The last couple days consisted of picking up and taking people to the hospital. Monday I had to pick up Ken from Mercy Hospital where he is betting a blood transfusion and take him to get a tube in his stomach so he can eat by tube. He has throat cancer. The doctor made a mistake and it didnt happen. Ken hasnt eaten in two weeks. It gets rescheduled for next day. When I get home, my friend Tom wants picked up from Kaiser emergency. I pick him up, take him home, escorting him up he gets weak. Three people help him onto elevator. I try to get it, one young man grabs it away. We use it to activate elevator. I get wallet away from him. He starts yelling obsenities at me about I wanted Toms wallet. (Of course I did.) We get to 3rd floor, I am still being yelled at, called names. They get Tom off elevator and leave. Longer story, someone else helps me, Nice man, We decide to take Tom back to the hospital. We had to call 911 to help get him in my van. I got home at 1:AM. Next day, I pick him up. Pick up the other man from transusion. He walked to get tube in. Picked Tom up from Kaiser again. Picked up Ken from having tube put in. He walked home again. I still have to go back to Kaiser to get Toms medicine in the morning. I am tired. Tom has some seizures and didnt fully recover and they sent him home and I took him back. He is home again now.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 07:56:56 +0000
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