Shaq and I are running a non-emergency for a female who is weak. Which means there is absolutely nothing wrong with this woman. This is the same county that requires emergent response to ear aches, so use that when assessing the severity of this call.
According to the notes, she “doesn’t feel good.”
Call me a library book, because I’m already checked out.
We find this lady sitting in a chair in her living room. I wish I could say she was watching Maury, but the television was off. Shaq does all the talking, and we learn that she “doesn’t feel good.”
Chalk one up for the call-takers. Good job, everyone. Strong work.
We move the stretcher a little closer and Shaq asks if she can stand up to sit down.
“Oh, no, I’m just too weak.”
“Well, ma’am, forgive me for asking, but how did you get in that chair in the first place?”
“Oh, I walked here, but that was several hours ago.”
Mind you, I’m still checked out, and I only have vague recollections of what transpired next, but it ended with us lifting her out of her chair and putting her on the stretcher.
“Which hospital would you like to go to, ma’am?” he asks.
“Oh, I have to go to North County, they have my records.”
“That certainly won’t be a problem. C knows how to get there.”
“You guys aren’t going to put me in that…that…room with all those Mexicans, are you?”
“Well, ma’am, I’m not really sure what you mean. We don’t have anything to do with room assignments at the hospital.”
“Well, I don’t want to be in that room with all the Mexicans.”
Then he lets loose. “That hospital takes care of all sorts of people, ma’am. They take care of Mexicans, Indians, Canadians, Africans, Jews, Catholics, Asians, Russians, Italians, Australians, Caucasians, Muslims, Christians, and everyone in between-”
“-that’s not what I meant-”
“-they will even take care of bigoted American women. Now let’s go.”
The rest of the ride was real quiet. And then we got to sit in the supervisor’s office for a little while.
But it worked itself out.