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BKN said:What I learned from my patients back in the 70's was to fear the Big Black Guy that was terrorizing the East Coast:
The guys is, unfortunately, still roaming around.
I recieved a call early one morning for a sick/injured person, "unknown problem, needs an ambulance." I arrived to a rural home to find a 40ish year old white guy lying on the floor of his living room. He looked baaaad. I asked his wife what happened to him as I started examining him, noting to myself two bullet wounds, one each in his chest and abdoman. Wife: "He called me from a pay phone. I went to pick him up and this is how I found him. He said he had been kidnapped" I'm not very comfortable wihth the environment so I load this guy really quickly and start care as the police arrive. The guy is still concious with a a crap pressure, tachy, and tension pneumo...so lines/decompression etc....on the way to the hospital. I note that the two bullet wounds appear to be in different stages of healing. One wound is fresh and the other, the abdominal wound, looks quite a bit older with dark crusty blood around it. He also seemed very dry for a guy with acute bleeding. Me: "What happened?" Him (struggling): "I was kidnapped ...by some... big black guy. I tried to escape... and he... shot me." Me: "You are really sick, we are going to do everything we can for you, but you need to know I might be the last person you get to tell the real story to...last chance." Him: (pause) "Yeah...it was...some black guy."
I kind of thought that he was involved in drugs and some deal probably went bad. But, I was wrong. His disgruntled wife shot him the previous night in the stomach in an effort to kill him. She waited patiently...all night long...no luck...the guy just laid there moaning. She finally got up the nerve to shoot him again the next morning. Still no luck, but he's looking like he might die any time now. So, she calls a friend to help her move the body into the grave she had already dug out back. The friend, feeling in a bit of a pinch, calls 911 and tells them "Someone needs an ambulance!"
So, I have learned a lot in my years of EMS:
1) If someone says they have had "two beers", they are lying. (No relation to the story by the way, just the most commonly heard lie)
2) If some white guy ever tells me it was "Some black guy(s)", even if I witnessed the beating myself, I will be skeptical.
3) That I am not stoic, macho, or loyal to my significant others. I am entirely certain I would have been screaming with my last breath "That bitch shot me.......it was her...twice...tell the police..."