How about those incidents you can chuckle about......now anyway.
Day shift. My partner for the shift and I are working the Emergency Department (ED). It's a nice spring weekend and we haven't got many patients. However, there is Chris. Chris is being held in the ED because he's drunk...er under the influence of alcohol. He's about 22 and, of course, is on security watch. Chris has been there for a few hours and is getting really bored.
Chris waits till the split second we both happen to take our eyes off him to sweep the rest of the patients and bolts out the ambulance entrance. My partner yells and we begin to give chase. I put out a "rabbit" call and yell at the contract officer (who just happened to walk in at the right time) to stay put. As I round the corner to go through the doors I hit the door frame and the radio strap snap (I find out later) pops off. As I go chasing Chris and my partner across the hospital grounds I hear a clattering on the pavement and see the portable hospital phone fly into two pieces from my partners belt....great no phone. Not ten steps later my radio bounces out of its case and wraps itself around my leg by the microphone cord, happily bouncing off my leg while I try to run.
So there we are coming up on the about 8' tall gate closing off the fire lane into the back of the property. Young Chris slithers under the gate (there's enough room for him)......."oh no flaming way" (bad words changed so as to not upset the moderators) I think to myself, while trying to pull my radio up by the cord. My partner gets to the gate and decides that's over, youngster got off the property - end of chase. I come up behind him (yeah, we're somewhat winded by now) and stop as well. We look through the gate and there's no sign of Chris...........wait is that Chris peeking around the tree in that yard?
Yup, sure is. I'm tired, my leg is sore (and later bruised) by the radio, and I am really NOT in the mood to have to write a patient escape report today. So what have I got to lose right? I put on my best parental voice and yell, "Chris, get back over here NOW!"
Chris: "Why"
Me: "You know why. Now get back here or I'll call your mother."
Chris: "You wouldn't do that would you?"
Me: "You better believe I will young man. Now get back here."
To our astonishment Chris comes out from behind the tree and walks back to the gate. Keeping a stern look on my face, I tell him to get back over the gate. At that moment up drives, yes drives, the golf cart with two other officers in it. They've got the key to the gate too.....how thoughtful of them. The gate gets opened and in comes Chris, to be marched back to the ED by my partner and I while the other two ride back in the golf cart.
While we got Chris back, I've got to wonder why our backup took the time to get the cart - Murphy's Law.....they wanted to be fresh in case we needed help!
Day shift. My partner for the shift and I are working the Emergency Department (ED). It's a nice spring weekend and we haven't got many patients. However, there is Chris. Chris is being held in the ED because he's drunk...er under the influence of alcohol. He's about 22 and, of course, is on security watch. Chris has been there for a few hours and is getting really bored.
Chris waits till the split second we both happen to take our eyes off him to sweep the rest of the patients and bolts out the ambulance entrance. My partner yells and we begin to give chase. I put out a "rabbit" call and yell at the contract officer (who just happened to walk in at the right time) to stay put. As I round the corner to go through the doors I hit the door frame and the radio strap snap (I find out later) pops off. As I go chasing Chris and my partner across the hospital grounds I hear a clattering on the pavement and see the portable hospital phone fly into two pieces from my partners belt....great no phone. Not ten steps later my radio bounces out of its case and wraps itself around my leg by the microphone cord, happily bouncing off my leg while I try to run.
So there we are coming up on the about 8' tall gate closing off the fire lane into the back of the property. Young Chris slithers under the gate (there's enough room for him)......."oh no flaming way" (bad words changed so as to not upset the moderators) I think to myself, while trying to pull my radio up by the cord. My partner gets to the gate and decides that's over, youngster got off the property - end of chase. I come up behind him (yeah, we're somewhat winded by now) and stop as well. We look through the gate and there's no sign of Chris...........wait is that Chris peeking around the tree in that yard?
Yup, sure is. I'm tired, my leg is sore (and later bruised) by the radio, and I am really NOT in the mood to have to write a patient escape report today. So what have I got to lose right? I put on my best parental voice and yell, "Chris, get back over here NOW!"
Chris: "Why"
Me: "You know why. Now get back here or I'll call your mother."
Chris: "You wouldn't do that would you?"
Me: "You better believe I will young man. Now get back here."
To our astonishment Chris comes out from behind the tree and walks back to the gate. Keeping a stern look on my face, I tell him to get back over the gate. At that moment up drives, yes drives, the golf cart with two other officers in it. They've got the key to the gate too.....how thoughtful of them. The gate gets opened and in comes Chris, to be marched back to the ED by my partner and I while the other two ride back in the golf cart.
While we got Chris back, I've got to wonder why our backup took the time to get the cart - Murphy's Law.....they wanted to be fresh in case we needed help!
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