20250206-2355. Yesterday, we had a nice experience at our local ER. We made it in time before the waiting area was filled-up. From 15:24 to 20:00 PST, we had the opportunity to visit our local ER for the VERY first time.
I wanted to unload my dad but we couldn’t find parking and I didn’t wanna clog the unloading passenger zone or leave my dad unattended. So we parked at a well-lighted area were two vehicles appeared to have homeless folks hanging around. I parked to the right of a vehicle which had a material covering the opened driver’s side window. But I wasn’t caring for our location as I had to walked my dad towards the front entrance, which was located off-right because the waiting room was to the left or middle of the structure.
We came to a cozy lobby which was NOT too shabby and was greeted by a black guy who scanned us front and back with the wave of his black wand and inquired what I had in my fanny pack bag and plastic folder pouch – first me and then my dad.
Then he kindly directed us towards the shorter blue-eyed guy behind a computer. But I saw how other visitors scanned their CDL at two high-tech scanners. The reason for the scanner wand is because the location is EAST SIDE. I do NOT know the people or area all that much but I kinda sorta know what are the gang territories, which would explain why our corner house is targeted.
That’s why these damned Orientals thinks is Little Asia when it’s still Chicano-land. That’s all I have to say.
Yeah, so the shorter blue-eyed guy had to let my dad sit-down hear him as I mentioned to him that this was our first time visiting our local ER. I think the system already had him on the list to visit the place despite my dad’s refusal for emergency ambulatory services.
I heard my dad’s name being called several times. And I could see how cool, calm and collected these new batches of workers operate. I feel like the batches of me and my dad’s generation are, shall we say, “low-tech” and the new batches are faster and more “liberal”.
So the two PA’s on-site were ready to “call-it”. But first on shorter PA tested my dad and assessed his health. He was asked normal questions of who, where, what. He replied correctly. He was slower to respond to closing his eye while touching his nose and the PA’s finger repeatedly, thought. He was instructed to show his teeth and smile.
(Off-topic: For some reason, my telepathic interconnectedness is NOT too shabby despite NOT really hearing anything from anybody: this is my spiritual handicap. But I did sense that THEY were testing if he had stroke without stating that obviously aloud to the patient/victim and or family member/caregiver.)
Then he got his gurney ride by a nicely-maintained salt-and-pepper beared short guy to get his EKG first and then a whole-body CT scan without contrast, which is probably the normal procedure for someone who fainted and has fallen.
With my dad already hooked to the O2 sensor and blood pressure cuff/Telemetry, we just waited for the three bottles of blood and radiology results. Naqib couldn’t find the elbow area veins twice and had to use the smaller right forearm veins for the three blood draw. (The syringes were PLASTIC and NOT the normal/routing GLASS vials with some materials located at the bottom of these tubes!)
(I really should have been a nurse, which was my first career choice after my mommy. But my big brain/huge head couldn’t retain data due to information overload. My discipline simply was NOT programmed. Sheesh.)
I have to recount our experiences through this blog. Because during my high-stress and other distraction, I forgot both my dad’s dumb phone and my smartphone. (This was the second time this happened this month. The first time was dad’s dental visit with a new dentist last Friday.) Without my smartphone, I couldn’t take complimentary photos of our ER visit. And that’s okay due to privacy issues. At least we got a room; while others were still waiting when we left the building after I signed-off on/around 20:01 PST. Sheesh.
Naqib N 0 0 n was our nurse. He was a tall dark-skinned guy. I would like more male nurses than females for some strange reason. This is good for male patients, especially when my dad had to use the plastic latrine. The male nurse was standing behind my dad while I assisted. This is due to liabilities of falling on-site.
Juliet Y u a n was our MD. She was shorter and quick to explain. I guess THEY agreed with me when I opened big-mouth via one of those incoming spiritualized thoughts and mentioned to the emergency room triage group that this is probably due to vagus nerve. I said the same thing to the SJFD. I must be stupid enough to say things aloud for some strange reason.
Even with my hearing aide on, I could NOT hear the taller whitish blond streak-haired female walk into dad’s room with her thick rubber shoes and to turn off the alarm to the monitor. That’s how loud the speakers were while I wearing my hearing aides.
And so like back in October 30, 2010, the day before All Hallows Eve, my dad had the same SYNCOPE episode. I guess I projected my prayers too strongly or he was just grieving over the last of his uncles or brothers of his mother.
Fast forward to February 5th (which was probably around the time of doing hard-core black magic witching sabbath superstitious belief practices), my dad got caught up/another dose with these powerful fainting “SPELLS”.
It’s a good thing that AllFather got my dad’s back and mine, I guess/hope.
After waiting to sign off 20:00 the tall dark-skinned nurse guy wheeled my dad to the the passenger loading zone. The blue wheelchair was weird because my dad didn’t know how to sit into the stick transporter chair and plopped down at the same time of trying to put his feet on these weird foot rest with were two opened rectangular bars. I was too slow to propped the foot rest upward. The room was THAT small – enough for one gurney on the left side of my dad and the pathway to the computers above his head and to his right where I sat. The opening was at his feet proper with the nurses’ stations straight ahead.
The nurse instructed me to get the car and to take the left because I didn’t know where the emergency waiting room was located. I walked briskly into the cool night, passed underneath the brightly lit pole light, followed the inclined driveway downward along the curb and up the slightly higher than normal two slabs of concrete meant to divide the ER structure from another structure and towards the parking lot where we parked underneath a super-brightly lit area.
I saw overhead our complimentary copter making sure we were okay. And so I powered up the MB E430, turned on my cheap mini clip-on camera facing forward only, buckled up, reversed and headed back to the front of the ER room passenger loading zone.
So with my dad waiting at the passenger loading zone, the black folks in their black “boat” car blocked my path ahead of me at an inclined where I kept the brakes applied to my dad “CheDeng”. Three young black folks left the ER and while they left the scene my dad was still shaking and shivering from being cold due to wearing only his cyan gray-blue (the same Default color found on this web design builder platform) shorts and white Hanes or Fruit-of-the-Loom T-shirt) and thick black jacket with hood.
And that’s how our experience at our local ER for the VERY first time the worked out. The process was prioritized properly and the personnel staff members were professional, cool, calm but quick and collected. I have faith in “liberals” and humanity for all I care.
Thanks for the services and to AllFather, of course. End of status report 20250207-0049 PST.
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