Cougar Bar

Another insanely long day on the box. Started about 45 minutes into our shift and we didn't get a breather at the station til about 4pm. And that only lasted about 15 minutes. Seems every time I have our rook on the box with me, we get slammed all day. Our rook is new to the fire service, but has been an EMT for about 4 yrs. But she is eager to learn and willing to work hard. We were cleaning up the box at the hospital and we were trading near miss stories. She's telling me how she almost lost a finger when someone threw a hydrant wrench at her while catching the plug and she starts talking about the cougar bar. I do a head tilt wondering what the heck a cougar bar is... I'm trying to figure out what she is talking about... and then she does an .. "oh.. I mean cheetah bar!".... and I start laughing so hard cause she's confident she really meant a cheetah bar... Its a CHEATER bar goofball! We get a good laugh and she's a good sport about it but begging me not to tell our senior guy. Are you kidding? Some of the best nicknames come about from doing silly rookie things. So now "Rook"... she is now "Cheetah".

We ran a woman in labor which I'm not sure what exactly it was... but lets just say that I was envious that my partner was stopped up and couldn't smell what I was smelling. She was in her early 50's giving birth to her 4th child. Ambitious woman.

Ran a call on an ALOC with significant ETOH history. When starting the line on him, went through 6 alcohol prep pads to get the area clean. His wife sitting up front was intent on trying to have a conversation with him while he was out of it in the back. While my partner drove we laughed the whole way since she was hard of hearing, but rambling on to him.. we're trying to get information from her on him.. and all he would do was just stare at me. Older couple who both seemed like they hadn't bathed in over a month. I wonder if this is because of old age our their situation. We weren't laughing at them... I really wish at times I had more power to help people in this environment... but that there were 2-3 conversations all going on at the same time and none of them meshed was candid camera-ish.

Had a call on the other side of the county from PD.. they found a guy laying in the woods on the opposite side of the guardrail, very... let me emphasize... very combative when approached. But would just lay there if left alone. By the time we got there, the engine company was on scene as well as the pt's mom. In the course of a few minutes, he tried to bite his mother, bite me, took a swing at one of the engine company guys... he was a workout. Restraints, Narcan, and Valium later... he was peacefully sleeping with an artificially induced SVT. The frustrating part was mom on scene. She refused... and not even by saying she refused.. she simply ignored any request for information or assistance regarding her son! "Name?... ma'am... what is his name?" Nothing. "Ma'am.. your son wants to be able to see you, can you stand over here?" Nothing. She would just look over my shoulder at him and start to walk away. Gggrrrrrr.... I wanted to shake a knot in her! It was a nice little bout of chaos.

We got back to the station between 4 and 5am. I just stayed in the passenger seat and slept. No point in going to bed. Oncoming crew woke me @ 0630, took my keys and radio and THEN I went to bed for a bit before heading home. Now I am home, got the laundry done and I'm taking the quad out to ride. It's cold but its at least not raining. Gonna get some good practice time in before working out there tomorrow. Its not as busy during the week and can play on the track easier. Stay safe... play hard... get dirty.