Chihuahuas: Cute or Evil? Paramedics CAN BE HEROES.

Chihuahuas: Cute or Evil?

& PARAMEDICS CAN BE HEROES!

 

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YOU DECIDE--BUT I HAD TO GO BACK TO MY

STRAWBERRY FIELDS......FOREVER!

HEY--I WAS FAMOUS ONCE! 

 STATE NEWSPAPER: COLUMBIA SC-- AROUND 1976-77.  Already dark.

MY PARTNER AND I ENTERED THE RESIDENCE AND IMMEDIATELY SLIPPED, BECAUSE THERE WAS SO MUCH BLOOD ON THE FLOOR. THIS WAS AT A TIME WHEN YOU WENT IN BEFORE THE POLICE ARRIVED. NOT ADVISABLE NOWADAYS --BUT WHEN WE LOOKED IN WE SAW A GRAVELY ILL MAN, DEAD MAN: GASPING IN A POOL OF BLOOD ON THE FLOOR.....YOU DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO RIGHT? STUPID IS AS STUP......

BILL TORE OPEN A BAG OF RICE HE GRABBED OFF THE COUNTER- (A BRILLIANT MOVE UNDER MOST CIRCUMSTANCES), SPILLING IT EVERYWHERE, (IT WOULD HAVE BEEN COOL ON IRON CHEF AMERICA); TO PUT OVER A SUCKING CHEST WOUND, IN THE PATIENTS LEFT UPPER CHEST. 

THE RICE DID GIVE US SOME FOOTING, AND PLAYS INTO THE  STORY....ANYWAY..

A SUCKING CHEST WOUND IS LITERALLY THAT: AIR BEING SUCKED OUT OF AN AREA OF HIGHER PRESSURE ----NEVER MIND. SUFFICE IT TO SAY---VACUUMS SUCK....THE PLASTIC WOULD SEAL THE WOUND CAUSING  THE PRESSURE IN THE CHEST TO EQUALIZE- ALLOWING THE PATIENT'S LUNG TO FILL BACK UP--ALLOWING BREATHING!

  HE LITERALLY DREW HIS LAST BREATH (THE DEATH RATTLE IS UNMISTAKABLE...) AS WE HOVERED OVER HIM.  THE POSITION OF THE WOUND AND AMOUNT OF BLOOD, ALLOWED ME TO DECIDE IN AN INSTANT... I GRABBED BILL'S WRIST, STOPPING HIM, AND SHOOK MY HEAD; NO. SORRY, FELLA...NOT GONNA HAPPEN. BILL NODDED IN CONSENT. 

BECAUSE ONCE YOU START--YOU DON'T STOP,

HE WAS DEAD.  NO SINCE TRYING ANYTHING HEROIC. THAT WAS A TOUGH CALL, BUT AS CREW CHIEF I HAD TO MAKE IT. 

STRANGE THING "KINDA" PLAYING GOD! 

HOWEVER, IT'S WHAT WE WERE/ARE TRAINED TO DO--MAKE THOSE TOUGH CALLS.

WE WALKED   HAULED A**, OUTSIDE (SANS RICE FOOTING). AND NO POLICE HAD ARRIVED YET. 

BUT SOMEONE ELSE HAD!!!! THERE WAS A FAIRLY INEBRIATED GENTLEMAN THAT WALKED UP  TO  "ON"  US. I COULD SEE THE BLOODY HANDLE OF A STEAK KNIFE STICKING OUT OF HIS PANTS POCKET DUE TO THE BRIGHT SCENE LIGHTS FROM GOOD OLE UNIT 4!

WE IMMEDIATELY CALLED "10-99" OVER THE RADIO---TROUBLE----SEND PO-PO FASTER THAN FAST!! DROP EVERYTHING-PARAMEDICS NEED HELP!

C'MON PO-PO! WHERE ARE THE BLUE LIGHTS WHEN YOU NEED THEM, BESIDES IN YOUR REAR VIEW MIRROR???

WE ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO GET ANYWHERE CLOSE TO A POTENTIAL

 SUSPECT AT ANY TIME. ESPECIALLY, IF HE IS STILL ARMED. HOWEVER HE HAD WALKED RIGHT UP ON US OUT OF THE DARKNESS.

 SENSING HIS STATE OF MIND, DRUNK--I SAID--"HEY, I KNOW YOU". HOW ARE YOU DOING?" ROUGHLY TRANSLATED,  "I JUST SHAT MY PANTS, & I'M BLUFFING!"

YOU THINK FAST WITH AN ADRENALIN RUSH-

HE SAID, "OK", AS NONCHALANT AS IF HE WERE OUT FOR AN EVENING STROLL. I ASKED HIM, "HOW IS THAT BLOOD PRESSURE DOING?" 

INSTANTLY GAINING HIS TRUST! THIS GUY CARES FOR ME, WAS HIS THOUGHT PROCESS. YOU'LL LAUGH AT THIS IN A SEC!

KEEPING THE DRUG BOX BETWEEN HE AND I, WITH ONE EYE ON HIS HANDS, ONE ON HIM, AND ONE LOOKING WILDLY FOR HELP!  

YES- I HAD 3 EYES--YOU CAN HAVE AS MANY AS 5 ON SOME CALLS!!!!

HE SAID HE DIDN'T KNOW, BUT LOOKED WORRIED THAT HIS BP MAY BE UP! I SEIZED THE OPPORTUNITY- 

BULLSHAT SOME MORE, HOPING HE COULDN'T SEE ME SHAKING.

I TOLD HIM HE LOOKED LIKE HIS BP MAY BE VERY HIGH, AND I WAS WORRIED ABOUT HIM! HE FELL FOR IT, THANK YOU MD-20/20!!!

I WAS ABLE TO GET HIM TO SIT, 

FALL/LEAN, AGAINST A BRICK WALL AS I GOT OUT THE BP CUFF. AS HE CAUSUALLY SMOKED HIS CIGARETTE AND AS I PUT THE CUFF ON HIM,  I SLID THE KNIFE OUT OF HIS POCKET THROWING IT AWAY FROM US. 

COOL MOVE HUH?

IT STUCK MY PARTNER IN THE NECK!

OK--THAT'S TOTAL BS ; BILL PICKED IT UP AND MOVED SAFELY AWAY, SCRAPING RICE OFF HIS SHOES WITH IT. MORE BS!

I CONTINUED TAKING HIS BP AND CASUALLY ASKED WHAT HAD HAPPENED INSIDE? HE TOLD ME HE AND HIS ROOMMATE HAD GOTTEN INTO AND ARGUMENT AND HE HAD STABBED HIM.

I ASKED WHAT THE ARGUMENT WAS OVER, AND I'LL NEVER FORGET HIS EXPLANATION FOR MURDER ONE: 

"HE, WOULDN'T LET ME HAVE THE LAST PORK CHOP! HE HAD ALREADY HAD TWO"!

I SWEAR! HE KILLED A MAN OVER A PORK CHOP!

(OBVIOUSLY WE AREN'T DEALING WITH SOUTHERN GENTLEMEN OF JEWISH DESCENT HERE)..I'M JUST SAYIN'.......PORK RULZ!

THE OTHER MEAT I'LL SLAB STAB YOU OVER!

FINALLY THE POLICE ARRIVED: (IT WAS A VERY BUSY NIGHT),  

THE CORONER ARRIVED AT THE SAME TIME, AS DID THE CRIME BEAT REPORTER. AND THAT'S HOW THE STORY MADE THE PAPER! 

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER POSTED A PARAMEDIC STORY OF WHICH I HAVE MANY! BUT THERE IS A REASON FOR THAT. IT'S  KIND OF A CLOSED CHAPTER IN MY LIFE. 

I JUST FOUND THAT CLIPPING AS WE ARE PACKING TO MOVE, AND WANTED TO SCAN IT IN BEFORE IT YELLOWED ANY DISINTEGRATED ANYMORE.

WEIRD HUH?

OH--THE RICE--THEY HAD RICE WITH THE PORK CHOPS AND THIS WAS A NEW BAG!

JMc