I posted a few days ago thanking LEO. Today. Fire fighters. Emt. Paramedics. I appreciate your unbiased saving graces for us in need at all hours of the day. I encourage (without detail) the green screen to do something for the FD this coming week. Food. Thanks. Hand shake. Money etc. Lets give a little for another amazing group of people willing to give everything.
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Your message couldn’t be more timely for me and my family, Mr. Lee.
Recently, my father, who lives in Bryan, fell and could not get up. By the time I got there, he was exhibiting some unusual symptoms that appeared to me to be neurological, but non-specific. We called 911, and both Bryan FD and EMS responded. As they were loading him into the ambulance, I specifically instructed them to take my father to Baylor Scott & White (for specific reasons I won’t bore you with). And while, in most cases, i am very intolerant of my “very specific instructions” being ignored, these professionals determined my dad was suffering from a stroke and took him to a different hospital—one with a Joint Commission certified stroke unit.
The fire department personnel, who had no other duties once my dad was loaded into the ambulance, drove back to the house, informed us that EMS made the call to take him to the stroke unit, and offered to lead us there (knowing that I was from out of town).
It appears to me that, on a regular basis, these first responders go above and beyond the parameters of their job descriptions to offer care and comfort to others in their moments of crisis. It takes a special kind of person to do this. They are truly “angels who walk among us.”
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Originally posted by ThisLadyHunts View PostYour message couldn’t be more timely for me and my family, Mr. Lee.
Recently, my father, who lives in Bryan, fell and could not get up. By the time I got there, he was exhibiting some unusual symptoms that appeared to me to be neurological, but non-specific. We called 911, and both Bryan FD and EMS responded. As they were loading him into the ambulance, I specifically instructed them to take my father to Baylor Scott & White (for specific reasons I won’t bore you with). And while, in most cases, i am very intolerant of my “very specific instructions” being ignored, these professionals determined my dad was suffering from a stroke and took him to a different hospital—one with a Joint Commission certified stroke unit.
The fire department personnel, who had no other duties once my dad was loaded into the ambulance, drove back to the house, informed us that EMS made the call to take him to the stroke unit, and offered to lead us there (knowing that I was from out of town).
It appears to me that, on a regular basis, these first responders go above and beyond the parameters of their job descriptions to offer care and comfort to others in their moments of crisis. It takes a special kind of person to do this. They are truly “angels who walk among us.”
Prayers. I hope he is recovering and doing better. Long road ahead after a stroke event.
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Originally posted by Big Lee View PostPrayers. I hope he is recovering and doing better. Long road ahead after a stroke event.
Thank you for your kind words.
Miraculously, he’s doing amazingly well considering the severity of the stroke, but it’s been an unexpectedly strenuous journey for my sisters and me. With the medical community in crisis over the shortage of nurses and medical techs, one of us had to be with him around-the-clock for a month as, in his state of mind, he could not advocate for himself.
In addition to caring for a “paranoid delusional insomniac who thought he had to urinate every 7 to 9 minutes,” I had concerns about the protocols for the treatment of stroke victims at the rehab facility to which he was admitted (lack of cutting-edge medical in a small town), I’ve spent most of the last eight weeks educating myself about stroke protocols, Medicare, TriCare, and the VA. I’ve evolved into a woman possessed…a woman on a mission…one with just enough knowledge to be dangerous and just enough sleep deprivation to be bat-s**t crazy. Like giving a loaded gun to a two-year-old, somebody’s bound to get dead once this is all over with.
The whole experience has been very overwhelming and completely consuming. Nevertheless, I drove back to town this evening just so I can drag my a** out of bed in the morning at “zero-dark-thirty” to go sit at a tank and not shoot at anything (fewer and fewer birds each year, for whatever reason)…all because, as my husband says, “It’s just not the same without you…”
But that’s me. I’m just that kinda girl.
I’m done now. Thanks for listening.
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