“Medic 4, caller reports a male in his twenties possibly overdosed. PD is en route with you.”
An overdose at the drug-treatment center. This seems ironic.
“Medic 4, update. Caller reports patient is unconscious but breathing. Caller advises come to the intake area.”
“Medic 4 received. Radio, show us on scene.”
Slimm and I make it inside with our equipment, walking with local fireguys. Slimm is still incredulous that Marshawn Lynch didn’t get the ball on those last plays from the goal line.
The scene looks like something out of a sketch comedy: fifteen people running around like chickens with their heads cut off, while some guy is lying unconscious on the floor. There’s two women in the corner, on a floral sofa, crying softly. One appears matronly, and the other could pass for a sister or girlfriend.
“Hey, y’all. What’s going on?” even though it is pretty obvious.
“He came in for <gasp> treatment, but then <pant, pant>, he acted like he was really high, and <gasp> then he went unconscious.”
Fire dudes are taking care of the supine gentleman on the floor. They say something about him breathing 6 times a minute. I see them get a BVM out. The chickens start to run faster.
Slimm looks exasperated. Not about the Lynch thing any more, but the current situation. He turns to the ladies on the sofa; “Ma’am, any idea what he could have taken, or how long ago it might have been?”
His mother tells us between light sobs “He does heroin and oxycontin. He probably took some pills on the way here or something, I don’t know.”
Well this should be easy enough.
“Okay, no big deal. We’ll give him some medicine, make him breathe a little faster, and we’ll get him over to the hospital next door, okay?”
One of the chickens says she will go get their Narcan.
This can’t take long, right?
5 minutes later, she’s still not back. It looks like fire dude’s hand is cramping.
“Any idea where the lady is with that narcan?”
“Oh, she had to go across campus. And then she probably had to get the key from the director”
“You keep the narcan somewhere else?”
“Yeah, we don’t keep it here.”
“You don’t keep narcan in the intake area of a drug treatment center, and instead you keep it more than five minutes away, under lock and key?”
If we had known that, we would have simply left a long time ago. And here I am, trying to save my boss a little money.
They give cops that stuff now days, and I’ve seen addicts with it. But the one place most likely to see an overdose and need the drug, is the one that makes it the most difficult to get to.