I'm back in the saddle again. My finger is no where near finished healing but it's good enough for me to return to full duty. And the call gods welcomed me back as only they can.
It was close to the end of the day. I jumped in the shower to get the sweat, dirt, grime and whatever else off of me before going to bed. I had just started to shampoo my hair when I heard sirens.
A PD unit went screaming by the station code 3. Then another. And another. I immediately knew that we were going to be getting a call.
I hurriedly finished lathering up my hair and started to rinse off trying to beat the dispatcher. I just knew that she was just waiting for the computer aided dispatch system to tell her who to ring down. When it did.......dang it......too late.
While the automated lady gave the address of the medical emergency I jumped out of the shower. I threw on my clothes as best I could while still dripping. In less than 90 seconds I was downstairs sliding into my seat in the back of the rig.
Getting caught by a call while showering is one of those unpleasant experiences that few people outside of first responders will ever get to experience. It sucks. But it's fun to laugh at afterward. It's even more fun to laugh at the other guy on the crew when he gets caught.
Since you probably want to know, the call was for a 20 year old kid that decided to chug a bottle of aspirin. Not too smart. We provide a chaser for something like that. Activated charcoal. And it tastes every bit as horrible as it sounds.