TRUTH IN HEALTHCARE REVISITED IV

AMBULACE RIDE

i was to be transferred from the hospital to the rehab facility by ambulance. they were late. distressed and unhappy about that stay at the hospital and with the quack doctor assigned to me suicide started to be an option. one more minute in this f'en place might push me over the edge.

the doctor was trying out various vender gadgets and crazy ideas on me presumably because i was dying anyway. finally i put a stop to his quackery. being so unhappy and sick i was toying with the idea of jumping through the window and down from the 10th floor. the window appeared very sturdy and the whole suicide plan suddenly didn't seem to be a very good idea. oh well-forget it.

while i was still alive (but not screaming) the ambulance arrived late of course. scary but interesting was when they let me off the bed i found that i could not hold my own weight. the driver had to hold me up. finally while i was cheering the gurney was pushed out of the building up the ambulance ramp into the compartment. i was happier even though the driver didn't seem to miss a pothole on the way to the rehab facility. ethnic radio music filled the vehicle. it started off ok but gradually i developed a loathing for it.

when he was about to leave i said, "i hope you don't miss any potholes on the way back".

saved, saved, saved. the bed was comfortable with all the appropriate bedding. excellent food was served. the room was large and tastefully decorated. life may not be perfect but it was better.

yes i know you just don't care. move on down the line.

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