Usually I don't go into the sending facility with the crew to get patients, but it was cold as crap, and I didn't feel like freezing my ass off for an hour. So, in the ambulance I went, and into the ER, where I made my way past a res dog who decided they belonged in the ER, and I met our patient.
At least the dog was well behaved.
I don't really spend any time with the psych patients, as they usually are walk-on's (they walk themselves up, we don't have to load them). As they're walking on, I'm generally buckling my shoulder straps and getting ready to start. So to see one up and walking was interesting, but no where near as interesting as listening to him.
He was brought in after being found wandering a res town, pants-less, and talking on cell phone. Except that he didn't have a cell phone, but oddly enough he did have a hands free piece and a USB phone charger in his pocket.
While we were prepping to leave, he started to wander around looking for his wife. Come to find out he actually was married, but his wife was not there. However, everytime we would start to walk out, he would say, "Look, there's my wife, right there, she's coming!" But there was no one there. Dude was seriously hallucinating.
The rest of the flight to Las Cruces was without incident, but of course since we only take psych patients into LRU, I'm always going to associate that place with crazies.
Maybe next time we get a psych patient I'll go in with the crew just to see what brand of crazy we're transporting that day.
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