Last Tuesday, I found myself in the Emergency Room, wretching and doubled over with chest pain. I had no time to disarm, and frankly, I had other things on my mind. I was carrying IWB. No one noticed. They determined that I was dealing with an acute gallstone attack, and gave me some wonderful drugs. I went to sleep. Sometime later, an RPD officer woke me and said, "Sir, is this your gun?" I said it was, and that I had a CCW. He looked at my ID and permit, nodded, and said, "I will secure this in the Security Office for you. You can pick it up when you are discharged. I'm leaving a receipt with your things." I think I responded, but all I know for sure is that I lost consciousness, again.
Anyway, it was locked in a locker in the Security Office, and waiting for me when I went to collect it. No one batted an eye. I was pleased with the way the situation was handled. No cause for panic or alarm. Everyone was polite and professional. After I passed out, they were getting me ready for x-rays, when they found my pistol. They called security, which contacted an RPD officer who happened to be at the ER, and he spoke with me, cleared the weapon, and collected my pistol and magazines for safekeeping.
Initially, I was incapacitated by the pain. Later, I was incapacitated by drugs before I had time to think about it. This is something to think about and prepare for. We've had several questions about what happens when you receive emergency medical care. I thought you might be interested to hear what actually happened, in this case.
End result: I took my pistol home on Wednesday, and returned Thursday morning to have my gallbladder removed. I returned to work, this afternoon.
