Saturday I was involved in a fight with a very large man out in the streets. I’m a bit tired from the muscle relaxers and pain meds as a result.
Saturday we had a call from our dispatch about a patient that fled the hospital and needed to be returned at all cost. So I was in the cruiser with my partner. We located the individual at a bench outside. I made contact with my partner as cover. We approached the guy who clearly stated he was going to fight us. He was a very large hispanic male.
As soon as we tried to cuff him he started a huge fight. In the middle of the struggle he charged at me and knocked me onto a metal bench trapping my leg under him with my lower back taking most of the impact. He landed on top of me, but thankfully my partner and I were able to throw him back onto the ground.
We were able to regain control and cuffed him (He was so big it took two pairs of handcuffs). After that we walked him to the cruiser and place him in the back for transport.
I got checked in the ER for my injuries. I was limping, back was sore, and literally and metaphorically butt hurt.
I texted my lady while I was getting checked in. One thing I learned was to never open up a conversation with bad news in those types of situations. First thing I said was “Hey sweetheart. I’m in the ER getting seen after a fight I was in.”
She was like “Wait.. what? Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, I’m fine. Nurses are giving me crap since I know them.”
“Dammit! Why do I miss everything cool you do! Is there a video of it?”
And that’s why I love her. She kept asking if she should come down to visit and I told her not to. I didn’t think it was necessary for her to see me in the ER being treated for minor injuries (even though the end result was a sprained ankle, bruised calf, bruised butt, and lower back pain from the weight landing on me).
Nurses were coming in and out of my room going “You’re hurt again? What are we going to do with you…”
Once I was discharged (after 2 hours) I was cleared from working the next day. I then went to my sweetheart’s house with a chocolate milkshake. I owed her since I made her worried. Weird on how I like to switch it around.
We hung out in her room just listening to music, dancing (sort of), and just talking like we always do. It was great.
I left after being there for a few hours and apologized for making her worried. She smiled, turned red, and kissed me goodbye.
The next morning I woke up to an email. I was told to return to work on light duty status. Then when I got to work I was put on full duty status. What the…
So I worked as long as I could but my leg finally gave in to the pain. I left early and just cooled down with video games and pain meds.
Today I’m back at it. Pain is gone but only because I feel loopy on muscle relaxers and pain pills. Everything is all nice and happy for me today (wonder why).
I’ll probably be off this for a while. I need some time to recover. Plus I can’t get my thoughts together when I’m all drugged up on meds. They seem to float away a lot…