tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post6583894289513147372..comments2023-11-27T02:17:22.859-06:00Comments on The LawDog Files: Epiphany!LawDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05232684877582591461noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-71187500405150122082007-06-07T14:41:00.000-05:002007-06-07T14:41:00.000-05:00"'Dog; I'd have given you a kiss AND bought you di...<I>"'Dog; I'd have given you a kiss AND bought you dinner."</I><BR/><BR/><BR/>...You know, MonkeyG.... 'Dog's single these days...Matt Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03500429239798601210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-22895175832500474442007-06-06T19:54:00.000-05:002007-06-06T19:54:00.000-05:00'Dog; I'd have given you a kiss AND bought you din...'Dog; I'd have given you a kiss AND bought you dinner.<BR/><BR/>PS: Could I borrow your Taser? I've got a couple that just won't go away.......MonkeyGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-55432934013941237582007-06-06T19:22:00.001-05:002007-06-06T19:22:00.001-05:00Grumpy Unk is another blogger who posts about this...Grumpy Unk is another blogger who posts about this all the time. He's an ER nurse up north.<BR/>good post!Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02099808690177823190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-36245359198010715602007-06-06T19:22:00.000-05:002007-06-06T19:22:00.000-05:00The first time I had a nasty bout with kidney ston...The first time I had a nasty bout with kidney stones I had no idea what was wrong. I just knew that it hurt worse than anything, and something sure must be busted. I went to the closest ER, and after repeated complaints, descriptions of the pain, the locale of same and demands for help I was given a few pain shots and eventually got well and left.<BR/><BR/>The second time I got hit with a kidney stone I went to the ER, explained what I had, and requested a pain shot and treatment. The ER stalled and stonewalled. I was told I’d have to wait until they were ready, and that would be a long time. Just how long, no one would say. I finally left and went to a different hospital where I got treatment immediately. Mind you, I'm sweating blood through all this, but since there's no help to be had the only thing to do is grin and bear it.<BR/><BR/>And then I found out from a Doctor at the second hospital what was going on at the first hospital. The idiots thought I was a drug addict and were waiting for me to give up and go away. Which, give them credit, I did.<BR/><BR/>All this happened some years back, and still to this day for the pain I suffered because of their, what, poor judgment? Bad decision? Whatever. I'd still like to sue the bastards for their back teeth - and I'll pull 'em out, sans Novocain.WL Emeryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00092583484828593165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-66848205361444452342007-06-06T16:43:00.000-05:002007-06-06T16:43:00.000-05:00BTW Dog, Did you ever catch up to ol' two-step?BTW Dog, Did you ever catch up to ol' two-step?Rorschachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11848860674369931761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-42031592588312458432007-06-06T16:41:00.000-05:002007-06-06T16:41:00.000-05:00AD, doesn't that kinda run afoul of the federal me...AD, doesn't that kinda run afoul of the federal medical disclosure laws? (not that I'm complaining mind, but you COULD be setting yourself up for an ambulance chaser lawsuit)Rorschachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11848860674369931761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-26575099207698591202007-06-06T12:43:00.000-05:002007-06-06T12:43:00.000-05:00'Dog, She just liked the mustache,heh!'Dog,<BR/> She just liked the mustache,<BR/>heh!DWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10855431129767288706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-69796988218511769842007-06-06T08:15:00.000-05:002007-06-06T08:15:00.000-05:00We're a Basic Life Support service out here in the...We're a Basic Life Support service out here in the boondocks, so we meet ALS coming from the hospitals in Springfield, about thirty miles away. With most companies, this is no big deal. We get 'em on the radio, arrange a handy gas station at which to stop, and the paramedics grab their jump bag and hop on board. The only thing they need that we don't have are drugs, so it shouldn't be a problem.<BR/><BR/>There's one company, however, that just irks the hell out of me. They say their insurance won't allow them to do that, so whether it's 100 degrees out or a blizzard, you have to take the patient out of the rig, transfer him to their gurney, and put him in their rig so they can transport him. And now they keep trying to say they aren't allowed to take "riders"--family members.<BR/><BR/>Usually, we try to avoid these wankers. But when we get the local med-seeker and he's telling us his pain is a 10 out of 10, guess who we call first? :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-14701227006108435052007-06-06T07:09:00.000-05:002007-06-06T07:09:00.000-05:00Too funny Mr. 'Dog. My sister is a pharmacist at ...Too funny Mr. 'Dog. My sister is a pharmacist at a free clinic and they get a lot of those critters.<BR/>Makes her even more cynical than she already is.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-34856074016840597022007-06-06T04:58:00.000-05:002007-06-06T04:58:00.000-05:00I'm with you, Dog. That's one of the reasons I lov...I'm with you, Dog. That's one of the reasons I love living in a smallish town as well. Seeing that herd of volunteers and career folks showing up in a hurry at a phone call.<BR/><BR/>And it's always a neighbor, or a friend.<BR/><BR/>And here, that means something.<BR/><BR/>OrionOrionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00913419734709487748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-23762788582220331222007-06-06T03:04:00.000-05:002007-06-06T03:04:00.000-05:00Haven't these idiots heard of teh intarweb? You c...Haven't these idiots heard of teh intarweb? You can get yer pills on the net delivered via fed-ex or USPS and save the trip to the ER. Besides it keeps the riff raff at home and out of everyone else's hair. They get all drugged up and slobbery in the cozy confines of the double wide with their bottle of xanax or darvocet and they aren't out bothering anyone. It's reasonably priced, fairly legal, delivered to your door so you don't have to rob or steal to get it. It's a winning situation for everyone.<BR/><BR/>The .gov is doing it's best to shut it down however. Can't have something actually working.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-56852078480968783662007-06-06T02:15:00.000-05:002007-06-06T02:15:00.000-05:00Back to the topic at hand, it urks me to no end to...Back to the topic at hand, it urks me to no end to know there are drug seekers like this out there. I worked OB, so we didn't see it as much as those in the ER did. But, like I said, I am on the receiving end of healthcare now, and one thing I have to deal with is chronic pain due to the injury I suffered as a nurse. Do you know that hoops we have to jump through to deal with that? It's awful. <BR/><BR/>And, all because some selfish, self-absorbed, self-centered piece of filth drug addict abuses the drugs that I need, and carefully administer to myself within the guidelines of of the law. String them all up by their toes, and punish them! Don't punish me, I'm the patient who needs it, who doesn't abuse it, and gets it through the appropriate and legal channels. <BR/><BR/>For crying out loud, I have never gone to the ER for pain meds., and after hearing this, I do believe I would rather die of pain than go there and ask for meds. It just irks me to no end. And I would say the only thing worse than this, is when I hear a younger person talking about taking a handful of prescription pills at one of their parties, and they don't even know what they're taking(this was on TV, not personal experience). Good Lord! They're going to kill themselves!!<BR/><BR/>I shall step down off my soapbox now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-70528082336853775292007-06-06T02:08:00.000-05:002007-06-06T02:08:00.000-05:00LD, thank you for taking that poor woman to the ho...LD, thank you for taking that poor woman to the hospital to be with her husband. What a kind thing to do! They may not be able to thank you, as I don't know how often you would see them, but if they don't get to, I will say thank you for them.<BR/><BR/>I know when my dad died of a heart attack(while driving) when my parents were on vacation, a young police officer who responded to the scene called his wife to see about bringing my mom home to stay at their house until my brother could get up there to pick her up. It ended up that we had friends near the area, so she stayed with them, but I will never forget his kindness, and I wish I knew who he was and could thank him and his wife lo these many years later. Unfortunately, we lived in Houston at the time, and this was in the St. Louis area, so I have no clue who the young officer was, but it made those of us at home and feeling quite helpless feel much better to know that mom would be taken care of and not be alone, no matter what.<BR/><BR/>It's also a blessing to see that there are still good people out there who care and who will take care of people in real need. That's refreshing(and something I'm trying to teach my hubby who comes from a different area than I did).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-24378329584991455372007-06-05T21:59:00.000-05:002007-06-05T21:59:00.000-05:00Mr. 'Dog, I love my local cops so much that when t...Mr. 'Dog, I love my local cops so much that when they bring in a 'med clearance I will put them at my desk if they don't have anywhere else to go...and you know what I get in return? There is one nice officer that drops by everytime he is within a couple of blocks just to check and see if we have any drunks he can take to jail for us or if anyone is being rowdy.:)ERnurseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14843824564108513499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-67575663511857833342007-06-05T20:31:00.000-05:002007-06-05T20:31:00.000-05:00Yeppers, when I can't find a client on my caseload...Yeppers, when I can't find a client on my caseload, one who used to follow me around the ER demanding her Demerol, and the first number I call in attempting to locate her is the non-emergency dispatch number to find out where they've been picking her up from lately...you know there's a problem. It's universal.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16604068110452745043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22957834.post-23032915351005690842007-06-05T20:03:00.000-05:002007-06-05T20:03:00.000-05:00Oh yeah, brother. It's an epidemic. And on a few o...Oh yeah, brother. It's an epidemic. And on a few occasions here recently, I have placed a discreet phone call when some of our more egregious systems abusers venture through the door...<BR/><BR/>...to let the local cops know that Wanda P. Drugseeker is here in the flesh, and just idly wondering, does she have any outstanding warrants?<BR/><BR/>My colleagues ask me, "Bet it wasn't this bad on the ambulance, huh?"<BR/><BR/>To which I reply, "Sez who? The ones I'd get on the bolance were the drug seekers who were too lazy to even find a ride."Ambulance Driverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10175419709184526342noreply@blogger.com