Toronto Paramedics and Japanese Washing Grains
Toronto Paramedics – Japanese Washing Grains
Well , I recently had need to use 911 and Toronto’s ambulance services. Except that there was no medical emergency. Just a lot of foolishness and embarrassment.
This happened last month. One night mid week I was whisked away to hospital and returned in a few hours. It was my quickest trip to a hospital in Canada ever.
The full gory details of my “trip” shall be told later.
At around 9 p.m, I called 911 on the phone.
They came in an hour. I could hear my daughter’s voice in the background.
They informed her, “he seems to have had a stroke !” So she had to educate them about how ataxia resembles a stroke but is really not. The paramedic argued with her that ataxia does look like a stroke.
(Anyway for the educational segment, look for these signs….)
The paramedics were convinced I was having a stroke and refused to listen to my daughter.They did not bother to ask me, the hero of the moment, what was happening. If they had even once tried to communicate with me, I would have told them that I was getting better and need not have been unceremoniously lugged to the hospital. Since they did not ask (and I was in full command of my faculties, LOL), I decided to have a bit of fun.
I dozed off and woke in the hospital.There my daughter was, sitting on a stool. Evidently The ambulance ride was over and I was in an Emergency Room. She came near and told me it was one o’ clock in the morning. I urged her to go home since it would be many hours before anything happened. However she was adamant she would not leave. Since the next day was a working day for her, I was anxious to get her home. I tried convincing her it was not yet time for her to collect my insurance, but she continued to wait, like “patience on a monument“.
So I resolved what every father should do – make sure she catches her 40 winks before the next working day. I tried every trick in the book to get her to leave, even borrowing stuff from Judge Judy(“…. my family has sent her with a new will”) and Jerry Springer (… she’s an impostor, a DNA test proves it ….”.
All to no avail – once they have you showing your ass to the world in a hospital gown, no easy escapes.
So, there I was – helpless in the midst of serious medical work presumably going on all around me. Somehow, when the doctor finally came, he had a chat with my daughter and I was proclaimed fit to leave. So in the morning, she had to flag down a cab to take me home. Another adventure as I had been separated from my BFF my wheelchair during the night. She had to physically drag me into the car (I think the cabbie helped, though he must have regretted that I don’t come with straps and handles).
Later I was telling my son the tale of that night. The system perhaps did not have his number and he was not summoned. I have promised him his share of the fun and games next time. After all, fair’s fair.
He tells me I should get her a thank you gift.
I don’t really mind except that this is going to ruin years of a fine balance in the family.
Some time in 1997 or 1998, my son had spent a whole Bahraini Dinar (approx $3) on buying her a gift. I think he got her this at the 500-fil shop (an Arab Dollar Store). This was a jar of Japanese washing grains.
For several years thereafter, my son refused to get her any more gifts. He always used to remind her of the 1998 gift. In fact we told her it was her gift for the entire 20th century.
For the 21st century, she has already been given her Washing Grains gift. In fact she was slightly upgraded and also got Body Butter in addition (There was a Buy One, Get One Free at Body Shop, but she need not know that !)
Which is why any suggestion of an additional gift is full of potential minefields. So maybe She can wait till New Year’s on 2199/2200 and get a new jar.
Of course, she can’t take too many baths during this century.