Last night was an interesting shift. 18 hours, two calls, which isn't bad. The first one was no big deal, (moderate concussion, easy transport, cooperative patient).
The SECOND patient was a whole different story. 3 am is never a good time to be hauled out of bed, and we knew it wasn't going to be an easy call when we could smell the alcohol from OUTSIDE the room. The patient was (sorta) conscious, but he thought it was Halloween, he kept giggling, and he repeatedly climbed out of the stairchair because "seatbelts dont belong on chairs!!!" He hadn't vomited at all, which was a blessing from a messiness standpoint, but I have no idea how he managed to drink so much and not get sick. His friends estimated that he'd had 10-15 shots in the preceeding hour, and must have JUST stopped drinking before the campus cops found him.
Once on the ambulance, he repeatedly attempted to grab my breasts while I took his blood pressure. Who knew that "no, these aren't for you" actually WORKS as a deterrant? Then he passed out, which made things easier.
Hope he's ok...KNOW he won't know better.