My fifth "patient"... or why I still sort of live in a frat house.

May 10, 2008 00:37

I came back from work tonight at 11:30 or so to find a couple trying to wake up some dude passed out on the sofa in the middle of the lobby. They ask me if I know him, which I definitely don't since I don't know anyone in my building. The man is doing sternal rub and shaking him. The man is a nephrologist, I say that I'm a nurse and join in the fun. The guy has a good pulse, breathing fine, but is not responding at all and he reeks of booze. He's also dead weight and extremely heavy. We eventually sit him up, find his wallet and discover that he lives upstairs. The man goes up to see if there's anyone who could take care of him. He comes back to tell us that there's a roommate, but that he's nearly as drunk and not in any state to watch this guy. We decide that we definitely have to call 911 at this point because we couldn't leave him alone. He was at the scary-drunk point, eyes extremely dilated (so possibly drunk plus something else), and barely moving his arms even after all the abuse we put him through. EMS gets there and confirms that he's fine, but had too much fun and take him off to the hospital, where he will eventually wake up, very pissed off and very bruised.

I've seriously never seen anyone that drunk, and I really wonder when he must have started to be unconscious by 11pm. It would make sense if he had been out and then wandered in, saw the first comfortable spot and passed out. However, when the man went upstairs he said it was clear that there had been a party. So had this guy been up in his apartment partying and then wandered down only to pass out in the lobby? Some mysteries we will never know.
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