Peace

The Divine has graced me with quiet, peaceful shifts since the suicide. For that i am grateful...

Grad school started last week. It is going to be interesting studying and writing papers again. Research... great. i would much rather conduct evil experiments on corruptable behavior along with Raoul. One of my professors explained to the class that the semester would have a lot of "critical incident" training. He then went on to explain how none of us have probably ever dealt with a suicidal subject, or someone who had just been raped, or handle a death notification. It is important to him that we know what to say when one of our clients expresses suicidal thoughts. i just silently chuckled.

On other notes, i am taking the long dirty drive back down to Houston this weekend. My Mets are playing... i'm sorry, annihilating... the Astros at Minute Maid Park this weekend. Thinking i might have to go armed considering my family will be the only Mets fans in the stadium. Could get ugly.

Now if you'll excuse me... i need to go shoot roman candles at my buddy who just fell asleep in his patrol car... BWAHAHAHAHA!!!

On the Other Side of War...

Almost killed someone last night... it was suppossed to be a quiet night. Running on two hours of sleep. Then the very frequent and often false Shots Heard call turned into a Shots Fired. Then the Shots Fired turned into a Suicidal Subject with a Firearm. He left the location after firing a few rounds and was wondering the neighborhood. The helicopter found him... and i was a block away...

i talked with him as long as i could... never could get him to take the gun from out of his mouth. Then he started to walk towards me... i almost had to shoot him... and then he shot himself...

Then there was peace... but only for some...

Suicide... his time to go...

i have spent most of this summer successfully convincing myself that i need to take a day off of work. Thus the frequent, short, vacations that have spontaneously cropped up over the past several months. (yet another will come over labor day weekend... Mets vs. Astros tickets! Sweet! Mets are going to win the series this year, i can feel it!)

These short lived and enjoyable vacations are immediately followed by an insane night at work. It is as if the fates decide that since i have been absent i must pay my sacrifice to the gods by working three times as hard as normal. Thus was the case last night.

Every single call last night was connected to St. Francis Hospital. Ironically enough, i really like that place. The RNs and Drs and Techs there are just beautiful people. (there are a lot of mischievious acts that occur quite frequently, he he he) First call up there is a woman who has been beaten outside her house. Both arms broken, among other injuries. She has "no idea" who did this to her. Right. While investigating that, one of the RNs comes in and tells me that there is a fight in the parking lot outside the ER. My backer and i rush outside to see a woman with blood all over her face and clothes, and a vehicle speeding away. We catch the vehicle... and "apprehend" the Suspect. He promptly states that his wife broke her own nose... in two different places... and the blood on his fist is from where she scratched him... right.

Return from jail and finish the report to get yet another call from St. Francis... psych ward... 90 year old man decides to end his life... by swallowing his watch... and his wedding ring... That would be suicide number 40 this year... dad was out on homicide 43 Friday night. That homicide was a 17 year old boy. The kid who killed him wanted his girlfriend. She wouldn't break up with him, so this kid shot him in the head. Yeah.

i am now home and have finished my beer. i feel much better.



on a completely different note, i start grad school next week and i am completely stoked! (never thought i would ever hear myself say that)