She's Flooded!!!

Hey, Lady with all the horses! That puddle accumulating in you yard, from your neighbor's yard, and is 100 feet from your house, is in no way a 911-worthy incident. Have a good night. Don't call me, we'll call you!

Oh yeah. Rich guy with the wet patio and natural drainage, that is not in any danger of flooding your house, call your workers instead of 911 next time. As much as it may not seem like it, there are real emergencies to be responding to. We know, you didn't know why to do, so instead of thinking, you called us. Bra vo!

Where Are Your Pants?

Note to self: 

If I am ever at a call where the people can not only not tell the difference between twitching and a seizure, but can't tell you in any coherent fashion what happened,(for that matter the patient could tell the difference between a diagnosed medical problem and "I think I have...") don't bother asking the tweaked out guy without pants on why he's running around in his underwear, at someone else's house, while trying to "help" the patient. The answer isn't worth the time it takes that fool to tell his story.