It was about 2:30 in the morning when we were dispatched to a run for chest pains in one of our hurricane relief government welfare neighborhoods. Nothing exciting ever happens there, just the usual stomach aches and an occasional overdose although we did have a riot a while back. Roughly 200 "gangstas" fighting in the street. One of the most interesting call we have been on here was when one of my firefighters was punched in the face by a suicidal Asian gang member. He was on all kinds of drugs and sliced himself up pretty good. I remember walking into his house and seeing blood absolutely everywhere. He was upstairs in a tiny bedroom and started getting agitated so we walked him outside and put him on the cub to bandage him up. Once the firefighter started cleaning him off, out of the blue the patient jumps out and punches the firefighter in the face. Luckily a cop was behind the patient so the guy ended up going to jail.
So back to the chest pain, we pull up to her house and realize it is one of our frequent fliers. That's a term we use for people who we transport often, usually for non-emergent reasons. Every time we go to this house, the lady seems absolutely fine even though she says her chest hurts. This particular call was about 2:30 in the morning and she is all dressed up with a little hat on lounged out in a chair when we arrive. Who in the hell calls 911 that late and dresses up? So I ask her if her chest hurts and of course she tells me no, that she just had some small back pain. I realize pretty quick that she just wants us to drive her to the hospital on the taxpayers dime to score some pills. I ended up walking outside so I wouldn't say something stupid to her and a few minutes later, here she comes being wheeled out like a princess on the stretcher. He legs are crossed and she just looked comfortable as hell. Once we leave the scene I pulled up her call history on the computer and we had 11 prior incidents to her house, all for chest pain even though still to this day she has no history of heart problems or any actual pain in her chest. Another winning day in the ol' hood.
We had another run our next day on right as our favorite tv show came on. We missed the first showing so we purposely stayed up until midnight to watch it come on again We got all situated and I shit you not as the opening credits start playing, BOOM we get a run for chest pains...go figure. We pull up and knock on the door for a few minutes until a guy wonders out and messes around for almost a minute attempting to get his iron gate open. You would think that he would have all this ready by now. He gets it open and just turns around and walks in without saying a word so we assume to just follow him in. This guy is the patient who goes over and sits on the couch, looks at us and points to his leg and says "why is it shaking"? How the hell are we supposed to know that? I asked him if his chest hurt and he said a little bit but mainly he just felt nervous and wanted to be checked out. I don't know what the hell these people expect us to do for them when we get there.
Today is Black Friday and i'm surprised we haven't been to any fights at Walmart or Target. We actually haven't had anything yet but It's only 10:30 in the morning so we'll see what the next 20 hours bring. Our box did make some kind of bullshit this morning but I don't remember what it was, just heard them bitching about it when they got back to the station. Apparently yesterdays shift was pretty busy throughout most of the night, ending with another roll over fatality from a police chase early this morning before we came in. They said it looked like that scene from Wizard of Oz when the house fell on the witch because the his truck flipped on top of him leaving his feet sticking out. Classic.
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