In my last post, I described how much fun it was to fall down and lie helplessly on an asphalt parking lot, freezing and enduring the searing pain striking my body over and over like the fangs of an angry cobra. And I described the strange foreboding that caused me to find things I had to do before I could leave the house.
There is no point in describing the pain in any further detail; everyone knows about pain. But I did want to comment on a few things I found out during my medical adventure, good, bad. and just odd. The Ambulance and Paramedics: Have you ever been taken to a hospital in an ambulance before? This was my first experience. The accident occurred very near to the hospital, so the ambulance was there in just minutes. There were two paramedics, a male and a female, both young, and both very pleasant. They made sure I was conscious and breathing, and asked me questions; What is your name, did you lose consciousness at any time, where is the pain, does this hurt (YES), do you think you can stand up (NO). They were very careful picking me up and putting me onto the gurney, and then slid me into the ambulance like eggs into a pan. The female paramedic drove the ambulance, and the male stayed in back with me. He kept checking my blood pressure, pulse and oxygen levels and asked more questions to determine where the pain was coming from, legs, hip – I wasn’t much help because the pain engulfed my whole midsection; I didn’t know where it started or ended. He gave me an injection of painkiller. If he told me what it was, I don’t remember. I was kind of in a daze and noticed I could see everything very clearly through the back window of the ambulance. I could tell where we were, and could see all the traffic behind us, especially the car immediately following. If you are ever in a car following an ambulance, know that the people inside can see every move you make. It’s just like looking at a lighted screen, so don’t pick your nose or scratch your privates. Just a friendly little paranormal tip.
Amid chaos, find serenity in your mind
The Emergency Room was chaos. People everywhere, walking, wheeling carts around, lying on a gurney like me, lost-looking relatives standing around, technicians scurrying here and there with equipment, people on computers, some policemen striding purposefully in and out of rooms, medical staff flirting and joking with one another. There were no rooms (a room being a curtained-off cubicle lining each side of the ER). My paramedics stayed with me as I lay on the gurney waiting for a room. Other occupied gurneys jockeyed for position as more and more came in. The paramedics played a game of moving back and forth to allow passage of people and equipment. It made me think of Victorian dance movements, up and back, step forward, bow and turn, step back. The pain injection was obviously working.
We were there in the long hallway for hours. I did ask my male paramedic why they were still there, and he explained that when someone was transported by the paramedics, they had to stay with the patient until the patient was admitted or examined and released, or otherwise signed off from the care of the paramedics.I was astonished to hear this. No wonder ambulance bills are outrageously high. What a waste of time! I looked around the hallway to see at least five or six other gurneys, each with two attendants standing by. How many man-hours are wasted? What’s wrong with these people that they can’t figure out a more efficient system? Everybody who complains about the high cost of medical care, please take a good look at this! I have vented. Thank you, I feel better.
I think it was five or six hours that I waited to be assigned to a room. The nurses made me comfortable and gave me more pain medication. A person from Admitting came and gave me a stack of papers to sign. Somewhat dazed and very tired, I signed everything. I was later taken to X-Ray. It seemed dark and cold there, and I wanted to go back to my warm bed. At last, the doctor came with X-Ray films in hand. He told me I had a broken pelvis. I asked him if it was just sort of a hairline break, and he said, “Sorry, no. It’s a full pelvic fracture. Wish I had better news.” Back in my room, I rested and waited for the doctor. He had looked at the films and told me that with the type of fracture I had, there was nothing the hospital could do to treat it. Braces or surgery were not indicated, it would just take time to heal. The doctor said he would send me to a rehab facility for “a day or two” to help me with walking and getting back on my feet. I asked to go home and look into the rehab situation later. He informed me that I had already signed up for the rehab. Comment (or complaint) Number 2 about medical care: It does not seem right to have a patient sign a lot of consent forms when they are injured, dazed, tired and under the influence of pain medication. There must be a better way! Oh, by the way: I found out that If you are transported by ambulance from one facility to another on a non-emergency basis, your insurance most likely will not cover any part of your ambulance bill. It’s all yours, and you signed admission papers agreeing to it.
The worst part of all: The Rehab Facility. Essentially not having been given a choice, I was transported again by ambulance to a rehab facility. I will not name it, but I guess I could call it Hell. I was sent there for therapy to help me walk and get back on my feet, but instead, I was confined to a bed and not allowed to even go to the bathroom unless I was accompanied by a nurse. It was shortly after Thanksgiving, and the rehab therapists were few and far between. I languished in bed, receiving no physical therapy. When I wanted to go home, the administrator threatened me. He said, “I decide when you go home, not you. And if you give me any trouble about being released now or in the future, I will make sure your insurance denies payment for your entire stay here.” I cannot comment further on the nightmare treatment at the rehab center. Don’t get me wrong; I am very grateful to have the medical care provided to citizens of the United States. I appreciate my doctors and the excellent care they provide. But I ran across the bad apple. It happens.
Visions and Sounds of rain are the best meditation devices for me. Yours may be quite different; a beach or music, perhaps.
I had to spend a lot of time in bed, so I used some of the time for meditation. I think it saved my sanity. Also, I began to get small flashes from people I did not know who needed advice or help. I have put a few of my replies on Twitter. I do want to clarify that I am not a psychic or a medium. I do have well-developed intuitive senses which I have come by naturally and have cultivated over a long period of time. So if you need advice or guidance on some matter, I might be able to help.
You could contact me on PsychicFlashes.com or: CarnationsReturn@SweetNan1. Any service or advice I may be able to provide would be entirely free. My blog is not for business purposes, nor is my Twitter account. They are just for fun and to provide an outlet for my need to write. Thank you for joining me on my blog and on Twitter. I appreciate your interest, and hope you will return. In my next post, we will be back with matters of the paranormal