Ew of the day
So you clicked, you must have some morbid fascination with these stories. Good for you!
We went on a call today for a man who's knee was swollen. Alright, no biggy. I go along because we have a new guy who's still in training. We get to this man's house, he's in his late 60's and can't get in the door because of all the stuff he's keeping. Think pack rat on steroids. The po po is there ahead of us. Waiting on the porch looking ill. They just shake their heads and point inside. We wedge ourselves in there to get smacked in the face with the smell of meat gone bad and garbage. I don't think he's cleaned the house in twenty years. We find him and we all just.. Stop. He's sitting on his couch, stark naked. His legs are swollen indeed and..rotting, he's covered in what looks to be cottage cheese and human feeces. A closer look reveals he's got open wounds that are *moldy* that's right..big fuzzy on your cheese and bread moldy. He's covered in human feeces, and the best part is, before you go 'ohh that poor man, how sad' he then starts to *throw* this stuff *at us* like a monkey flinging poo, screaming we can't make him go to the hospital. He wants to be left alone.. Like that.
I would go into further detail on the state of his body but.. I won't. Because if you've read this far then that's bad enough.
The police say he has go, and we agree, so we get his son on the phone who says he hasn't bee in there in months, his father won't let him. To make a long story short, we triple glove, get gowns on and wrap him up in a sheet and drag him out. Now mind you, we had take the couch cushion with him because he was adhered to it. The smell and sight of it are so bad, our rookie is on the front porch puking his guts out. We make him sit in the back with the patient too because we're evil like that.
We have to literally HOSE down the ambulance on the inside when we're done and we take turns covering each other in fabreeze and lysol and checking compulsively for anything we might have missed. Social services will have their hands full with that guy.
And someone asked me the other day why tie my hair up in a bun when I go on calls, and why we keep sterile gowns in the ambulance. Now you know.
Though personally if we'd have the level B hazmat suits on board, I totally would have been in that.
I wonder if the new kid will come back. Heh. This job either makes you or breaks you.
We went on a call today for a man who's knee was swollen. Alright, no biggy. I go along because we have a new guy who's still in training. We get to this man's house, he's in his late 60's and can't get in the door because of all the stuff he's keeping. Think pack rat on steroids. The po po is there ahead of us. Waiting on the porch looking ill. They just shake their heads and point inside. We wedge ourselves in there to get smacked in the face with the smell of meat gone bad and garbage. I don't think he's cleaned the house in twenty years. We find him and we all just.. Stop. He's sitting on his couch, stark naked. His legs are swollen indeed and..rotting, he's covered in what looks to be cottage cheese and human feeces. A closer look reveals he's got open wounds that are *moldy* that's right..big fuzzy on your cheese and bread moldy. He's covered in human feeces, and the best part is, before you go 'ohh that poor man, how sad' he then starts to *throw* this stuff *at us* like a monkey flinging poo, screaming we can't make him go to the hospital. He wants to be left alone.. Like that.
I would go into further detail on the state of his body but.. I won't. Because if you've read this far then that's bad enough.
The police say he has go, and we agree, so we get his son on the phone who says he hasn't bee in there in months, his father won't let him. To make a long story short, we triple glove, get gowns on and wrap him up in a sheet and drag him out. Now mind you, we had take the couch cushion with him because he was adhered to it. The smell and sight of it are so bad, our rookie is on the front porch puking his guts out. We make him sit in the back with the patient too because we're evil like that.
We have to literally HOSE down the ambulance on the inside when we're done and we take turns covering each other in fabreeze and lysol and checking compulsively for anything we might have missed. Social services will have their hands full with that guy.
And someone asked me the other day why tie my hair up in a bun when I go on calls, and why we keep sterile gowns in the ambulance. Now you know.
Though personally if we'd have the level B hazmat suits on board, I totally would have been in that.
I wonder if the new kid will come back. Heh. This job either makes you or breaks you.