Not that drunk, eh?

It was a busy night and we ran from call to call to call with nary a minute to eat or visit facilities. Finally the tones slowed and it looked like we might have a minute to breathe when we got called out again... another trip to the cells booking area to assess more of the nights inebriated young souls prior to their entry to the drunk tank.

Our patient was found with his head and shoulders deep in the garbage can provided to him by our local constabulary. He was moaning and puking with great abandon, totally ignoring the questions of the medics when an officer exits the cells and states to her coworkers "now that crack whore has stripped off her pants and her thong and has thrown them out of the cell. She is standing there in just her bra shouting that she is going to kill us with her coochie!"

Suddenly our fine young citizen pulls his head out of the garbage can, vomit dripping from his face, and states "Awesome! Can I see that?!"