip , there is one in the chamber. we secure the weapon in our locked vehicle and go back into the house. My partner laughs and says, you were right, another male acting like a bitch. I ask for a scout car and explain the situation. The lady and the child are in the living room. The male comes out and orders us to "leave". we decline to act upon his request. He is mad that we are there. He is angry with his girlfriend. He has been drinking and not very nice. He starts getting aggressive and attempts to pull his daughter from mom. I tell him 'Leave the child alone". He says, "who the fuck are you? get out of my house". still no scout car for our scene. The male is angry, he confronts both me and my partner , only after locking the door. He says" f@ck you white boys and goes back to the room. YOU KNOW WHAT HE IS GOING TO GET. he exits the bedroom angry demanding to know where his gun is. He is a piece of crap who would have shot us as he is a coward. We tell him we have his gun and he will not get it back till the police arrive. He then exits the residence, swearing he will kill his girl friend, he drives off. I get in the unit with my partner and we wait for police to come get the weapon. I look at the bullets, he has hydro shock hallow points.This type of bullet is made for one thing.....Killing. my partner was like dude....how did you know? we laugh and I tell him spider sense. Next thing , the guy comes back, hope he is not rearmed,He lives a long way away so I think not. He comes over to the unit demanding his gun, I tell him ....NO. we will wait for one hour and fifteen minutes for a police car....rediculous.we clear the scene and move on to the next calamity.
We get a call for a man down drunk on a porch in a dark part of town where the street lights do not work. We drive a bit of a distance to get to the run. We find a man in a bathrobe waving for EMS in the middle of the street. We exit the unit to the robed man yelling at us that we are not doing our jobs. He is upset and abusive over our response. I take lead, the big man is yelling at me and grabs my shoulder, I spin around with a look like I want to split his skull and tell him" don't f#*king touch me". The man throws his hands up and backs off, I am pissed and he knows it. I arrive to the porch and find a man wrapped like a mummy on a chair. We start to remove all the blankets where we find a man severely beaten. Omg he has had a heck of a beating.... Earlier in the day we had been laughing and joking about the great kazoo on the flint stones. We joked how kids do not like bugs bunny,Popeye or the Flintstones any more. The great kazoo with his large head and green made us laugh....Our patients head is so big and swollen it is shaped like the great kazoos head, except red with blood instead of green.This man has contusions to his body, neck and back . His head is terribly deformed, I have never seen a head so horribly deformed. He was knocked unconscious earlier, however he is talking, but uncooperative. HE is making a bloody mess out of our rig and our ancillary equipment. We transport him Code 1 to a trauma center where people are stunned with the state of this mans head. He is covered in blood from head to toe. Or rig will require significant cleaning with some equipment requiring replacement.The Police show up an hour later to take the report as they never made the scene. I think about our night, another bloody night with my good buddy in the hood. I think perhaps all violent runs should have strippers on the scene as that is the only call in which we got a scout car to our scene . I am disgusted by the state of things where I am employed. I am amazed at the level of complacency of the populace with the abominable status of the City services. I am glad to go home, knowing I am going somewhere I can call 911 and everyone will show up in a matter of a few minutes.

Good afternoon, JB is up and about. I was pretty tired when I arrived home this A.M. as I was tired from work. After midnight my unit responded to 5 runs that happened to be evenly spaced, so there was no sleepy sleepy time. I dyed my hair the previous night and feel asleep with my dye in my hair. I am fortunate I did not lose my hair, boy did I look bad. The dye had run and stained my scalp, I looked like a giant turd. I was debating leaving the head alone and just going to work. After careful thought I decided against such an action as management already thought I was insane.I have my local hair dresser, stylist tend to my melon. This lady scrubs the dew with chemicals and an exfoliate ...My scalp is stained and raw and well, I look better. I will now look good in the haberdashery my employer provides.
Messing with the dew and I am running late to work. I forgot I need to get fuel and pickup a item for a friend. I do not have time for my delicious cup of Telway. I get to work and there is a run waiting for me.I am off to a lady beaten and dragged by a car. She has left the scene before we arrive. From there we are close enough to Telway to get that delicious cup of gold, glorious moment. My partner is a good guy, veteran with more years on the job than I do. He is also a union guy, so I feel good riding with a brother in arms.
We are off to the midtown region with Telway in hand for a chest pain.Upon arrival we find a psy pt, drinking a beer CAOX3. The patient is paranoid that his B.P. is elevated due to the little pressure machine she purchased for him. Everyone has had a few beers. His B.P. is fine, he doe snot have c.p. and his vitals are great. He seems to be at odds because a lady at the house likes the way I look and is trying to flirt. He becomes upset and babbles on. I ask him if he takes his PSY. meds? He says no!I tell him I can tell and I suggest he stops drinking and take his pills as mental illness lasts a lifetime.He does not want to harm himself or others, our job is done ...off to the next run.
We are now at a residence for a 30 something woman with abd pain to the umbilicus region.The room is permeated with the smell of natures own weed. There is another lady yelling in the other room. A complete assessment with pain to the mid abd, not rigid or tender. The patient is not an O.B. patient, zero N&V ,zero tarry stools. The patient has not had a "shit" for a few days per own admission. She Delcine's transport to the hospital and says she is going to take a boo boo.
The next call is a complete waste of EMS resources, The patient is a 4 y/o female with NERD candy in her ear. She is calm with a cute hat. She is a beautiful little girl with a delightful attitude. Her mom is a nice lady and her brother is polite. My patient walks and brings a smile to my face. When we arrive at the hospital, we exit the unit and she wants to hold my hand. My heart melts and I wish this little lady all the luck in the world for the few moments of happiness she has given me.
we respond to a few false runs and it is back to Telway for a midnight cup of coffee to sustain me through the night.
We get run #1 for the new day. The residence is a brand new subsidized house. Kids are on mattresses through out the residence. The residence is dirty and being destroyed. Our elderly patient evidently fell asleep on the toilet and fell off. She is fine and does not want EMS transport after full assessment. I start coughing on the dust or stink in the residence. My partner gives me a mint to clear my throat. We exit the residence and I think the government is too good to some. I work my ass off and I live in a 70 y/o house that is always in need of up keep. It has lost over half its value. I am not pleased. How can someone live in a new house with new oak cabinets and appliances and not have a job. HOW? just HOW? Hmmmmmmmmmmm, sickening.
We respond to a 3 y/o with asthma with sob. The young lad is getting an updraft at our arrival. The young man has congestion in his lower portion of the lungs. Positive upper airway congestion, then a cough. We hear a barking cough, hmmmmm , croup. I tell the family about the cool night air , the steam of a shower , a albuterol updraft will not take care of croup.I will take the young lad to the hospital as I am concern he will not make it to the doctors. The parents say they will separate with mom riding in the ambulance, and the dad following in a car. WTF........ why can't you just put your own child in your own car and go to your doctor, or the hospital. Why would you wait for EMS when you have a car. I attempt to impart some wisdom upon this couple, however I realize this is just a waste of breath. I like the little guy, he is cute and sweet like all young children.
I am starting to tire. we just make it to our station, a little rest perhaps? No.....we are off to a 50 y/o woman with a TOOTHACHE ! Inside am fuming, a bit tired of serving those who have made little, if any effort to help themselves. Sure enough, she is there crying, holding her jaw. Toothache for several days, holy shit a bird just flew into my window, poor bird.... dead. Back to the toothache. I say nothing, I let my cool ass partner do all the talking. She walks to the unit, crying, babbling and really just getting on my last nerve. I say nothing, thinking only of Night at NICK in my head. I see her lips moving, but I no longer hear the words coming out of her mouth. There is a thought of Dr. Dennis Leary and his "shut the fuck up" therapy, I am laughing inside.I then think about Bill Murray in What About Bob... silly funny movie.... I am thinking about the Death therapy scene..lol classic... I look at my patient and I am amused with her stupidity and the things going on in my head.LOL HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.... finally I am sing the Dennis Leary 'I Am A Asshole song in my head...I am laughing my ass off... I see her lips moving she looks like a dummy without the ventriloquist ......HAHAHAHAHAHA......we drop her off to the E.R. to the triage nurse who has a look of disgust. I am thankful my vivid mind keeps me entertained so I do not say anything bad to this ignorant lady... Night is over with...I think about the middle class, I think about universal health care and the runs I have performed. The poor and needy hmmmmmmm.how about the abused middle class, where is our bail out.....sickening, just sickening.The poor is a never ending vortex sucking the life out this region.