A lady gets brought in by ambulance for suicidal ideation. During the radio report we can hear her screaming at the paramedics in the background. Bad sign.
She started messing around with Jose Cuervo and Jose got her good. Drunk off her rocker. Going to kill herself and everyone around her. And she was an angry drunk, not a happy drunk.
She was cussing at the police. She was cussing at the staff. She would bug her eyes out of her head and scream when someone tried to examine her. She threatened to hit the staff and then cocked her fist at the security guard.
Stick a fork in you, lady, you’re getting matching sets of leather wrist and ankle bracelets.
Police and the patient’s sister helped hold her down while the restraints went on.
“You BITCH! How could you let them do this to me?”
“Chill out, sis,” the sister calmly replied.
She didn’t chill out. She got worse. She started trying to shake the bed back and forth.
OK, you’re getting a “B-52” – otherwise known as 5 milligrams of Haldol and 2 milligrams of Ativan. Of course, we had to hold her arm down to start the IV. She was spitting and growling like some caged animal. Then she saw one of the medication syringes coming her way. “Don’t you put that stuff in me! DON’T YOU PUT THAT STUFF IN ME!” Then she started growling and shaking herself up and down when we pushed it.
If there was a full moon out that night we would have needed a silver bullet.
Once the medications were in, she started threatening to kick our asses. Individually and collectively. She looked at me and said “YOU’RE FIRST!”
“Go to sleep. You can’t do much else right now anyway, lady, you’re in restraints.”
“Yeah, well if you come near me I’ll … I’ll … bite your balls off.”
Thanks for the heads up. If I decide to remove my scrub bottoms and walk around the room in a G-string, I’ll make sure to steer clear of the head of the bed.
Ten minutes later …
If you don’t know what the reference to the movie is, watch this. Pay special attention to the last line in the scene.