My wife and I were asked to be a local "safe house" for domestic violence. Since we are already part of the fire/rescue squad, first responders, first aid, do a monthly soup kitchen for addicts and I also help the subocone treatment program, lol, I said yes.
We got narcan kits etc all over, kids know CPR etc, it's kinda fucked up but we like to help
Anyhow, today I got a call from a local about an arm infection. First thought was "why the fuck is he calling me about an infection? Go see a Dr", then it kicked in, "fuck, I bet it's from meth injection".
Sure enough. I roll up and that's exactly what it is. Says he's afraid to call 911 and I'm the only one he'll listen to. "Well, you've got a wicked staff infection, I'll help you pack and head to the ER". That goes ok. Doods tripping hard though and this infection is fuckin gnarly. Like a baseball sized cyst on his arm.
So im doing my best to keep him calm, he tries to bail twice but I manage to keep him inline.
Get to the hospital and he's freaking, I tell the Dr. Everything he's told me(I'm required to do so) and I know what's next. So I tell him "listen, this is gonna fuckin hurt like hell, so next time your gonna so meth, fuckin remember this"!
He says "ok, please film it for me". Ok, fuck, I'll do it so you can remind yourself how fuckin stupid this is.
So they cut open his arm and it's just fuckin oozes bloody puss like a motherfucker.
Fuck I'm not even sure what my point is? But this guy would have dies within a few days hadn't I taken him in.
What a fucked up situation. I'm glad he's ok though, at least for now