So we got approved for our apt, Whoop!! Apr 5 is move day. I have to say I feel like I haven’t packed anything. I packed up everything hanging on the walls and all the knick-knacks around the house save 1 or 2. Next is the upstairs TV stuff, then the bar and etc. I realize that I have a lot left to do but I have to figure out what we are going to need for the next month.
Anyone that wants to help is more than welcome… now don’t all raise your hands at the same time…
as for the rest of yesterday I got DAMN lucky. only one call was outside, and it was during the nicer part. Yeah it was cold, but it wasn’t raining and we were really close to St David’s. This was a funny call too. We get there and realize it’s a bunch of BS. The 2 officers were FTO’s so they had the cadets doing everything holding the guy up (he chugged what was left of his MAD DOG as they walked up…wouldn’t want to waste it) etc. Well the pt kept saying to the one black officer “Hey it’s great to see you [while holding out his hand] I haven’t seen you in a long time.” The officer was polite but after the 3rd time the officer said to the pt, “Who do you think I am?” The Pt replied “Emmitt Smith”
Unfortunately the rule here is if the pt cannot walk under his own power the jail nurse will not let them stay and have them sent to the hospital…. I know I know, that’s what drunk tanks are for right??? I tried and tried to get him to walk without assistance but to no avail. Every time we let go of him he began to fall. I load him up in the truck sat him in the drunk seat. He proceeded to refuse to put his seatbelt on. Finally I told him we weren’t going anywhere until he buckled up.
He said “why do you care?”
Me: “It’s my job”
Him: “So what do you do for a living?”
Me: “look around what do you think I do for a living?”
Him: “Are you a Ghostbuster?”