Cold Snap

I think Old Man Winter's surprise, pre-season sneak attack froze my brain cell and lulled me into a false sense of security.  Naively, I believed that the sudden arctic burst might encourage people to stay huddled around the fireplace, sipping homemade hot cocoa while playing delightful parlor games in the presence of friends and family rather than heading outside to crash their motorcycles and shoot each other.

Of course, I was wrong.

While cooling temperatures generally lead to an increase in social and psychiatric complaints and a slight drop in the number of traumas, this weekend bucked the trend.  One (surprise!) no-helmet motorcyclist arrived in traumatic cardiac arrest and was already too far gone.  A second MCC victim arrived with a nasty forehead hematoma and amnesia.  One drug deal gone bad led to three gun shot wounds the chest, while an altercation outside a club resulted in a mere single GSW to the foot.

At least the second motorcyclist had on gloves and a proper winter jacket, if not a helmet.  Otherwise he may have caught a cold.