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3 in a row tonight, now.
EMS brings me 85-95 year old independently dwelling female for "generalized weakness" that wants to be admitted because she "is too weak to walk". One was diagnosed with COVID a few days ago; afebrile, not hypoxic, totally great.
One was supposed to go to rehab today, but for reasons unclear to everyone, couldn't go (BONUS: brings the entire folder of paperwork from her recent admission at hospital somewhere the hell else, where she was admitted for suspected hip fracture and no hip fracture), and one simply "doesn't feel like walking so far in case she has to go pee".
Discharged. Discharged. Discharged. They generally come with family who say things like: "BuT hOw iS sHe GoInG to gEt To tHe BaThRooM? CaN't yOu JuSt ADMIT HeR?!"
No. We are at 120% capacity. We have hall boarders stacked in the ER. Go home. Go fight with your insurer and the rehab facility tomorrow. We're not a hotel. I can't just admit you because you want to check in. Family members will protest that "they can't pick her up!", but there's not a physically fit one amongst them. All of them with their giant bellies and fat legs with fat rolls folding down over their knee and ankle joints. Fat. Fat. Fat. FAT. FAAAAT. Fat. Fat. Fat.
These seniors. They want to live a cushy life, but then don't want to be told that they're soft.
Come on in, hardened Chinese soldiers. The slaughter will be easy.
EMS brings me 85-95 year old independently dwelling female for "generalized weakness" that wants to be admitted because she "is too weak to walk". One was diagnosed with COVID a few days ago; afebrile, not hypoxic, totally great.
One was supposed to go to rehab today, but for reasons unclear to everyone, couldn't go (BONUS: brings the entire folder of paperwork from her recent admission at hospital somewhere the hell else, where she was admitted for suspected hip fracture and no hip fracture), and one simply "doesn't feel like walking so far in case she has to go pee".
Discharged. Discharged. Discharged. They generally come with family who say things like: "BuT hOw iS sHe GoInG to gEt To tHe BaThRooM? CaN't yOu JuSt ADMIT HeR?!"
No. We are at 120% capacity. We have hall boarders stacked in the ER. Go home. Go fight with your insurer and the rehab facility tomorrow. We're not a hotel. I can't just admit you because you want to check in. Family members will protest that "they can't pick her up!", but there's not a physically fit one amongst them. All of them with their giant bellies and fat legs with fat rolls folding down over their knee and ankle joints. Fat. Fat. Fat. FAT. FAAAAT. Fat. Fat. Fat.
These seniors. They want to live a cushy life, but then don't want to be told that they're soft.
Come on in, hardened Chinese soldiers. The slaughter will be easy.