Preacherman
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I was discharged from hospital on Friday, having received spinal fusion surgery. Yesterday afternoon, I became aware that the wound was bleeding. Although I can't see my own back, and can't twist and turn near a mirror, it felt like a lot, and by late evening I'd soaked a couple of hand-towels with blood. So, I called up the emergency room, and they said to come in so that they could check it.
I arrived at the hospital at a few minutes after midnight (this morning), and found no assistants in the parking area. I tried to park in handicapped parking, a few yards from the entrance, only to be shooed away by the only security guard in evidence. He wasn't listening to my explanation of having 30+ stitches in my back, and needing two walking sticks for even limited mobility - my car didn't have a disabled licence-plate, so I could move or be towed. And no, he wouldn't call someone with a wheelchair to assist me.
Anyway, I parked a couple hundred yards away, and began the long, very slow trudge to the emergency-room entrance. As I did so, I passed between two small groups of individuals on either side of the parking driveway, each looking warily at the other, and with a few gang signs in evidence. They were calling mockingly to each other, and I wished strongly that I had a gun on me - but of course, such things are verboten on hospital premises. So, I had to walk in feeling rather vulnerable.
I got in to find that two gang types were being admitted, both bleeding profusely, and no-one saying a word about how they had got that way. (Later speculation from the cops was that they'd done it to each other. I must find them a good place to take knife-fighting classes - I hate seeing such poor workmanship! ). I duly reported in, displayed my bloodied bandages, and was told to sit down and wait. For the next forty-five minutes or so, while the gang types were being processed in, I watched events unfold outside.
The two groups grew to half-a-dozen or so each, all seemingly a bit inebriated, and making louder and louder catcalls and threatening gestures at each other. I called the security officer over and asked him what he was going to do about it. He (very rudely) told me to mind my own business, and that no intervention was necessary. I then asked him for his name and service identification, as I was about to call the local Chief Of Police (at home) and report his lack of co-operation. He "called my bluff" and said I was lying, and wouldn't even know where to call. His eyes got rather large when I pulled out my Federal LEO chaplain's identification and asked him whether he'd like to repeat his comments...
I eventually got a couple of patrol cars to come around, and this defused the situation fairly quickly, with most of the gangsta types getting into their cars and leaving. However, the incident still left me feeling very angry. An emergency room filled with people unable to defend themselves, either because of injury or illness, and/or because they had been legally disarmed on the premises, and a dozen or more gangsta types in the entrance area, making no secret of their animosity, with the real potential for a fight (possibly involving knives or guns) breaking out right there, right then - and an alleged "security guard" who was unarmed, whose circular dimension appeared to be rather greater than his vertical dimension, and who couldn't have given a damn about protecting anything or anybody!
Anyone else experienced anything similar? I felt very vulnerable and very naked last night, and I didn't enjoy the experience at all. I shall have to think of ways of protecting myself over the next few weeks, as stitches, dressings, etc. may need urgent attention again.
I arrived at the hospital at a few minutes after midnight (this morning), and found no assistants in the parking area. I tried to park in handicapped parking, a few yards from the entrance, only to be shooed away by the only security guard in evidence. He wasn't listening to my explanation of having 30+ stitches in my back, and needing two walking sticks for even limited mobility - my car didn't have a disabled licence-plate, so I could move or be towed. And no, he wouldn't call someone with a wheelchair to assist me.
Anyway, I parked a couple hundred yards away, and began the long, very slow trudge to the emergency-room entrance. As I did so, I passed between two small groups of individuals on either side of the parking driveway, each looking warily at the other, and with a few gang signs in evidence. They were calling mockingly to each other, and I wished strongly that I had a gun on me - but of course, such things are verboten on hospital premises. So, I had to walk in feeling rather vulnerable.
I got in to find that two gang types were being admitted, both bleeding profusely, and no-one saying a word about how they had got that way. (Later speculation from the cops was that they'd done it to each other. I must find them a good place to take knife-fighting classes - I hate seeing such poor workmanship! ). I duly reported in, displayed my bloodied bandages, and was told to sit down and wait. For the next forty-five minutes or so, while the gang types were being processed in, I watched events unfold outside.
The two groups grew to half-a-dozen or so each, all seemingly a bit inebriated, and making louder and louder catcalls and threatening gestures at each other. I called the security officer over and asked him what he was going to do about it. He (very rudely) told me to mind my own business, and that no intervention was necessary. I then asked him for his name and service identification, as I was about to call the local Chief Of Police (at home) and report his lack of co-operation. He "called my bluff" and said I was lying, and wouldn't even know where to call. His eyes got rather large when I pulled out my Federal LEO chaplain's identification and asked him whether he'd like to repeat his comments...
I eventually got a couple of patrol cars to come around, and this defused the situation fairly quickly, with most of the gangsta types getting into their cars and leaving. However, the incident still left me feeling very angry. An emergency room filled with people unable to defend themselves, either because of injury or illness, and/or because they had been legally disarmed on the premises, and a dozen or more gangsta types in the entrance area, making no secret of their animosity, with the real potential for a fight (possibly involving knives or guns) breaking out right there, right then - and an alleged "security guard" who was unarmed, whose circular dimension appeared to be rather greater than his vertical dimension, and who couldn't have given a damn about protecting anything or anybody!
Anyone else experienced anything similar? I felt very vulnerable and very naked last night, and I didn't enjoy the experience at all. I shall have to think of ways of protecting myself over the next few weeks, as stitches, dressings, etc. may need urgent attention again.