Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire do you know of anyone who went to the hospital, that wasn't rushed there?

Mostly Mexicans in the waiting room.

Had a Uncle drove himself to ER. He told them he didn't know all he should know about what was going on? They put him in intensive care. He was having a stroke.

multiple surgeries later, yep. never had to do the E-room for myself though. others a few times. kids, drunk friends, etc.

Yes, 8 1/2 weeks ago I walked into an emergency room with chest pain. On vacation away from home naturally. 3 days later I had open heart surgery, double bypass. 8 days later my daughter drove me 600 miles home, quite an experience. Not one I want to relive,Thanks to God I am doing well now

Rode the Ambulance once when I had my heatstroke about 20 years ago.
As I was coming to during the ride, I heard the EMT say “he has no pulse and no blood pressure” 😬

Yep. Mostly fuggin wetbacks here. You can’t get in to see a Dr. unless your dying 😡

I'd quit going to the hospital then!

Several years ago I caught some flu-thing and in 5 hours went from feeling fine to having fluid coming out of every orifice at high speed. My wife's and RN, took one look at me on the throne with the bucket and said going to the ER. All I could muster was OK. Told her to slow down and quit hitting every bump on the way or I was going to have stuff running down my leg.

I got all jacked up with back cramps a couple of years ago and couldn't get out of the bed. My wife got tired of listening to me holler and called an ambulance. I couldn't make it to the car to be driven,...and even if I had,..I couldn't sit down in it and get back up.

I was hurting bad,...bad like *BAD!*,..but I knew it wasn't going to kill me.

I told the ambulance driver that he didn't need to take any chances getting me to the hospital.

So yeah,....I've been taken to the hospital and it wasn't rushed.

The cemetery is full of people who should have been rushed to the hospital. At least once a week someone would drive to my firehouse with a relative circling the drain pleading for a quick ride to the hospital. The trick is knowing what is serious and what isn’t. Most civilians unfortunately don’t know.

After hurricane Katrina i was working on my Grandfather's house on the bedroom closet.

Had the frame on the floor when the nail gun had a hangfire and did a double tap into my index and middle finger on the left hand.

Well i tried to pull them out myself but the glue had a hold on me.

Knowing i had about 35 minutes or so before they really went to hurting i went to the Red Cross station not far from the house.

Thought several of the ladies were going to faint.
Everyone kept asking about the pain.

Well i got in my truck and drove down to the hospital and they were so worried about me making it one of the folks there followed me.

When the girl at the desk asked how she could help me i asked for nail removal,thought she was going to faint.
She went and got the DR. and i tried to get him to get them out but not cut my deerskin gloves off,they were brand new.

Had fun the whole time there.

The next day i was back at work on the house.

With a different nail gun.

After getting routed to a voice mailbox TWICE by the same operator whose job it was to monitor a chest pain hotline, I decided to take myself to the closest hospital. I locked the doors of my shop, drove about 10 miles at a normal rate of speed, cruised around the lot until I found a parking space, and walked into the ER. 30 minutes later I was in the cath lab getting a stent! Thar "bite of hot chili" it felt like I couldn't swallow was actually a blocked coronary artery. The car I was driving that day is parked out in the hayfield, and the half pack of Winston Lights I put in the console before entering the hospital is still there- - - - - -that was almost 25 years ago. If I ever feel like I REALLY need another smoke, I know right where to look!
Jerry

About 6 years ago i had a regular appointment with my Doc.

Drove myself there.

When they were taking blood pressure/heart rate/oxygen lvls,they thought 4 of their machines were faulty.

Seems that i was having a heart attack they called SVT.

Didn't hurt but it felt like i was running a long race and losing.

They put me in a wheel chair and would not let me walk to the hospital even it was only a short walk down the connected hallway.
I told them that i drove myself but no go.
Stayed there from 8.30 to about 7.00 that evening.

What a day.

Several times. A knock on the head, wife drove me. Busted foot motocross racing, scheduled ankle, two knee scopes a knee replacement, the wife drove me every time.

[color:#FFFFFF][/color]Guesstimating back over 33 years in the fire/EMS field we probably averaged around 1600 patients year out of the stationed I worked. Of that, maybe 2-3 per week were taken to hospital on the red lights and sirens. All the rest were driven in as if going to the store for milk and bread. A good 85% of the calls EMS go on do not require an ambulance ride, one will do just as well in the family sedan. That is the nature of sickness and injury- very little is life threatening but people ave been scared into believing anything out of the ordinary is going to kill not only them but the next three generations forward and back.

I've been to the ER several times, all but three I drove myself. One of those times I probably should not have drove but it worked out. I've gone in twice by ambulance, only once was necessary, the other was to cover my employer's liability. The first was indeed an emergency, I would have bled out if not on red lights and siren. The other I was driven normally feeling it was a waste of a $2000+ on a taxi ride.

Very few things that I would want an ambulance called for me. I can be to the emergency room long before the ambulance (or Police) gets to my house. One of the things about living in the country. miles

I had to have a buddy drive me 275 miles from the deer lease on a Friday to get home. My fiance then took me to the ER where I sat and sat and sat. Finally, she went up to the intake clerk and told her I was having chest pains. I wasn't, but I didn't know she said that. Next thing I know they are wheeling me into a triage room and hooking me up to an EKG. I tried to tell them there wasn't a damn thing wrong with my heart, that the pain was much lower but they didn't care. Finally, they ran some more tests and figured out my gall bladder was fugged up and gangrenous. They said the surgeon would be in first thing in the morning and they were gonna take it out. Fuggin surgeon didn't even show up until about 3 PM Saturday. He said it was a good thing I decided to come back because I might not have made it had I waited.

I hear our dispatch sending out EMS all the time for stupid schitt like a headache, a back ache, and other minor crap. People need to drive themselves unless its and emeergency.

Probably most go to the hospital as elective--surgeries, various studies, treatments.

I have gone to a hospital for diagnostic tests and procedures where I I had an appointment. Maybe where I waited a week or two.

my kid had cellulitis from an abrasion on her knee when she was at a HS event 150 miles from home, had been stewing for two days by the time we got there.

I took one look at it and drove directy to the ED nearest home, after IV rx and surgery she got out after 4-5 days, and was lucky it wasn't a MRSA strain