I was off on vacation for a week. I had a great time with my kids and friends. We trick or treated and had a great Warrior victory as my boys team advanced in the playoffs. I really did enjoy my time away from the poverty and the misery that is my job. I feel human again after a much needed brake. I did get a unexpected call to work overtime on election day, triple time. I worked of course, thanks for the bone MIKE.
My triple time day was uneventful, I mostly worked in the capacity of that of a cab or jitney driver. Th lone interesting run is the lady that could walk, but she felt too much pain so she could not walk. We were her third ride to the hospital for the day. She is a pain seeker, one who goes to e.r. with complaints of pain to get pain meds. The 2 hospitals did not giver her pain meds, so off to a third. During the course of removing her from her residence in the projects I bumped a lamp in the hall with my big rump and broke it. She said she did not care for get it. We transported her to the hospital as she cried and yelled at her son on the phone for not caring about her. The clients were sickening, but I got paid appropriately for once so all was good.
Last p.m. it was back to work with partner du jour. The night crew came flying into quarters frantic, not wanting another run. Upset and tired just wanting out. My partner and I jumped on the rig and it was off and running 2 men and the jitney truck. We performed as the local cab service early on in the night. Later we were called to a man shot and cowering in the bushes in the brightmoore district. The attacker was armed with a AK-47 and still roving firing shots allegedly. We posted just short of the hood. Brightmoore is drug and prostitute infested. Many homes are burned out with much of the land scape over grown or barren looking like that of a bombed out war zone. My partner asks if I want to make scene.Oh no.....I forgot my Ak -47 bullet repellent.... I respect the hell out of a AK round. I view them as the most destructive and deadly.... Incredible wounds they leave in their fury. DPD cancels us , and its off to a 19 y/o male with abd. pain.

At out arrival my partner leaves the keys in the unit mistakenly locking the doors. I leave him to get the keys while I get the young man. The male has had a belly ache for three days. He is acting like a little girl, if he were one of my sons I would smack him and tell him to suck it up and man up......He is sickening...the apt is a one bedroom, very spartan..A 13 inch t.v. and a chair. One bed in the bed room and 10 occupants. The smallest wearing diapers and as cute as hell. I talk with the little people hoping the best but fearing the worst having witnessed the trees these acorns have fallen from. In the truck the young man bellyaches about him stomach hurting for 3 days. He appears not too bright. Out of the night his dad pops in and takes him from the Ambulance for transport by car to another hospital as they do not like the closest facility. GOOD... time to try a new local burger joint. 99 cent burgers, I order two, my partner 3. Burgers were good, however a little later I began to experience terrible stinky flatulence. BUBBLE GUTS.....damn. en route to the shooting my partner starts to complain about stomach pain. He tells me he turned on the lights while eating the last burger. He was distressed as it was pink and he wishes he did not turn on the light. He needs a toilet. We respond to a shooting in Northwest Detroit. The scout is at the wrong building, we help them find the right building. We arrive in front of a building and see Chinese food all over the pavement. Then I see A bunch of shrimps.... Large battered and looking delicious. I am over come with grief of the loss of the shrimps. I stair in disbelief. We find the party who was assaulted. He is beaten badly with his left orbit closed, black and blue. Dents and lacerations to the frontal, hematoma to the right cheek with a loss of consciousness. We package the patient with I.V O2 with code 1 to the local trauma center.I am troubled and haunted by them big shrimps lying there on the pavement just wasted..... terrible, just terrible.....We have a few more cab rides to the hospital with out last at midnight. A good night till our last run. I will get off late as my relief is a minute man who gets to work right at 0700hrs.
My patient on this last run presents with stroke like symptoms with left side deficits and unable to ambulate. No injury from trauma. The patient wants to go to the bathroom. I attempt at first to help her, but we it is taking too long and I attempt to place her on the stair chair. She wants to go to the bathroom, I let her know we have to go due to her having a stroke. She becomes upset and starts yelling, her neighbor starts yelling and snatches her dragging her to the lav. The male is yelling at me and angry. I am thinking about how old flabby people rarely have clothing on that you can easily grab for moving....I think why dont love handles actually have handles. I make a note to self....when old just make sure you wear clothing the can be grabbed and pulled on. Anyways, back to the yelling. The neighbor said I look mean and I did not run to the apartment. I advise him rescuers do not run and the patient is having a stroke and we are wasting time. I exit the lav, notify my supervisor and dispatch of the delay and the angry neighbor. After 10 mins wasted we load the patient up . Name and badge given to another ignorant imbecile who lacks common sense. I have never seen so many complainers who make pathetic excuses in my life. I just maintain care to my patient, code 1 to the hospital with all appropriate care. She is sent to C.T. immediately to r/o bleed. I am now tired. The last run was pain as I tried to do the right thing and got yelled at by a moron who will make a complaint to managers who do not support their people. Damn, I still cant get the vision of the poor lost shrimps just wasting on the pavement. Tragic, just tragic.