Tell Us About Your Most Memorable Call!!!

[F-Dub]

Tell us about your most memorable call! It can be funny Laughing, Sad Sad , shocking Shocked, or whatever. Just tell us about it. We want to hear Exclamation

[TaylorMade]

I once responded to a home where a person who was mentally ill was having intercourse with a dog.

The neighbors in the apartment next door had called because they said that it sounded like the guy was having problems breathing but would not answer the knocking.

We went around back to the slider and saw him in action.

It was a great dane. He sedated the dog with some pills and then proceeded to take advantage of it.

I'll never forget that picture for as long as I live.

[Chile]

I once had a call where the guy that we placed in c-spine was on the bench seat of the ambulance, and the other guy was on the gurney.

When the guy on the bench had some n/v we tilted him on his side with the backboard and he vomited on the other patient's face.

The other guy was so disgusted that he too needed to be tilted on his side, and they vomited in each others faces about 2 or 3 times.

It was disgusting. If I ever see that again, I will vomit! (I almost did that time). Sad.

[ladderpiper]

How about a naked guy running down the street who was just assaulted by a woman's husband.

He came home while they were doing the nasty, waled on the guy and all he had on was his socks and a wife beater tank top. Very Happy

[sansoofireman]

One day, a long time ago, we had a patient who actually needed our help. But this was only one day. And it was a long time ago.

[fyrglfr]

Tell us about your most memorable call! It can be funny Laughing, Sad Sad , shocking Shocked, or whatever. Just tell us about it. We want to hear Exclamation

You started this forum. Whats your most memorable call?:confused:

[macentyre]

Responded with SB City to a 5150 call on Marshall street one night for a 20 year old who was buck naked running in and out of yards and then decided to dive through someone's front room window. When we got onscene she was covered with blood from head to toe.

For some reason that one stuck out.

J Mac.
SMFD

[desertmedic]

Had a call once in the beautiful mecca we call Barstow. Call came in as an "unk type medical aid." Got there and this gal says her hoo-ha is "on fire." I ask her the regular ole female OB/GYN questions and everything comes up clear. Ask her if she has recently done anything or used a new soap when she showered last. She says she sprayed her va-jay-jay with Raid to kill the crabs. :eek: I was like SAY WHAT!?

[firemedic301]

Damn Greg, I thought my dropping (almost) the 300lb CHFer off the gurney on my first day at Desert Amb. was your most memorable call. Oh well it was mine!!!!!! :eek:

[desertmedic]

Well, well Steve-o me boy... I'll never forget the look on Johnny's face when the whole gurney is lying left lateral in the parking lot and this guy is full on sucking wind. I can hear that Carpenters song Memmories playing through my mind.... That was when you still PCF'n at the Double Deuce

[HB of CJ]

This really happend. Not making it up. It was a dark and cold night in B........, California and Station One was having a very slow day. At about 2300 the bells hit, "Bong, Bong, BONG". We had bells then.

Unknown small trash fire reported in Central Park. Not that Central Park. Our little one in B........., East of station 1. Engine and Squad. Five of us. Good staffing way back in 1975 or sossss.

"Smoothy" was the CA, "Mocko", the EN, and "City" the FF were on the engine. "Marty" EN and I, "goofball", FF, were riding the squad. The nick names have been changed to protect the quilty partys.

Since we all apparently bored, we layed on the sirens and air horns. Let's have fun waking up all the neighbors. He he he. Typical FF stuff. What the heck, we needed to have some fun.

We go East about 12 blocks. Arrive. Can't see anything showing. Tell dispatch that. Told it may be a warming fire in the middle of the park. Small open park, about 10 acres or soosss.

We look. Then we see a smoking trash can sitting out all alone by itself. No fire, just a little smoke. Big deal. But...it was out in a grassy area away from any paved road. Soft grass.

Policy was don't take heavy apparatus off payment. Sensible. Even the Sguad weighed over 27K. Sosss, what do we do? Mocko stays on the engine, the rest of us walk over.

We all surround the offending smoking trash can. Temperatures in the low fortys. Yeah, it is a warming fire. The homeless made their home in Central Park way back then. Still may do.

What to do? Our CA gets a big smile. "Hey he says, lets urinate this "smoker" out". We all grin back. Yes, we can do that. I for one had a fairly full bladder. Soss...we whiz out the fire.

Yeah, all four of us in perfect unision. Today it would get us all fired big time. No mercy. Way back then in 1975 or ssosss it seemed like the best idea of the time.

No way were we going to pull a red line off the squad and stretch in all that way into the middle of the park. Too lazy to go get the can off the Engine. So, we whizzed it out. All true!!! The End. :) :) :)

[chainsaw5vent]

many years ago, when i was cdf sched 'a' seasonal, we had a chronic wheelchair caller (i still remember her name and address and she was built like Jabba the Hut) whose house had a horrible stench. so much stench i began to wear scba on all calls to her abode. the house stunk soooo bad you could smell it as you dismounted from the engine. she used the 911 system to get assistance but NEVER WAS transported to the hospital.

she called so much that we began to take our time leaving the station since we knew that it was going to be totally bogus. go pee/poop finish lunch/dinner, etc. all the way to the end of the cul de sac w/ a 14 point turn around in order to make quick departure once we were finished.

one day we got a call for woman down at her address. uh huh. as we drove by the house we looked in the yard and did see someone 'down' in the yard. after we did our turn around, we stopped, we approached the 'down' person in the yard. OH SHI......!! our chronic caller had been stabbed multiple times by one of her boarders with her defense butcher knife :eek:and had lost copious amounts of body fluids in the yard! garbage call turning into high drama right now!! goodhew transported. she survived (dangit) and several months later, she started the pattern again. now the door was always unlocked (but social services had come in and done a great job cleaning. 89% less stench odor) and as i walked into her bedroom she lifts up her shirt and says "do you want to see my scar???" GAAACK!!!!..:eek::eek::eek:
p.s. her new defense weapon of choice by her bedside? AR-15. locked and loaded. no more butcher knives.