It was a busy but normal morning working at a small town clinic on a Wednesday. We had a full house and seven of our eight rooms were full of patients. The physician I worked for was always busy which made the day go by faster. Around lunch we would lock the front door for an hour and a half. We tried to possibly get twenty minutes to eat something before the next wave of patients rolled in for the second half of the day. Sometimes we only got five minutes. We were attempting to lock the door for lunch. But we still had a full house of patients to be seen.
The police department did send someone, one guy, and I was taller than he was. I said, “your it, huh?!.” Shacking my head. He said, “yea, what’s going on?” The doctor came up behind me and told him the situation. He said, “what room is he in?.” I blurted out, again being young, “you’re not going in there by yourself, are you?” With my hands crossed and a shocked look on my face. He just gave me a look and then the doctor showed him in which room he was located. I politely walk backwards towards the front as they walk towards the room. I heard the policeman say, “ma’am, can you step back?” I hear the creaking of the door….
Then bang, thud, bang, the the mother screaming. Then a crash and boom and moaning, that I was sure wasn’t the crazy patient. Now I was told that the minute the door opened, and Fred saw the cop, he went ballistic and pushed his mother into the cop, then the cop stepped back into the exam room, Fred picked that cop up and threw him into the wall. The cop PEPPERED SPRAY HIM. Not a good idea. YOU DON’T PEPPER SPRAY in an INCLOSED AREA. Now I may have been young but apparently knew more than this rookie cop did. We now have seven patients and five staff members all exposed to poisonous gas. All of whom were have issues with sight, coughing, and running to find fresh air. Fred gotten rid of everyone, but barricaded himself in that exam room, pushing the exam table up against the door.
We have five cop cars, three ambulances and a parking lot full of patient cars, plus now the patients for the second half of the day are showing up, and we still have a psychotic person in the clinic who has access to the samples medication and other things, his mother is now begging the cops to leave her son alone. Comical now but at the time I was pissed off. Ten cops outside and the aggressive patient let loose in our clinic. I still wasn’t sure if all patients were accounted for yet, because I couldn’t see, but Everyone is in the parking lot coughing when I heard the cops discussing what the plan is going to be in hush tones.
I finally said rather loudly and shacking my head. “If he wants Valium, you have an ambulance here, give it to him. Then at least he will calm down enough for you to arrest him!” As I’m coughing up a lung, again being young, I just blurted whatever came to my head. They all look at me from what I can see thru my limited vision with a look.
Needless to say, the paramedics finally got back into the building, gave him Valium 0r probably Ativan most likely, and sent him on his way to the hospital, We also made the local paper. The cops, so I read the next week in the same paper, had to do “additional training” on how to use pepper spray properly, go figure. None of the patients were harmed or staff, just some coughing that the paramedics most graciously helped with. Dang, what a rough day. Oh the wall that the cop was thrown thru was patched up by the next week and I’m sure the police officers pride, too.
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