Behold Kamala, patient of doom!

I nearly died today.

No I’m not exagurating, this patient today, his mania was escalating like an elevator. 6’7″ perhaps 300 pounds, maybe 10% body fat. But the worst part is that he shouldn’t even be there, he’s a criminal, not a mentally ill patient. Unfortunately I had to watch him.

Now some may huff and perk out their pecs and say ” I could’ve handled him”. Nope. He would’ve ripped through whomever was there. Luckily I hit the security button and the ward was flooded with back up. Passed the gloves around and got ready.

Nothing like the smell of latex in the morning, it reminds me of victory. heh..

Anyway he put up a fight as was expected and down to the bed he went and with two shots in him we backed off. Minutes later he came to the desk, spouting some racial slurs. Needless to say I’m partially irked, and partially annoyed. I wish they wouldn’t send criminals into the ward just to avoid their warrants. Bastards.

Anyway I haven’t got to be back until saturday afternoon, which sucks.