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So we got a call to the police station, for a hand injury. Ok, what could be so bad that the cops called?
When we arrived our patient was in the Commander's office, with three cops in, all with some distance. Alarms start to go off. Cop gives me his ID...active duty member of the military. At the time...let's call him Joe, we were still wearing khaqui and well I had nice gold railroad tracks on my shoulders...So Joe starts by addressing me as Ma'am, for you vets this is a no brainer. I start taking care of hand...which he drove through a window...then he switches to...name-rank-serial number. That's when my internal bells went off. Finally he goes back to Ma'am and then MOTHER... At that point I excused myself, stepped out and the DA and the shift commander were talking.
So the obvious came...can we charge him for damage to property? The local prison psych asked so as a good medic I gave my report.
Nope... Damage was less than 500 anyway, and his hand would requie some major work.
Next came the call to the SP's, as well as medical control. We concluded he was not going to be safest of critters to transport... Orders for chemical restraints came fairly fast. They also included physical restraints.
To make a long story short we took Joe to the psych ward. They fixed his hand, and they gave him the intense treatment he needed. Years later I learned that Joe went to school, became a nurse and these days works with vets. He has the street cred since he had the psychotic incident... so when troops start going over how PTSD ain't that bad...
This is what happens when the system works. The only reason it more or less worked is because Joe came to this crisis as a direct result of his service in the armed forces and... Going crazee in another country. If Joe had been a poor civilian I am positive the result, sadly, would be different.
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