Keli
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- Joined
- Oct 27, 1999
Ugh, I've seen the effects of drug abuse on people for years and hated how it destroys their lives in every way. We live in a rural area hard hit with abuse of drugs, especially meth and opiates.
But lately I'm hating it even more because I have to worry about my husband. He's a paramedic and he is been attacked on multiple occasions in the last six months by men and women so high they are out of their minds and have no idea what they are doing. My husband is fairly fit and pretty strong for his size so he's been able to subdue them all so far but I worry about the day he can't. Because he works for rural counties help is often not close. He came home recently with bruises, scratches, the pocket of his pants torn out (those are sturdy reinforced type pants, took a lot to rip them), his shirt was shredded. All from a guy who was out of his mind on drugs. It was bad luck and stupidity that he was escalating and moments before, when he was having physical symptoms but was still coherent enough to give info he (and his family) denied any drug use. By the time he is peaking and completely out of his mind, he is in the back of an ambulance trying kill my husband. That night my husband had a partner who wouldn't have been able to subdue a guy like this but was able to call police and backup and jump in and help him. Thankfully that was enough. Drugs have made a paramedic's job much more dangerous in our area.
But lately I'm hating it even more because I have to worry about my husband. He's a paramedic and he is been attacked on multiple occasions in the last six months by men and women so high they are out of their minds and have no idea what they are doing. My husband is fairly fit and pretty strong for his size so he's been able to subdue them all so far but I worry about the day he can't. Because he works for rural counties help is often not close. He came home recently with bruises, scratches, the pocket of his pants torn out (those are sturdy reinforced type pants, took a lot to rip them), his shirt was shredded. All from a guy who was out of his mind on drugs. It was bad luck and stupidity that he was escalating and moments before, when he was having physical symptoms but was still coherent enough to give info he (and his family) denied any drug use. By the time he is peaking and completely out of his mind, he is in the back of an ambulance trying kill my husband. That night my husband had a partner who wouldn't have been able to subdue a guy like this but was able to call police and backup and jump in and help him. Thankfully that was enough. Drugs have made a paramedic's job much more dangerous in our area.