I remember early into my internship when we were still days we
got a “psych” call for a middle age women.
That is one thing that made be a bit nervous at that time, because we
have no idea what we were about to roll up on (as if we ever do). The ambulance stops and I get out finding a ghetto
neighborhood with people walking out of their small 1000 sq ft unkempt homes to
see what was going on. We kindly asked
for everyone to go back inside and if we needed them we would come get
them. We walked towards the home passed
over grown grass, two dead trees to an open door; I peered inside to see the
middle age heavy set women finishing a whippet(link is explaining what it is). Then
she saw us and invited us in where my preceptor/medic took over because I have
no idea what to say. He said things like
how are you today? How many whippets have you done? Do you know why you are
here? She was trippen on all sorts of
things. In the background there was an
overwight older man causally doing dishes with his shirt off (you know the
normal thing to do when the paramedics arrive) acting as if no one was there, especially
the woman, he did not even make eye contact with us as we walked in. I also remember the overwhelmingly,
overpowering smell of alcohol mixed with rotten ground beef and old cat piss in
a kitty litter box that was last changed in 1986 (not really). Then the women looked into my eyes and seemed
to look right past me, not able to focus on anything. Then started balling
asking if she was going to jail, than began pacing back and forth, stopped then
at the top of her lungs used every single word of profanity in the English language. The old man help up 2 empty bottles of Vodika
then pointed at her then went about his business, where then I wondered how she
woman was able to even remember how to breathe.
I left to get the monitor and by the time I came back she was throwing
herself at my medic in a very sexual way giggling and asking for us to do some
creepy stuff to her. I stopped and was
caught so off guard, I was like a deer in the head lights, I asked, “What
happened in the 10 seconds I was gone?” with a very puzzled look. I was then
told she was a “Rapid Cycler” by my medic.
Happy, Sad, Pissed, Randy, and Froggy (wants to fight). I was confused as all get out…
Finally
in the back of the truck we were concerned by the amount of alcohol she
consumed and needed to give her an IV to give her medications, and mostly I wanted
to give her fluids, and she let us, Few!!
But just
as we finished Dr. Jekyll showed her ugly face and holy crap out of nowhere we
were I had her arms pinned to her sides while the medic had her legs and the
basic was getting the restrains ready, it seemed like an eternity!! She was
trying to bite my hands, wrists, legs, anything. Thinking back It was quite the adrenaline rush
almost like a game to not be exposed to Hepatitis C via human bite J. She was pinned and restrained (finally) and
then she laid into us thick.
We then
began to transport, where the medic sat behind the patient leaving me to talk
to Mrs. Crazy. Man I realized how
innocent I was, the things she was yelling at me and then the things she said
she would do to me (which was quite frightening and did not know was even
possible) my medic was laughing nonstop at my reactions and responses, so me
not laughing was not an option. The whole way to the hospital, I was verbally molested,
and then insulted in the most drunken way (she made no sense). It was quite amusing and just to think she is
a voter…
Vote responsibly J
In honer of women, crazy and non. Here is to second base. "Hear hear"
#Pinkambulance
#Pin gloves
#Pinkpin
#BreastCancerAwareness
In honer of women, crazy and non. Here is to second base. "Hear hear"
#Pinkambulance
#Pin gloves
#Pinkpin
#BreastCancerAwareness
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