Dammit! I keep touching the screen of my home laptop thinking that it's a touch screen like the one at work! Annoying! I am home now! Sheesh.
My last day at work was....interesting. I ran the complete insane person that I had gotten called out to one other time. This time she barricading herself in her motel room and busted out a window. PD asked me to keep an eye on her through the window. I'm glad that I had the sense to stay back far enough that I just got a little shower of glass instead of a face full when she busted the window. Of course shes naked again. Covered in sweat or water. I'm not sure. And now blood because of her arm going through the window. I tried to bandage it so she wouldn't fling blood on me, but she wouldn't let me. So I spent the entire transport just keeping my distance and not making eye contact. My instincts told me to dart her with some haldol and versed. But the hospitals don't like it when we snow their pts. Even though thats what they wind up doing. So I got her to the hospital, and of course she wound up in 4 point restraints and chemically restrained as well. All of this due to being bi polar and non compliant with meds.
We also had a code blue. He had a pulse when we got him to the hospital, but it was just a cpr/epi pulse. The only reason we transported him was because he had high end tidal numbers. I should have called for an order to cease resuscitation, but one of my superiors said "you will never get an order to cease with numbers that high". So we took a corpse to the ER. Giving the family false hope, and several thousand dollars of bills. I spoke to the Dr who said that he most certainly would have given a cease order. I should have spoken up and been a better advocate for this patient and his family.
At the end of this horribly long, sweaty, muggy, 2 uniform day, I realized that its Sunday. I still hadn't gotten groceries this weekend. I like to get them on the weekends because Dillons offers double fuel points if you shop on weekends. I HATE shopping in uniform. It always guarantees something will happen. I will find a patient, someone will drop and require medical attention, someone will recognize me or someone will try to fight with me. This can usually be prevented if I go outside my coverage area to shop. But, it's late, I'm tired and just want to hurry up and get it done, get my fuel and get home. So I brave the closest Dillons in the DS. A friend calls me on my way there. I'm pretty relieved. If people see me talking on my headset, maybe they will leave me alone. So I park and go inside and try to get to it. This isn't my normal store, so I'm not real sure where everything is. I didn't need much though, so no big deal. Right? Murphy's law ALWAYS applies to me. At least one of them. So I'm toodling around the store, just trying to get my shit and get out. I get almost done and go to the deli counter. There are 4 people in line ahead of me. I had a coupon for some salami that I really like, but decide that it's not worth waiting around. So I have to figure out something else to have for that meal that I had planned. My boy always wants fish sticks, so I head to the frozen foods aisle. So I'm trying to make my way down there with my cart, and theres a woman on the right side of the aisle with the freezer door open standing inside it. Her cart is on the left side and her kid is kind of by her cart. So I wait for a bit....and nobody is moving. So I decide to squeeze through. There was plenty of room. While I was squeezing through she decided to back up, running right into me and dropping her red bull on the ground. I picked it up for her and apologized. She wouldn't take the red bull, so I sat it in her cart. She looks me in the eye and says "bitch". Then her husband, baby daddy, pimp, brother...hell...idk...comes walking up. I am instantly pissed, but remember that I'm in uniform, so I just walk away. I'm fuming though! Bitch takes up the whole aisle, oblivious that there is anyone else in the store other than her and then gets pissed and acts like an ass in front of her kid. Thank God I'm in uniform. So now I have to wait for them to leave the aisle before I can get my damn fish sticks. So I mess around in the appliance aisle and find a teapot that I've been wanting. Finally I get my fish sticks and head to a self check out, so I won't have to talk to anyone else and can hopefully get the hell outta there faster. So I am getting my stuff moved and checked out, and smash my finger somehow. (The klutz gene is alive and well in my bloodline). So I'm standing there bleeding, fishing a bandaid out of my pocket, trying not to bleed on my white uniform shirt, when the woman in the line behind me comes over and grabs my coupons. She looks me in the eye and says "you sure do have a lot of coupons". She's trying to steal my coupons! So I grab them back from her, mumble something at her, swipe my damn card and get out. Her and her shady friend followed me out to the parking lot. I'm thinking that my balls are sure bigger when I am wearing my radio with the orange panic button. I reached down into my pocket to check that I have my knife, because I'm anticipating them starting something with me. I notice the security guard at the door, who looks like he should probably be on disability. I catch them staring at me the entire time. I got my groceries loaded and got to the gas station without anyone getting stabbed though. Finally....headed home. I can't decide if the extra 20 cents off a gallon was worth it. I also decide that I'm NEVER shopping in the DS again. I will take the extra hour or so that it takes to get to civilization. So it's like 8 pm, I walk in the door....and my son asks me "whats for dinner?". I think that someone should give me a medal. I didn't hurt him.
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