DUIs and why they suck.

There are very few people in this world I have absolutly no sympathy for. I mean none. Even crackheads and and the occasional drug dealer or prisoner from the jail who swallowed a dime bag of crack I can muster up some sort of compassion for. But Drunk Drivers, those fuckers, I have absolutly no sympathy for. I can say with complete confidence that I, myself have never driven home from a bar blitzed. I was shocked into not by the nursing staff at the Trauma Center when I was 18 when I was doing my photo essay. Since then I have never gotten behind the wheel of a vehicle after a night of bar hopping. (For two reason mainly, one, was I was made to listen to the doctor's tell a family member of a girl that was killed in a drunk driving accident that their daughter was dead, and two I was threated that if I ever came in as a DUI all of my clothes would be cut off regardless of my injuries and at 18 those are some heavy words to hear) I have three cab company's numbers in my cell, my dad will come if I can't find anyone else and I have even been known to call the on shift supervisor of my EMS system for a ride when the cab company wouldn't pick up the phone. I refuse to drive if I've had more than 3 beverages ( thats my cut off, Im not drunk, but I should not be driving after 3 good stiff drinks) So if I can call a cab so can the rest of humanity. There is absolutly no good reason you can give me that will change my mind. Oh, so you can't call a friend because they are just as intoxicated as you are or you cell phone is missing or the battery is dead, bullshit, every single bar will call a cab for you. Just ask the bartender. They may be a bit put out, but I'd rather have a put-out bartender than killing a family of four on your way home. And I don't know about some people, but my truck is my baby. I cried when the passenger side mirror was knocked off because some asshat left a bunch of cut trees out in the middle of the damn road. So I don't really want to flip over several times in the middle of the street because I was an idiot. And I don't want your dumbass hitting me, injuring me, killing me, on my way home from a long night of saving lives. So DUI's I have no sympathy for. Mostly because of the whole idiot thing and also because you are usually an asshole to me. I hate upon hate getting spit on or swung at. I hate getting cussed at. And every drunk driver I have ever come across in my short career has cussed at and/or spit at me. I have even had one that was so damn drunk he was totally oblivous that he was just responsible for the death of the two passengers in his own car. He even called me a bitch. So no, I have no sympathy for you if you drink and drive. I won't even give you the benefit of faking compassion. I will treat you, but only because the laws and policies of my system tell me I have too and I don't want to lose my certification as a paramedic. But, I will tie you down to a long spine board, I will put the biggest honking needle in your arms, I may even accidenty hit a few bumps on the way to the hospital. But respect, sympathy, compassion, you will not get. Okay I am now going to get down off my soapbox and go to bed. It was a long night. I had three drunk drivers back to back to back which is the cause of my rant. Hope everyone had a safe Halloween, until next year where I will be scraping up "slutty fairies, angels, and nurses" up off the concrete again.