It's odd how they come in, droves of MVA's when a crash hasn't occurred in days, multiple difficulty breathings seemingly appearing from nowhere, as if a giant asthma cloud descends at once, which isn't altogether untrue, changes in atmospheric pressure, dew point, relative humidity and other meteorologist friendly terms contribute to mass illness. But its the surreal that intrigues me; the rash of stabbings, the series of shootings that plague the city following weeks of calm, the domestics that seem to come in packs-those are mysteries.
The full moon brings with it an increase in psych calls, I think. Maybe I'm effected by the lunar positioning and it only seems that way to me, but I don't think so. Folklore leans heavily on the mystique and allure of the heavenly cycle, and there is sometimes truth in folklore, just ask the lady who stopped to get gas and a deranged murderer snuck in her backseat, then murdered her and put her head on the roof of the car and cranked Boston's classic Don't Look Back as he drove through town, for three days before the police stopped him.
Flu-like symptoms seem to be the call du jour, and resources both on the transport and destination side of EMS are stretched thin. Contagious disease is possible, and taken for granted, why not contagious madness?
Ask the average citizen what he thinks about all of this and nine times out of ten you will be met with a blank stare, or ignored, or find yourself suddenly by yourself as the average citizen runs away from you. But ask a cop, or fireman, or doctor or nurse what they think of the cyclical nature of humanity and nine out of ten will tell you that there is something nutty in the air.