Stress and Paranoia
The days starts slow for a Thursday. The weather is still warm, but the start of school has tired out most people. People move with no hurry and things are calm.
The exception. The lady has had enough she is stressed and overwhelmed. She doesn't know what to do about her kids, her bills, her warrant (out of state not serviceable -but prevents her husband from getting the LE job he was offered), her husband. She says she will hurt herself ad keeps hanging up.
On very few occasions do I go lights and siren, but people don't seem to see the flashing missile I have become. I'll be damned if I'll be late because people wouldn't move it.
I am there. I have met her before and is a nice lady, but she goes from normal to crying every minute. Husband knows there is a problem but can't figure the solution and when he speaks she becomes agitated. She is vagues about hurting herself, she is overwhelmed and stressed. It would be pushing it to put a mental health hold on her, so I ask.
-Do you want to voluntarily go to the ER for an eval?-
"yeah, I like that"
-I'll give you a ride, let me tell your husband-
Husband understands, but baulks when she is sitting in the backseat. He doesn't want her labelled a nutcase and asks if she want him to take her. She becomes agitated again. I step in and state I'll take her.
I drive her to ER. She talks to me the whole time. Not crazy. She is stressed over her special needs kid, her stupid job, her warrant, the lack of communication with her husband, thoughts of worthlessness and no idea what to do. She is still concerned she will be labeled a nut and be medicated, which won't help her.
I explain being stress and overwhelmed are normal, but how you deal with them is important. I walk her into the ER. She says she can feel the eyes of all on her...."look at that lady with the cop" she says.
-you aren't here in cuffs and you need someone to talk to, what's wrong with that?-
I walk her to the PCU. She goes into one of the observation rooms. I explain to the nurses. They leave her in the room. I talk with her until the nurse arrives, 15 minutes. I give her my card, she apologizes for wasting my time. Call your husband when you know what is going on. Call me if you need anything, it's no bother and take care.
I call the husband and the mother and let them know she is okay.
I think that is going to be my excitement for the shift. I am used to the slow days and I am no longer working on the slow days.
Domestic Call.
Male vs. Female, verbal. male is on drugs and female won't back down, I don't wait for my 2nd, he is 10 minutes out. I creep up and I can see the two facing off through the front window. I can hear the yelling and arguing. The male is the son who is on probation. I separate the two. Male is not himself. I can feel it coming off of him. His normal shaggy type of person is now vibrating, rattling and grinding. He can't sit still. He's mad and wants to leave.
"She called me a loser and doesn't want me here so I'll leave. Step dad is a shit head"
-so what are you on?-
"nothing"
-wrong, you're all geeked up-
"i took some meth yesterday, but i slept, so i am good. she is all made at me...frack her"
-okay, no violence just yelling tonight, right?-
"yeah, i just get down the road"
-not until I talk with everyone. SIT..STAY-
his pupils are dilated, his finger move as if they all the knuckles need to be cracked, again and again. he speaks and jams jaw from left to right. repeatedly.
I talk to mom. he came home at 1:30 tweakin. she don't tolerate that, not in her house. he is seeing things, talking to people who aren't there. she left a message with his PO, no response.
I have the PO notified of the state which the male is under and he asks for the arrest. no problem. I load him up into my car. He thinks he is being fracked with for no reason, he isn't high. He is mad the family is using flash photography to take pictures of him from inside the house into the backseat of the car. They are out to get me!
I can see into the house. There is no one around. No cameras. No camera flashs. No one taking pictures of him (i am in the car between him and the house).
He gets lodged and walks past another inmate. "whoa look at his eyes!" says inmate #1
the inmate #1 hears me say that my guy "might be tweaking"
and says "You think!?"
The exception. The lady has had enough she is stressed and overwhelmed. She doesn't know what to do about her kids, her bills, her warrant (out of state not serviceable -but prevents her husband from getting the LE job he was offered), her husband. She says she will hurt herself ad keeps hanging up.
On very few occasions do I go lights and siren, but people don't seem to see the flashing missile I have become. I'll be damned if I'll be late because people wouldn't move it.
I am there. I have met her before and is a nice lady, but she goes from normal to crying every minute. Husband knows there is a problem but can't figure the solution and when he speaks she becomes agitated. She is vagues about hurting herself, she is overwhelmed and stressed. It would be pushing it to put a mental health hold on her, so I ask.
-Do you want to voluntarily go to the ER for an eval?-
"yeah, I like that"
-I'll give you a ride, let me tell your husband-
Husband understands, but baulks when she is sitting in the backseat. He doesn't want her labelled a nutcase and asks if she want him to take her. She becomes agitated again. I step in and state I'll take her.
I drive her to ER. She talks to me the whole time. Not crazy. She is stressed over her special needs kid, her stupid job, her warrant, the lack of communication with her husband, thoughts of worthlessness and no idea what to do. She is still concerned she will be labeled a nut and be medicated, which won't help her.
I explain being stress and overwhelmed are normal, but how you deal with them is important. I walk her into the ER. She says she can feel the eyes of all on her...."look at that lady with the cop" she says.
-you aren't here in cuffs and you need someone to talk to, what's wrong with that?-
I walk her to the PCU. She goes into one of the observation rooms. I explain to the nurses. They leave her in the room. I talk with her until the nurse arrives, 15 minutes. I give her my card, she apologizes for wasting my time. Call your husband when you know what is going on. Call me if you need anything, it's no bother and take care.
I call the husband and the mother and let them know she is okay.
I think that is going to be my excitement for the shift. I am used to the slow days and I am no longer working on the slow days.
Domestic Call.
Male vs. Female, verbal. male is on drugs and female won't back down, I don't wait for my 2nd, he is 10 minutes out. I creep up and I can see the two facing off through the front window. I can hear the yelling and arguing. The male is the son who is on probation. I separate the two. Male is not himself. I can feel it coming off of him. His normal shaggy type of person is now vibrating, rattling and grinding. He can't sit still. He's mad and wants to leave.
"She called me a loser and doesn't want me here so I'll leave. Step dad is a shit head"
-so what are you on?-
"nothing"
-wrong, you're all geeked up-
"i took some meth yesterday, but i slept, so i am good. she is all made at me...frack her"
-okay, no violence just yelling tonight, right?-
"yeah, i just get down the road"
-not until I talk with everyone. SIT..STAY-
his pupils are dilated, his finger move as if they all the knuckles need to be cracked, again and again. he speaks and jams jaw from left to right. repeatedly.
I talk to mom. he came home at 1:30 tweakin. she don't tolerate that, not in her house. he is seeing things, talking to people who aren't there. she left a message with his PO, no response.
I have the PO notified of the state which the male is under and he asks for the arrest. no problem. I load him up into my car. He thinks he is being fracked with for no reason, he isn't high. He is mad the family is using flash photography to take pictures of him from inside the house into the backseat of the car. They are out to get me!
I can see into the house. There is no one around. No cameras. No camera flashs. No one taking pictures of him (i am in the car between him and the house).
He gets lodged and walks past another inmate. "whoa look at his eyes!" says inmate #1
the inmate #1 hears me say that my guy "might be tweaking"
and says "You think!?"
posted by deputydog at 1:46 AM
3 Comments:
For the first lady... it's more important to get help when you need it than to worry about what other people think. Concerning yourself with the opinion of others only adds to the stress.
It sounds like her husband might be in need of some education on how to help her.
yeah he was a little odd, but then again according to her that's how they communicate.
Well... sometimes communication styles need to adapt to a changing environment.
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