Kind of a grab-bag today, running the gamut from epic win to mild fail.
My partner and I just saved a woman from committing suicide by strangulation by bra/drowning in an irrigation ditch.
This necessitated us grabbing her from said ditch, which she did not take kindly to, so she fought.
Said ditch runs through residential areas, carrying the drainage from the reclaimed marsh/swampland. Oh, and the assorted detritus that such a fixture accumulates when passing through residential areas.
After we got her secured and calmed down, then transported to the hospital for evaluation, it was time for a change of clothes/shower. This was when my partner realised his hand wasn't working any more. Apparently, when she was fighting with us, she managed to break his wrist somehow.
So, yeah. Life save, wrist broken, uniform besmirched with sludge. I love this job. *grins*