Oh, you go girl

Tonight (well. . . my tonight meaning from 4:45 when I started my shift yesterday to 5:30 am today when I got off) was an amazing night for crazy calls.  It was literally a parade of fools all night.  So hopefully, the next couple days should be full of posts from my experiences tonight, if I am able to make time.

To give you a quick taste, I'll tell about an assault call we received lasts night around 11 p.m.  When we arrived at the apartment complex with APD (atlanta police department) we found an 26 yr old male pacing back and forth in a dark courtyard between buildings.  People were all over, standing at their doors and looking through their windows, watching this guy screaming and crying about how some guy had come and hit him in the back of the head with a bat.  Approaching the man we could see blood gushing from a 2 inch laceration on his forehead.  Someone had brought him out a towel to stop the bleeding, but he wasn't using it very effectively and there was blood everywhere.  After working with a friend to calm him we we finally able dress the wound appropriately and slow the bleeding, but before we could convince him to goto the hospital he decided he wanted to go change into some pants.  After trying to fight for a bit we let him go.  As he walked toward his apartment he got light headed, fell, and we heard the very unique sound of a head smacking the cement.   we grabbed the bed tossed him on it and finally were able to really start checking our patient out.

All his vital signs checked out great and he really hadn't lost too much blood.  He probably fell because he had "maybe, had a little bit to drink".  His story didn't check out very well, though.  He obviously had not been hit in the back of the head, because there was no injury.  The wound was in the front.  And the wound was not likely from a blunt object like a bat.  It was a deep straight cut.  The police asked around and the real story came out.  Turns out that our man was in a fight with his girlfriend, when he got really angry and decided to throw a table at her.  She retaliated and smartly went for a more manageable object, which turned out to be a glass lamp.  I'm not sure if he was ashamed about getting it handed to him by a girl or if the blow had him a little confused, but it was a sad and kinda funny ending to another domestic.