First Day Back

Today was my first day back on the streets, and it's a Saturday night to boot. The doctor told me to be careful, to take it easy, to keep the compression sleeve in such a way, and to alternate so my knee doesn't overheat and start swelling and etc, etc, etc. I should have picked up on that as it's impossible to adjust the sleeve without taking off my pants. And I can't just quickly undo them in the car when nobody's looking as I have to take off my gigantic batman-belt of goodies first. So the sleeve stayed on and curled and furled and I just had to deal with it.

So I get to work and the first call of the day is a citizen concerned about the thermonuclear explosion nearby, and could we please investigate. Assuming that the dispatcher and the 911 operator were having a communication error/prank war I went out thinking this was either a head case, or a transformer did explode nearby. After jumping over a fence, after the doc told me to be careful and tender and all with my knee (it hurt), what I found was a schizo-affective woman who believed that Germany was going to invade the United States and had deployed atomic strikes across the US. Having pointed to the sky and noted the lack of mushroom clouds we left her to her imaginary war and her demands for K Rations (does the Army still even use those?).

It was the usual array of family squabbling and car thefts for a saturday and we ended the evening pushing a large SUV up a hill. Apparently the driver didn't want us scuffing up her car with our push bumpers so we had to manually push (my knee was so happy) this vehicle back up a hill into a parking lot. Why we couldn't just let the stupid thing roll down the hill and coast until she found another lot is beyond me.

Some lessons: Children are greedy evil monsters. A grown woman will refuse to allow her cancer stricken mother access to her medical caretaker for vital breathing treatments in order to collect on an inheritance. Luckily we got rid of the daughter and the mother got her treatments. She was a very nice lady. Children will physically assault the mentally ill, and frankly I don't fault them when the mentally ill is making a pass at a 15 year old. Mandated to adult supervision there. Grown men will move in with bipolar people and then get upset that they're bipolar. That one ended without our intervention as the local management was fed up and simply evicted everybody.

Fun day. I'm glad it's the weekend now.