I’ve got family that isn’t blood, and blood that isn’t family.
for someone who pretends to have no emotions whatsoever im really sensitive
As if getting up for work in like 4 hours isn’t bad enough, I keep having nightmares. Ya know, why the fuck do I even do this shit? Hell, why do any of us do this shit? All we’re doing is being a goddamn grief mop. And for what? To live paycheck to paycheck and barely have enough to make ends meet? All while we’re ass raped with taxes so these lazy motherfuckers can sit on their ass and repopulate the world with more lazy sons of bitches that are just going to mooch off people who bust their ass day in and day out trying to make a living.
Ya know, I deal with drunks almost every day I work. It’s part of being a 911 truck. And I usually enjoy them. They’re usually fun. And it’s usually just take them to the hospital and I’m done, never think about them again. But I can’t get the one that we picked up today out of my mind.
A 34 year old honorably discharged veteran of the Coast Guard. We’ve been picking him up almost every day or two for the past few weeks. Getting drunk off whatever he can get his hands on, whether it be vodka or mouthwash.
He usually winds up nasally intubated and cathed. Gets discharged and is back in the ER within 3 hours, shitfaced again.
When we picked him up today, I had to search his pockets for an ID or anything with his demographics on it. What I found instead of an ID was paperwork from the local VA hospital about his PCP discontinuing his medications for his depression and PTSD. And when I asked him about it, he admitted that that is the reason he was drinking like he was. I later found out he had a drinking problem in the past, and got sober for 11 months. Until the stopped prescribing his medication.
For some reason, I can’t get this guy out of my head. And for once, I truly feel bad for a “frequent flying drunk”.
Rule # 12: Only three types of people tell the truth: kids, drunk people, and anyone who is pissed the fuck off.