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Everyday Adventures
Aug. 28th, 2013 09:14 pmSo there I was after work, strolling down Mass Ave with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
metaphysick on our way to the Arlington Farmer's Market, and thence to dinner - we hadn't figured out where yet, but there are plenty of good places, and we were discussing what we might be in the mood for. And then I happened to see the old guy collapsed and bleeding on the sidewalk.
We stopped, of course. There was a woman in scrubs trying to talk to him, and I asked if she needed us to call 911. She said that she was trying to find out, and asked the guy. Unfortunately, he was moderately incoherent, and by then we could both smell the alcohol fumes from him, so we decided that yeah, intervention was needed. And of course this would happen to be the day I forgot my cell phone at home.
Luckily,metaphysick came to the rescue, called 911, and stayed on the line with the dispatcher. Which is how I came to spend a chunk of my evening with an extremely pregnant dental hygienist, half-holding down a thoroughly intoxicated, bleeding, one-legged veteran who insisted on cursing at me and ranting to me about his death experiences and prosthetic arm (NB: he did not, in fact, have a prosthetic arm), trying to keep him from injuring himself any further, either by falling into the adjacent fire hydrant or by rolling into the street and getting run over by the 77 bus.
Blessedly, the paramedics didn't take *too* long to arrive. Unfortunately, the guy was not happy at the fact that we had lied and not, in fact, called him a cab, and became a bit belligerent. On the other hand, I am used to being bled on, and the paramedics took over swiftly and competently.
Anyway, I know he was in good hands and getting at least some care. I hope things get better for him; he deserves better than to end up in that situation.
Oh - and the farmer's market was nice, even though we got there about ten minutes before closing; I found some yummy blueberry-cinnamon-wine jam. And we went to a traditional-Mexican (not Tex-Mex) restaurant for dinner, and it was good.
metaphysick on our way to the Arlington Farmer's Market, and thence to dinner - we hadn't figured out where yet, but there are plenty of good places, and we were discussing what we might be in the mood for. And then I happened to see the old guy collapsed and bleeding on the sidewalk.We stopped, of course. There was a woman in scrubs trying to talk to him, and I asked if she needed us to call 911. She said that she was trying to find out, and asked the guy. Unfortunately, he was moderately incoherent, and by then we could both smell the alcohol fumes from him, so we decided that yeah, intervention was needed. And of course this would happen to be the day I forgot my cell phone at home.
Luckily,
metaphysick came to the rescue, called 911, and stayed on the line with the dispatcher. Which is how I came to spend a chunk of my evening with an extremely pregnant dental hygienist, half-holding down a thoroughly intoxicated, bleeding, one-legged veteran who insisted on cursing at me and ranting to me about his death experiences and prosthetic arm (NB: he did not, in fact, have a prosthetic arm), trying to keep him from injuring himself any further, either by falling into the adjacent fire hydrant or by rolling into the street and getting run over by the 77 bus.Blessedly, the paramedics didn't take *too* long to arrive. Unfortunately, the guy was not happy at the fact that we had lied and not, in fact, called him a cab, and became a bit belligerent. On the other hand, I am used to being bled on, and the paramedics took over swiftly and competently.
Anyway, I know he was in good hands and getting at least some care. I hope things get better for him; he deserves better than to end up in that situation.
Oh - and the farmer's market was nice, even though we got there about ten minutes before closing; I found some yummy blueberry-cinnamon-wine jam. And we went to a traditional-Mexican (not Tex-Mex) restaurant for dinner, and it was good.
