One for the birds.....

 

So, it’s one down, two more to go in this wretched rotation.  Yesterday’s shift was pretty busy.  We ran ten calls by 11:00 PM; sick kids, little old ladies that fell down, so on and so on.  I had hoped to lie down in the bunk room and get a little bit of sleep.  No such luck!  The tones went off again shortly after midnight for a possible psych patient.  Here we go!

As we roll up on the house, Cheese and I look at each other; we’ve been here before.  It was for that that really pretty lady we found dead a couple of months before.  What was her name?  Nora?  Lori?  Lenore, that’s it!  We found her in bed with an empty bottle of Laudanum on the night stand.  Cheese thought it was an accidental overdose, I thought it might be a suicide.  Either way, it was a sad situation.  And her boyfriend, boy that guy was squirrelly.

We get inside and find Lenore’s boyfriend talking with the cops.  I guess the neighbors had called after they heard a loud argument coming from his place.  When the cops arrived, they found him in a heated argument with…no one!  The guy claimed that a raven let itself in through the window and the two of them struck up a conversation.  Now, talking with a bird isn’t exactly normal, but the weird part was…there was no bird.  The guy was arguing with a statue-thingy on the wall.  The cops were concerned about his welfare so they wanted us to check him out.

I started talking with the guy and he’s going on and on about this bird and how it’s liar because, “Lenore IS in heaven!”  I asked him what exactly the bird said and in a pretty awesome bird voice he said, “Nevermore!  Nevermore!”  I talked with him some more and he’s adamant, he doesn’t want to go to the hospital.  He’s oriented and pretty lucid.  He’s not suicidal.  He doesn’t appear to be a threat to anyone else.  His vital signs are stable.  He doesn’t appear to have a head injury. Other than arguing with a non-existent bird, he’s in pretty darn good shape!  Even though I’m sure that we’re going to be back out here again later on that night, I told the cops that we couldn’t make him go into the hospital with us. 

So we just left him there, hoping he and the raven could sort this one out on their own.   As we’re walking out Cheese and I just shook our heads; just another ordinary night in the gutter! 

I guess it’s time for me to lie down and try to get some sleep and forget about all this craziness.  I’ll check back in with you guys in a couple of days.  Till then…