Boredom

Today was total boredom. Three hours spent at district court sitting there watching and waiting. Why do I have to be the one to arrest the tweaker who's not going to plead?? Everyone else who was there on a tweaker got to leave early. Not me. She wants to take it to trial. I had to wait two hours and forty five minutes so I could give five minutes of testimony. The girl's backpack had meth, syringes, a spoon with residue, and other assorted paraphernalia. She said the bag was hers..... She's guilty, why can't she just say so in court??

When I finally cleared court I arrived back in my area where NOTHING was happening. I took two calls all night. Both were agency assists, and no big deal. I thought I'd get something out of my heroin house. Nope, no activity. I decided to try the local potheads' place. No luck. Parked down the street from my meth head with warrants house. She wouldn't come outside to play. I couldn't find anything.

Ok, enough of that frustration. On a brighter note I've gone a week and a half and not had to take a traffic accident!! You can't beat that!

Death

Death visited us this week. There were thirty minutes left on my shift. My area partner and I were at the sub-station. She was doing paperwork, and I was trying to figure out what freaking case I was being subpoenaed on (turns out they put the wrong case number on the subpoena... but that's another story).

The shift had been relatively quiet so far and the grave cars were on, so we would be on our way home soon. Then from the radio "beep beep beep". A three beeper, and my area partner and I were being dispatched on an ambulance back. A 69 year old male in full arrest.

We ran code to the scene where this man's wife if 40 years was hysterical. Her husband was naked on the floor with five or six paramedics pumping stuff into his veins while this black robotic vest pumped his chest causing his arms and legs to flop around slightly. Apparently he had just finished taking a shower and then there was a thud. He had a massive heart attack. It was pretty obvious he wasn't going to make it.

Thank goodness for my partner. She was able to help calm this man's wife just a bit. The poor woman kept blaming herself because she was unable to move her husband to open his airway like the 911 dispatcher was asking her to do. I hope she still doesn't think it's her fault. There was nothing anyone could have done.

I've been on two death scenes in my short career. The first was a suicide where a 39 year old female shot herself in the head while her family was downstairs in the same house. The second was this heart attack. Both times there was a palpable energy in the area. Nothing negative, but I could feel or sense something unseen. I guess I could feel the transition from this life to the next.