The shift, post turkey, was one for the books.

Our first call was a cardiac arrest that was downgraded to a delta response when the patient started hollering “Get yo drunk ass offa me” while the dispatchers tried to coach telephone CPR. Next was a seizure call that vanished into thin air. Following that wild goose chase was a Delta response to a scuffle over some Black Friday deals at the local Big Box store that rhymes with “Hall Dart”.

All I wanted was some nice, quiet, tryptophan induced snoozing along with Kari Byron and Punkin’ Chunkin’ on the Discovery Channel.

At least the rest of the night was quiet. I’ll do it again tonight.