If You Think It Doesn't Affect You

The whole defund the police movement that is, you could be quite wrong. Yesterday I was in my final class to renew my EMT license, designated NCCP Part C and the topic was "EMT Safety." A discussion ensued about dealing with criminals, psych cases, or otherwise unruly patients. There were several area cops in the class, so we got the LEO perspective. HOLY SHIT... have they been hobbled, and that has put me in a precarious position I didn't realize. In my area of operation, we always stage for the state police, and only go in to the scene when state police give the all clear. As part of that "safe to proceed in" was patting down the patient for weapons, needles, or anything else dangerous. It dawned on me that the last couple of these types of calls, I had to "remind" troopers to do a pat down, thinking it was because of brand new troopers, or new to the area. Nope... LEO in Kommiecticut are no longer allowed to do a pat down on first contact unless they are actually doing an arrest. Those cops in my class made it sound like in certain circumstances, they can get into trouble just for asking for consent for a search. According to those LEO's, they only have the legislative diktat to operate under, since there is no case law refining the rules yet.

We will be doing department EMS training this week, and I will be sure to inform fellow members of this development, that scene safety with these patients isn't what it used to be.

Oh, I Am Already There

 

Shooting fuckers in the face at your door, decorating lampposts, or lined up against a pock-marked and blood spattered wall. Any way you do it, trenches full of bodies covered in lime and forgotten. As we restore The Republic, we'll remind them we just wanted to be left alone.

 

H/T Ninety Miles From Tyranny where I shamelessly lifted the meme.

Update On Wifey's Injuries

We got home and to bed after midnight Thursday morning and 4:45 came real early for me. She was  understandably miserable trying to go to sleep, and stayed home from work Thursday. I caught some shuteye at the firehouse from 06:00 to 08:30 and was good for the rest of my day. It was hard for her to move her hand or fingers. By yesterday, she was way better. Swelling had gone down, no more oozing, some discoloration, and while she doesn't have full grip back yet, she can move her hand and fingers with not much pain. She actually went in to work for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon to pick up a few things she left behind Wednesday, and start filling out work place injury paperwork. We're not looking to go after the dog's owner, because my wife knows the risks associated with her job and has been bitten before. But it is certainly not going to cost us one dime in lost wages, medical expenses, or replacement of her broken brand new FitBit. She believes the FitBit saved her wrist from injury.

It Hasn't Happened Yet

But just in case someone gets up the nerve to confront me in public for not wearing the virtue signalling compliant #MaskOfOppression, I have a new response:

"Two weeks to flatten the curve was almost two years ago. Quit living in the past, fool."

Also, I have met several more Jab Free Pure Bloods as well as folks that got an initial jab(s) and will not get any more. In my immediate vicinity, it would appear people are waking the fuck up.

Sitting In The E.R. Waiting Room - ARMED!

I am sitting in a hospital E.R. waiting room while my wife seeks treatment for multiple dog bites on both hands. This occurred at work where she is a dog trainer. She was brought here by one of her co-workers, and I didn't know where she was until after I got off shift and home. I took care of the one dog at the house and headed for the hospital. Of course because of COOOOVIIIIDDDD! I can't be with her, so here I wait, wearing my N95 face diaper under my nose and breathing freely. A few other people are wearing theirs the same way. What a fuckin' joke.

I am glad I strapped on the 45 Shield and two spare mags. The hospital, like most is in a shitty urban area. The doors just open when someone goes in or out and there is no security in the waiting room. If some nut were to burst in here with a weapon, he would normally be able to maim or kill everyone in this room unimpeded. But not tonight. I am sitting in the back of the room, back to the wall and facing the door. Unlike the hospitals I usually transport to, this one does not have any signs designating it a GFDZ*. Not that those signs ever matter to me, but normally I only really need to carry to go to and from the parking lots. Here, even inside, I would be a sitting duck.

So Wifey just texted me. She is headed to X-Ray and then getting sutured up. I will text her to make sure she gets a DPT shot since I am pretty sure she is out of date. She says it hurts like hell and that she is pretty hungry since she hasn't had supper.

*GFDZ: Gun Free Death Zone