A 51-year-old male possibly intoxicated,
sitting on the sidewalk.
Says he's unconscious.
White male wearing a blue and gray shirt and black pants.
39 going to be on that's side.
Supposed to be in front of the Astor Crown Plaza.
Can't be hard to find a man passed out on the ground.
We receiving a call for a man down on Canal Street vomiting.
One in a million.
You know it's funny.
A lot of things go through our head.
Because it's always different.
Because this could be a man from sleeping to a man
that's not breathing.
So we really don't know what to expect until we pull up.
I think he's right here.
Hello.
How are y'all?
What's going on?
Who is this to you, baby?
What's his name?
Mr. Michael, how you feeling?
You all right?
He just gave us the thumbs up.
Hey look, me and he's going to get on one side.
I'mma get on the other.
We're going to use your legs and get you on the stretcher,
all right, brother?
Titus and I are dispatched to a man
down on Canal Street that's vomiting.
So there's a strong smell of alcohol.
And it just looks like he's had a little too much to drink.
On three, Mike.
One, two, three.
There we go brother.
But he's pleasant.
We kind of want to keep it that way.
So we try to form a rapport with him
and kind of make friends for the moment.
But we still want to assess him for injury before we move him
and get him to the truck and make sure that there's
nothing else going on.
You good?
You hurting anywhere, Bub?
No, just had a little too much?
You about to throw up right now?
We going to be with you, but you got to let us
know before you go, all right?
Oh, hold up.
[vomiting]
All right Mr, Mike, get it all out.
And he vomits pretty violently.
I mean, it's like something off the Exorcist movie.
It's projectile.
He gets some distance on it.
So we immediately drop the stretcher.
He's leaning off the side of the stretcher.
We lower the stretcher where he doesn't
flip the stretcher over and cause himself further injury.
Got it?
I'm a paramedic.
I see vomit all the time.
If I get it on me this time, it won't
be the first or last time.
So it's something I'm kind of used to at this point.
We're going to get you some medicine
to help you with that nausea, all right, brother?
Let me set this down for one moment.
We got to check you out.
You're hurting anywhere?
No?
Just nausea?
Let us know.
Hold on to that.
[vomiting]
Get me?
I don't think so.
All right, let me get you something.
Almost got me, Mr. Mike.
My man good at that.
Look.
This is somebody they don't teach you in school.
If you were the a patient that have been drinking a little bit
too much, they'll talk to you.
Then they give you that stare.
And my man locked eyes with me and we got that stare.
I just know I had to, you know, step two feet to the side.
How you feeling since you threw up?
All right, we're going--
I'mma give you some fluids too all right?
My man threw everything up.
I see in the red beans, the shrimp, the étouffé.
What you been drinking, man?
You got them hurricanes?
Sambuca got you.
That sambuca got you.
Well, you know what?
You got me, man.
I don't think I ever had sambuca.
I don't think I ever had that either.
Oh my god, it's awful.
Mike, that's your drink?
I don't know if I want it now.
My man had a good time on Canal Street.
But little bit too much sambuca.
You all ready?
Yeah we ready.
He got me, but I know he didn't try to do it on purpose.
So that goes a long way, too.
Just take a wipe and wipe it off.
I'm a paramedic.
That's what we do.
We going to the hospital, Mr. Mike.
Mr. Mike.
He said he can't remember what happened.
Mr. Sambuca himself.
What the [beep].
You know sambuca?
Sambuca
What the [beep] you tell him?
That was your bartender.
He was the one feeding you the drinks.
You don't remember me?
You don't remember him?
It's not a complete New Orleans trip until you
getting to visit the ER, man.