Not dead yet …

Spent the past few days at the firehouse. Ran about half a dozen assaults and a motorcycle accident. No major injuries to be found.

There is trouble brewing in Prince William County. Both for folks requiring EMS/Fire services and for tax payers.

More info will live here soon.

There is (used to be) this great BBQ place just down the road that I would take my boy to. He loved that place. It burned to the ground last night. Heh. Damn.

Here’s a clue folks.

If you decide you are going to call up the police and feed them a line, here’s a few tips.

1)  Have your story match your injuries.

If you were restrained by one individual while four others beat you with all their might, have some damage. If you don’t have any damage, tone the story down a bit.

2) Have your story match your enviroment.

If you ‘were struck in the head with a bottle such that the bottle shattered’ … there should be broken glass present. If there is no broken glass present, either produce some *BEFORE THE POLICE/EMS ARRIVE*. Or you could just dump the broken bottle part of the story?

3) Stick with your damn story.

If it comes out that there are discrepancies in your story (See 1 and 2 above), do not change your story around to correct that. Roll with what you’ve got. Learn from it and tell a better story next time.

Sleep tight crazy lady. I hope that roving gang doesn’t come back, eh?

Dipped outta work early today to assist in transporting the wife of a friend of a friend to the hospital. She’s got Lou Gehrig’s disease that shit is no good. She wasn’t doing well. Sleep tight guys. Damn.

So, we ran a mutual aid call this morning with medics from another district. One of them was such a fucking asshole. That’s all I’ve got on that at this point. Damn.

So that was no good.

Ran another assault. This time patient claimed to have had ‘the shit beaten out of’ her. There were zero external signs of injury, but she pulled out the magic words. ‘Neck and back pain’ gets you back boarded. It’s not comfortable. Nobody likes it. Everybody gets it.

Here’s the cherry though. On the way to the ER, she asks about my boy. I’ll admit that made me a little nervous. How does she know about the boys? I subtly put my hand on my lucky stabbin’ knife just in case it’s about to get hairy. That was pretty assinine as I’ve still got her backboarded. She’s not going anywhere quickly.

Turns out she works at a store I regularly take my boy to when he deserves a treat. They have a DIY milk shake machine there that he loves to use. Wonky. I wasn’t expecting that shit. She’ll be fine. So will I.

So, some guy reported that he was walking along the street minding his own business when two guys on bikes forced him to get on the back of one of them. They they peddled him off into the woods where they forced him to drink two beers. At that point he became so intoxicated he could not defend himself and they attacked. They beat him pretty good with much facial swelling and a good deal of blood. They stole $200 from him and left him at that point. He declined and treatment or transport. I left. Fucking clowns.

Today’s been pretty nuts. Got kicked by some drunk asshole. He did it while I was pulling the stretcher out of the unit with him handcuffed on it. Probably not the brightest thing in the world for dude man to do, but he made out alright none the less.

Love it. Damn man, can’t you find something better to do?