Usually when we get a drug call and the person is unresponsive they let me do the primary search for needle marks under the watchband, fingers, toes, or arms. Not that I've done it, but I've seen some past friends nod off in their cereal before
. Or burn their fingers because they don't remember to ash their cigs
(you should see how big their eyes get when they smell their skin burning).
As the crew starts to strap them into the backboard, I go into the bathroom to check for signs of drug use. This one time at band camp.............wait, different story. Anyways, this one time we had a guy out so cold, even a full fisted chest rub didn't bring any response so off to the bathroom I went. Rubbish can contents....tissue, used baggie, matches, condom, enema. ENEMA??!!
Go back to the male patient and look around his settings. Hmm, 2 different cigarettes butts (no lipstick), 1 empty beer, 1 wine glass. Hmmm, check the fridge...........ALL HIS FRICKIN' FOOD HAS THE LABELS ALL FACING OUT, NEATLY ARRANGED, WITH LOTS OF DIFFERENT HOMEOPATHIC LIQUIDS INSIDE! Oh hOOOOO, now I get it
Y...M....C...A....! Fun to stay at the YMCAaaaaa!
Long story short, EMS gave the narcan, he woke up, looked around at the us, the cops, EMS, got the dry heaves, tilted him sideways so he wouldn't barf on hisself and he promply looked at one of our crew and said, "hey, I know you, tell 'em you know ME!"
You should have seen my friend start backpeddling on us when we all turned around and blankly stared at him. I didn't even know he stuttered until then!
NARCAN, the street version of truth serum! Muhahahhahaha.