TallTom
Registered
I see sick people daily. You get used to the maladies and circumstances they have after awhile. You don't get cold, you just get acclimated.
I'm not going to say anything meant to be unkind to anyone I'm about to discuss. Everyone has their side of the problem they face. I'm not trying to disrespect anyone here I discuss.
Late last week I got an off the schedule will call request for a transport. From a regular hospital customer but a what I assumed, was a new employee as you get used to to the names. I asked the particulars as always. We need to know some particulars always.
40 YO male. Bi palegic. Double amputee below the knee. Provide our chair. Transport to his vehicle. I decided to take this one myself.
So I'm thinking RV, boat etc. I just figured she was new.
I arrive on time. He wasn't ready. So I grabbed a quick bite. We deploy the ramp in the loading zone so security doesn't ticket us for parking in a loading zone illegally.
So I come back around the corner to find them trying to load the dude up in the van hurriedly.
I'm like Yo What The Hell!??!
Oh well we saw the van and figured you were mad because we ran late. Just trying to help you out.
Yeah....no... you guys know protocol, you can't load what's not your property.
I recognize Mike who was the internal transport manager.
Mike. WTH man. You know better.
He was like Oh Tom, man I didn't know you were taking transports. Tom, I'm sorry he's IC. We were told to make sure he's gone. I knew he didn't like what he was doing either in that moment!
IC means Indigent Care (Can't pay). IC has to have medical care rendered by law.
Mike dude......I just shook my head. Guys back him off my ramp, I haven't taken responsibility yet.
Now I've got 3 guys, the IC and me making a scene at the entrance to the hospital.
I squat down.
Freshly bandaged stumps. No Prosthetics.
Are you Mr Zxcvgh?
Yes.
Alright I'm here to transport you. Are you in pain?
No.
Are you able to give me arm strength?
Yes.
Where am I taking you?
I don't know was his response.
We have to sort of evaluate for mental health issues.
Can you tell me your birthday?
He did.
Your brothers name please?
He did.
Can you tell me the date?
He looked at his wristband and complied.
So he's mentally good and lucid to speak with.
Are you homeless?
Yes.
Can you tell me how you got here?
Yes ambulance.
I said OK Mike I'll figure this out. He said quietly, I'm sorry about this Tom.
They couldn't leave fast enough!!!!!
So I know something is up but not sure what yet. I just took responsibility.
I get him all tied down and secured.
I do a little interview now.
He had been in hospital for 6 weeks.
I said, Usually with fresh amputations they send you to rehab.
I lost them 2 years ago.
Where did they pick you up at?
My car.
Is that where you live.
Yes.
Alright you OK if we go back to there?
He shook his head no.
Why not?
Because I'm living in filth and that is how I got the infection.
I hear stories so I'm still hesitant to believe this.
I said sir here is what I'm going to do. I have to take you where I was instructed. I can't help you until I do my part.
He told me where it was.
The car had been parked for 6 weeks and was still there.
I have seen a LOT of disgusting things in my life. A LOT.
The inside of his car was way worse than anything I was prepared for.
Alright Sir here is what I need you to say if asked. I'm going to help you, but if asked, you are going to tell anyone who ask you that your car wasn't here. Because the hospital will get a transport report and I am going to revise the destination.
It took me 4 hours to get him placed in a group home. But it took me a few stops to do it. I begin to ask more as we were waiting along the way.
He got shot while on the job as an A/C tech. In the back. Severed his spine. He was 38 years old at the time.
Due to his lack of feeling in his extremities, he couldn't feel the infection when it started. And he couldn't provide personal care very easily. By the time he realized he was in trouble he was already in a staph infection. They removed both his legs. He had enough $$ saved to go 2.5 years. When that ran out he had to rely on his car.
He had been living in his own filth for 4 months. With no legs. No wheelchair. No nothing.
One second he's at work minding his business, the next he's effed.
The hospitals aren't in business to render free housing. He has no family. No $$. So they have to make chyttie decisions.
Dear God my Busa folks. Don't ever think nothing bad can happen to you. Don't ever think you'll get through tough times. You have no grasp of what tough can be. Don't ever take for granted how blessed we are to be able to come here and biotch at digital family.
And let me tell you what, the charity group homes are NOT where you want to end up!
It is a primitive way to live.
And he's a young man.
I'd rather shoot myself!!!!
Please I may not ever meet any of your sorry arses, but I wouldn't wish his circumstances on anyone. It's not just him alone. He needs round the clock care from several people all the time.
I'm a pretty tough guy. But that one kept me up for a few nights.
I also reached out to the hospital and summarized. They have to do better. They'd literally dump him on the curb if they could figure out how to.
I'm not going to say anything meant to be unkind to anyone I'm about to discuss. Everyone has their side of the problem they face. I'm not trying to disrespect anyone here I discuss.
Late last week I got an off the schedule will call request for a transport. From a regular hospital customer but a what I assumed, was a new employee as you get used to to the names. I asked the particulars as always. We need to know some particulars always.
40 YO male. Bi palegic. Double amputee below the knee. Provide our chair. Transport to his vehicle. I decided to take this one myself.
So I'm thinking RV, boat etc. I just figured she was new.
I arrive on time. He wasn't ready. So I grabbed a quick bite. We deploy the ramp in the loading zone so security doesn't ticket us for parking in a loading zone illegally.
So I come back around the corner to find them trying to load the dude up in the van hurriedly.
I'm like Yo What The Hell!??!
Oh well we saw the van and figured you were mad because we ran late. Just trying to help you out.
Yeah....no... you guys know protocol, you can't load what's not your property.
I recognize Mike who was the internal transport manager.
Mike. WTH man. You know better.
He was like Oh Tom, man I didn't know you were taking transports. Tom, I'm sorry he's IC. We were told to make sure he's gone. I knew he didn't like what he was doing either in that moment!
IC means Indigent Care (Can't pay). IC has to have medical care rendered by law.
Mike dude......I just shook my head. Guys back him off my ramp, I haven't taken responsibility yet.
Now I've got 3 guys, the IC and me making a scene at the entrance to the hospital.
I squat down.
Freshly bandaged stumps. No Prosthetics.
Are you Mr Zxcvgh?
Yes.
Alright I'm here to transport you. Are you in pain?
No.
Are you able to give me arm strength?
Yes.
Where am I taking you?
I don't know was his response.
We have to sort of evaluate for mental health issues.
Can you tell me your birthday?
He did.
Your brothers name please?
He did.
Can you tell me the date?
He looked at his wristband and complied.
So he's mentally good and lucid to speak with.
Are you homeless?
Yes.
Can you tell me how you got here?
Yes ambulance.
I said OK Mike I'll figure this out. He said quietly, I'm sorry about this Tom.
They couldn't leave fast enough!!!!!
So I know something is up but not sure what yet. I just took responsibility.
I get him all tied down and secured.
I do a little interview now.
He had been in hospital for 6 weeks.
I said, Usually with fresh amputations they send you to rehab.
I lost them 2 years ago.
Where did they pick you up at?
My car.
Is that where you live.
Yes.
Alright you OK if we go back to there?
He shook his head no.
Why not?
Because I'm living in filth and that is how I got the infection.
I hear stories so I'm still hesitant to believe this.
I said sir here is what I'm going to do. I have to take you where I was instructed. I can't help you until I do my part.
He told me where it was.
The car had been parked for 6 weeks and was still there.
I have seen a LOT of disgusting things in my life. A LOT.
The inside of his car was way worse than anything I was prepared for.
Alright Sir here is what I need you to say if asked. I'm going to help you, but if asked, you are going to tell anyone who ask you that your car wasn't here. Because the hospital will get a transport report and I am going to revise the destination.
It took me 4 hours to get him placed in a group home. But it took me a few stops to do it. I begin to ask more as we were waiting along the way.
He got shot while on the job as an A/C tech. In the back. Severed his spine. He was 38 years old at the time.
Due to his lack of feeling in his extremities, he couldn't feel the infection when it started. And he couldn't provide personal care very easily. By the time he realized he was in trouble he was already in a staph infection. They removed both his legs. He had enough $$ saved to go 2.5 years. When that ran out he had to rely on his car.
He had been living in his own filth for 4 months. With no legs. No wheelchair. No nothing.
One second he's at work minding his business, the next he's effed.
The hospitals aren't in business to render free housing. He has no family. No $$. So they have to make chyttie decisions.
Dear God my Busa folks. Don't ever think nothing bad can happen to you. Don't ever think you'll get through tough times. You have no grasp of what tough can be. Don't ever take for granted how blessed we are to be able to come here and biotch at digital family.
And let me tell you what, the charity group homes are NOT where you want to end up!
It is a primitive way to live.
And he's a young man.
I'd rather shoot myself!!!!
Please I may not ever meet any of your sorry arses, but I wouldn't wish his circumstances on anyone. It's not just him alone. He needs round the clock care from several people all the time.
I'm a pretty tough guy. But that one kept me up for a few nights.
I also reached out to the hospital and summarized. They have to do better. They'd literally dump him on the curb if they could figure out how to.
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