Somewhere over the Rainbow...

Mood: not sure

If I could dedicate a song to some of the world events, the one song I would choose would be Somewhere over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World by Iz, especially to the Pope, John Paul. If you listen to the word very carefully, you'll see what I mean, not to mention the person singing the song makes for a very perfect dedication.

All in all, the day has come and gone, with nothing extraordinary happening in my life, but then again, what is extraordinary? That could all depend on what you do for a living, what a typical day maybe like or just something happening out of the blue. If that were the case, then I would have to say nothing is happening, although reminiscing back to when I worked at the treatment center...

It was my first week there and towards the end of my first week, there was a detox admit that was being transported in from a neighboring city, per the staff and over the radio, they said that the person was uncooperative, meaning he was making a bit of a fuss.

Well after they arrived, the admit was very cooperative up until after they interviewed the person and he flat out didn't want to move because he was missing his wallet, well, while the staff was interviewing him, I took a couple of minutes to check out the squad that he was transported in, it wasn't the usual type, the Ford Interceptors, but a Dodge Intrepid squad. Those vehicles have a lot of room for the person in the back when being transported, compared to the Interceptors.

Anyway, the staff finally decided to put him in the "quiet" room for uncooperative admits. The nurse in charge looked at me and said, ok, escort him to the room, well, when I grabbed his arm in an escort hold and picked him up from the chair, he had spun around on me and decided he was going to fight. I wasn't thinking of what I was doing and everything happened automatically because I was thinking of the safety of the nurses, I had grabbed his throat by the larynx and pushed him up against the wall.

I realized after about a minute what I was doing and released my hold and backed up a little, at this point he was going to fight from being put into the quiet room and while being held by the nurses, started to kick, but because of my distance, he wasn't able to connect.

Well, I was going to attempt a arm bar take down and my hand slipped from the back of his upper arm and slid under my armpit. I started thinking about what I could do to bring this person down to the ground and also the safety of the nurses, so at the time, I thought "I'll drop straight down and let my weight help bring him down".

Sure enough, with my weight, I was able to pull him down to the ground. As he hit the ground, the 2 nurses that were there had jumped on his back to hold him down and I kept holding onto his arm using my full weight. The 3rd nurse present started yelling "call a Dr. Black". At that point, I felt that he was under control so I decided I was going to cuff him, so I took out my hinged cuffs and made an attempt to cuff him on the wrist of the arm that I was holding. At first, I thought I forgot to disengage the double lock and not thinking, let go of his wrist. That gave him the opportunity to grab onto the cuffs.

When he grabbed on, I wasn't going to let go because he could use them as a weapon, the admit then started saying that he could take them from me, but because of the martial arts training, with all the twisting he was trying, it wasn't budging. I told him that he wasn't going to take them from me and no matter how much he tried, it wasn't going to happen.

He finally realized that I was right and gave up, I was able to handcuff him from the back. During the struggle, his pants got pulled down. Anyway, after I got the cuffs on him, I helped him up and escorted him into the quiet room and sat him down in the restraint chair (no, he wasn't restrained). After getting him into the chair, someone from outside of the room said something that I couldn't hear and thought they were talking to me, so I walked to the door and looked out.

Well, when I turned back to look at the admit, he had stood up and was able to move his handcuffed hands from the back to the front and pulling up his pants. The nurse then came into the room and told him to sit. The admit then replied that he wasn't going to sit until he got his wallet back and that he also wanted to talk to his lawyer, the nurse told him to sit down, which he started to get violent again and refused.

I walked over to him, put my hand on his shoulder and while pushing him down into the chair, told him the nurse said to sit down. Well, he decided to fight again, at this point, my martial arts training kicked in again, I didn't realize that my hand went from his left shoulder to his right while I was facing him and the blade of my forearm slid up to his throat and I started to add pressure. I didn't realize that I was doing this until I heard the nurse call my name.

By that time, I looked at his face and it had turned beet red and his eyes started to roll up into his head. I released the pressure and was able to hold him down into the chair until the rest of the treatment center staff arrived, at that point, my face was about 6 inches away and he started to threaten me saying things like "you fat bi**h, you fat bi**h, I'm going to kill you, I was in XXXX for 36 months, you fat bi**h, I'll kill you".

At that point, I lost it and blew him a kiss, which really wasn't professional at all but got him even more upset. By that time, the rest of the staff arrived and the nurse told me to take a walk.

Whew, that was a long one... I'll end this here and write more things that happened there... anyway, stay safe and stay well...