It might just make you so nuts that you decide that your Super 8 motel room is the set of the next episode of The Detonators.
Step one. Ingest Coke, plus PCP. Step two: Freak the F out! You can ALWAYS identify a PCP high when they have destroyed the porcelain god! Always.
We wondered in through shards of drywall and porcelain, mixed with cheesy drywall and some shards of mirror to find 6 police officers with their knees on the back of a 165 lb man who was all but throwing them around. He had been shot 8 times by less than lethal rounds, OC’d twice, and was now restrained but by no means controlled.
Law Enforcement didn’t know what to do at this point, and honestly, we really didn’t either. While he may have taken that much Cocaine, the PCP has altered that reaction from what would be barely breathing to going nuts. Way nuts. We improvised and chose a less than perfect solution: face down backboarding with hand and leg irons in place. There was no doubt his airway was intact based on the repeated “I’ma fuck you up!” followed by the incoherent screams and spitting. During transport and IV was established and but narcan was NOT given, as symptoms did not match that of a narcotic overdose.
Once we got to the hospital the irons were replaced with leathers, and he was able to be restrained facing supine, but the battle still raged. During the 20 minutes we were there, they gave him 40 mg Valium and 20 mg of Ativan–enough to require you breathe for me–and he still lerched his back and gave the trademark PSYCHO look.
Before we departed they ended up RSI’ing the young fella for both his and his providers safety. His thrashing had caused him multiple cuts and it was only a matter of time before one of the people trying to care for him would be taken out too.