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Working in the ER, every so often you run across something that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up.

 

Before tonight, it's been awhile.

The last time, there was this kid that the sheriff's deputies brought in. They put him in the room we have in the department that is designed and specially reserved for psychiatric patients. The kid was, from a distance, nothing special, skinny, pasty white skin, with greasy looking lanky hair. These were big, tough, seasoned law enforcement officers, but when they came out of that room, their eyes were as big as baseballs. When I headed in to examine the kid, the deputies stopped me (now, bear in mind, I'm not a small guy. I'm 6'4", and about 240, and I ain't fat. MG makes my ass go to the gym four or five days a week.) and told me "Doc, you be real careful in there. Don't turn your back on him."

 

OK, now that got my attention. I sidled into the room, and introduced myself. I said, "So, what got you brought in here tonight?" The kid looked up at me with these flat, black, blank eyes that could've come out of a horror movie, and said: "My family don't like me no more. They don't want me 'round no more." There was absolutely ZERO inflection in his voice. None.

So, I asked him why it was his family didn't like him and didn't want him around anymore. He looked at me with these cold dead eyes and said:

 

"I ate the dog."

 

He had. Killed the family dog. Gutted it. Skinned it. Butchered it. Grilled it on the gas grill. Ate it.

Said he was hungry, and there wasn't nothin' in the fridge.

Turns out, the family said for the past few weeks, they'd wake up in the middle of the night, and he'd be standing over their beds. Just staring. They were afraid they might be next.

 

 

Anyhow, this other thing, didn't even happen to me, made my skin crawl anyway. Happened last night, over across town in another ER to a friend of mine.

 

Seems some of the local PD officers were just rolling down the street a bit past midnight, when a Mercedes sedan passed them and pulled up to a stoplight. Then bursts into flames! The officers leap out, and run up to the car with the extinguisher they have in the cruiser. A guy pops out of the car, on fire. Cops spray him down and put him out. The FD arrives on the scene, and has one HELL of a time putting the car out...they pretty much can't. The car is burning like a damn torch and putting out heat like the surface of the sun. EMS is loading burned guy into the ambulance...when he suddenly re-ignites!!! The fucking guy is blazing! AGAIN! Well, they extinguish Mr. Human Torch, and roll to "the nearest facility", in the jargon.

 

OK....here's the punch line...

 

This guy is middle eastern, Arabic, something. When they roll him into the ED, he is screaming his head off.

 

What he's screaming?

 

"I NO TELL DEEM NOTTING! I NO TELL DEEM NOTTING! I NO TELL DEEM NOTTING!"

 

Guy has 100% body surface area third degree burns. Dead man walking. Crispy critter.

Federal agents show up in record time.

Crispy critter gets flown out to out-of-state burn center, like, right fucking now.

 

Funny thing. Nothing about it in the paper today. Nada. Zip.

I call over to talk to my buddy. We work the same schedule. Guess what?

"He has tonight off."

Hmm. I could have sworn he was supposed to work. I ask for a couple'a the nurses I know over there.

"They're off too." Now, this is the middle of their shift rotation. I know they ain't supposed to be off.

The fucking light bulb finally goes off. I hang up.

 

Then I spend the rest of tonight wondering.... How many times does this shit happen, around our country...around the world....and how often? I mean, this ain't NYC. This ain't LA. This ain't shit, you know?

 

Do I really want to know?

 

I get off in a little while, and I'll be headed home.

I'm beat, it's been a long night, it's Friday, after all, but I doubt I'll sleep much today.

I really doubt it.

 

-Doc

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Like your signature says,: "The Shit has hit the Fan"

Quite prophetic, perhaps?

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You probably just hooked up the forum to Homeland Security. Wouldn't be surprised to see at least this thread disappear, if not the whole fukkin' forum, What a revoltin' devolepment. Your buddy's done disappeared, or bein' "debriefed" or somthin.

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I'm beat, it's been a long night, it's Friday, after all, but I doubt I'll sleep much today.

I really doubt it.

 

-Doc

 

Yeah, right.

I can hear him snoring right now in the upstairs bedroom.

 

You boys and your silly black helicopter fixations. Honestly. :ghostface:

 

The guy was probably some poor, innocent Lebanese lighter fluid salesman.

 

I'm going shopping. I'll make fun of Mr. Sleeping Beauty some more when I get back.

 

Men.

 

MG

 

:Cartoon_1238:

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Yaah, I ain't buyin none a that conspiracy shit neither. Most times the simplest answer izza best one. No hocus pocus, no black bag ops, no skullduggery.

 

Just good old spontaneous combustion.

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Working in the ER, every so often you run across something that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up.

 

Before tonight, it's been awhile.

The last time, there was this kid that the sheriff's deputies brought in. They put him in the room we have in the department that is designed and specially reserved for psychiatric patients. The kid was, from a distance, nothing special, skinny, pasty white skin, with greasy looking lanky hair. These were big, tough, seasoned law enforcement officers, but when they came out of that room, their eyes were as big as baseballs. When I headed in to examine the kid, the deputies stopped me (now, bear in mind, I'm not a small guy. I'm 6'4", and about 240, and I ain't fat. MG makes my ass go to the gym four or five days a week.) and told me "Doc, you be real careful in there. Don't turn your back on him."

 

OK, now that got my attention. I sidled into the room, and introduced myself. I said, "So, what got you brought in here tonight?" The kid looked up at me with these flat, black, blank eyes that could've come out of a horror movie, and said: "My family don't like me no more. They don't want me 'round no more." There was absolutely ZERO inflection in his voice. None.

So, I asked him why it was his family didn't like him and didn't want him around anymore. He looked at me with these cold dead eyes and said:

 

"I ate the dog."

 

He had. Killed the family dog. Gutted it. Skinned it. Butchered it. Grilled it on the gas grill. Ate it.

Said he was hungry, and there wasn't nothin' in the fridge.

Turns out, the family said for the past few weeks, they'd wake up in the middle of the night, and he'd be standing over their beds. Just staring. They were afraid they might be next.

 

 

Anyhow, this other thing, didn't even happen to me, made my skin crawl anyway. Happened last night, over across town in another ER to a friend of mine.

 

Seems some of the local PD officers were just rolling down the street a bit past midnight, when a Mercedes sedan passed them and pulled up to a stoplight. Then bursts into flames! The officers leap out, and run up to the car with the extinguisher they have in the cruiser. A guy pops out of the car, on fire. Cops spray him down and put him out. The FD arrives on the scene, and has one HELL of a time putting the car out...they pretty much can't. The car is burning like a damn torch and putting out heat like the surface of the sun. EMS is loading burned guy into the ambulance...when he suddenly re-ignites!!! The fucking guy is blazing! AGAIN! Well, they extinguish Mr. Human Torch, and roll to "the nearest facility", in the jargon.

 

OK....here's the punch line...

 

This guy is middle eastern, Arabic, something. When they roll him into the ED, he is screaming his head off.

 

What he's screaming?

 

"I NO TELL DEEM NOTTING! I NO TELL DEEM NOTTING! I NO TELL DEEM NOTTING!"

 

Guy has 100% body surface area third degree burns. Dead man walking. Crispy critter.

Federal agents show up in record time.

Crispy critter gets flown out to out-of-state burn center, like, right fucking now.

 

Funny thing. Nothing about it in the paper today. Nada. Zip.

I call over to talk to my buddy. We work the same schedule. Guess what?

"He has tonight off."

Hmm. I could have sworn he was supposed to work. I ask for a couple'a the nurses I know over there.

"They're off too." Now, this is the middle of their shift rotation. I know they ain't supposed to be off.

The fucking light bulb finally goes off. I hang up.

 

Then I spend the rest of tonight wondering.... How many times does this shit happen, around our country...around the world....and how often? I mean, this ain't NYC. This ain't LA. This ain't shit, you know?

 

Do I really want to know?

 

I get off in a little while, and I'll be headed home.

I'm beat, it's been a long night, it's Friday, after all, but I doubt I'll sleep much today.

I really doubt it.

 

-Doc

That my friend was a great piece of writing! You should write all your known experiences down and then one day write a book called. 911 The calls kept hidden!! Or Americas ER One eye open! Or Americas ER My lips are sealed! I will publish and of course take 27% LOL! Cool Man!

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Oh the stories I could tell..... 26 years as a mental health professional in corrections. Professional ethics and a state licensing board preclude me from doing so, but if I was so inclined-I'd get Grease for an agent. I know some fellas (and gals) who would take dog eater boy on! I agree Mark, black humor relieves some of the horrors of the profession.

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:huh: Daaammn; Ain't even a FULL MOON yet.. Dave
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Oh the stories I could tell..... 26 years as a mental health professional in corrections. Professional ethics and a state licensing board preclude me from doing so, but if I was so inclined-I'd get Grease for an agent. I know some fellas (and gals) who would take dog eater boy on! I agree Mark, black humor relieves some of the horrors of the profession.

bet we could exchange a couplea good ones! Our motto is "even Quentin couldn't make this shit up!"

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Just good old spontaneous combustion.

 

Yeah, right on there, spontaneous combustion.

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And sometimes the secret stuff goes the other direction.. In the late 60's, when my old man was still with the New York State BCI, one of his buds got "volunteered" to go undercover on a Mob case in Buffalo- he lived about 45 min from there. Got dropped off at a rental car place, got a "non-cop-car type" rental, drives to Buffalo. Picks a motel at random, no reservations or travel plans of any kind. He's in the room less than 10 minutes, phone rings, and the caller ID's him by name, tells him where he lives, wife's name and the names and ages of his two daughters and son, where the kids go to school and what time they walk there and back, what time the wife fed their two white German Shepherds on the back porch that morning, and what time he left the house. Then he says, "Would you like to go back home now?" Boyfuckinhowdy back out the door he went, and never had a problem at home.

The old man was also in the Command Post at the Attica prison riot- Troop A, Batavia. Spent a little time firing tear gas out of a helicopter into the yard. Was a really bad memory for him- never had much good to say about Gov. Nelson Rockefeller.

Also was Roy Rogers' and Liberace's bodyguard for a while, retired and moved on to Security Supervisor for Nuclear Fuel Services in West Valley.

He had a case once where a kid snuck in through the basement of the house where his female cousin was babysitting, snuck up behing her as she lay on the couch watching TV, whacked her over the head with a crowbar, and raped her, thinking she'd never know who it was :o

What he didn't realize was that she died when he hit her- she was already dead when he raped her (might be related to the dog-eater). Pops got him, found the bloody clothes in the kid's closet, and got him to confess. Since the kid had picked her up at Aunt & Uncles and given her a ride to the babysitting job a few hours earlier, he wasn't too hard to track down.

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I used to do the psych. evaluations for Muskogee Regional back when I lived in Oklahoma. I will never forget the night I was in the ER doing a evaluation and they brought in a 3 year old with 3rd degree burns on her body from scalding water. The only area not burned were her hands and feet a she struggled with her mother. The mother was in the car stuffed and cuffed. Saw many of the officers and staff have to be restrained to keep from killing her. I just hope there is a special level of Hell for people who abuse children like that. I was able to see the girl some years later as she was a patient of mine in Tulsa. The girl was still in DHS custody as she was having problems in foster care due to her post traumatic stress disorder from what her mother had done to her. See why I own a bike shop...needed a well deserved break for a while.

I plan on working with kids in the future in a couple of years as they have always had a big place in my heart.

Kevin

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I used to do the psych. evaluations for Muskogee Regional back when I lived in Oklahoma. I will never forget the night I was in the ER doing a evaluation and they brought in a 3 year old with 3rd degree burns on her body from scalding water. The only area not burned were her hands and feet a she struggled with her mother. The mother was in the car stuffed and cuffed. Saw many of the officers and staff have to be restrained to keep from killing her. I just hope there is a special level of Hell for people who abuse children like that. I was able to see the girl some years later as she was a patient of mine in Tulsa. The girl was still in DHS custody as she was having problems in foster care due to her post traumatic stress disorder from what her mother had done to her. See why I own a bike shop...needed a well deserved break for a while.

I plan on working with kids in the future in a couple of years as they have always had a big place in my heart.

Kevin

when my son was in the hosital, they brought in a young girl with burns all over her body, her father put her in a pot of boiling water to punish her. He died in prison a year later. Inmate justice....

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The guy was probably some poor, innocent Lebanese lighter fluid salesman.

 

I'm going shopping. I'll make fun of Mr. Sleeping Beauty some more when I get back.

 

Men.

 

MG

 

:Cartoon_1238:

 

3.5 Billion women on the planet, and I get the comedienne.

 

So what ever became of the kid who ate the family dog?

 

State Hospital. Place called Cottage 'S'. Violent unit. I'm sure he won't be there forever though. It might violate his civil rights. He'll be out eventually. Lucky us. If his family's smart, they'll get lost, somewhere far away.

 

 

I agree Mark, black humor relieves some of the horrors of the profession.

 

You've been there. You know how it works, man. Laugh or cry. I look really goofy crying.

 

 

:huh: Daaammn; Ain't even a FULL MOON yet.. Dave

 

Yeah, well, it gives me somethin' to look forward to.

On the upside, sometimes I get to deliver a baby on the full moon nights. I like that. Happy stuff doesn't happen too often in the ED. You enjoy it when you can.

 

The update:

I got to talk to my friend. You were sort of right Vintage. They all got 'debriefed', kind of. He said it was actually not unpleasant. Some 'gentlemen from the government' sat down with each of them, and picked their brains for several hours, asking them to recall every single thing they possibly could about the incident. These guys took tons of notes, and recorded everything. Then they thanked them for their time, and asked them to call the local FBI office if they remembered anything else at all. He said when he asked THEM about what had happened, they just told him they weren't really sure, they 'were still investigating'. Yeah.

 

I'm off to bed.

 

For me, it's right about midnight now.

 

-Doc

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when my son was in the hosital, they brought in a young girl with burns all over her body, her father put her in a pot of boiling water to punish her. He died in prison a year later. Inmate justice....

And how did that make you feel? Since you don't condone violence!

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Doc,

You and I both work in "Creepyville". Reading your stories wasn't unnerving for me. What was unnerving was reading them through without a raised eyebrow and realizing afterwards that this kind of stuff is not foreign to me. Scary when you think of these type of things exponentially.

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Might want to let Retro know about these.

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