We had SIX CALLS in five hours. A fall, two blind drunks complete with vomiting, an overdose, random abdominal pain, and a miscarriage. O_O

X_X

And it's not even MIDNIGHT and bars don't close till 4 am!

And I made a terrible 'wearing of the green' joke as one of the drunks barfed on himself.

Thankfully out on the street before we loaded him, because BLEURK.

(In my defense, drunk guy started laughing at my terrible joke).

Poor miscarriage was telling me her life story, and it was just a tragedy. And now this on top, when she really wanted, she said, to give her boyfriend a daughter.

ALL THIS TO SAY: I am pooped, physically and emotionally. Tags will happen in the morning.