Day 87, Zero
I don’t count this as a zero as it wasn’t a great rest. I have to take the Amtrak train from Fresno back north to Dunsmuir (to get me back to Castella at pct mile 1,499). The train leaves at 8:30pm and arrives at 5:30am. But, before I leave this city I have to visit a hospital. On one of my many falls I sprained a finger. I didn’t stop to take off my mom’s wedding band. Now my finger is swollen and turning purple.
I took a cab to the hospital in the city core. It was a rough part of town, a lot of homelessness and substance abuse. I walked into emergency. At the entrance was a glass partition and two security guards with guns. I put my pack on the counter and they examined it. One of them pointed at my poles. I explained where I’d come from and what I was doing. They both then looked at me and smiled. Next was the admitting guy, also behind glass. I overheard someone say to a patient there was a 3-4 hour wait. I could see 30 or more people in the waiting area. I looked at my watch. 5:30, 3 hours till my train. It’s going to be tight. When it was my turn I held up my finger to the admitting clerk and asked if I could have my ring cut off. I don’t need any first aid, I will be fine. I told him I was hiking in the Sierras when I fell and got this injury. He looked at me and smiled. He waved over a busy nurse. She looked at me and waved me over. She took me to a room. Then there were two other fellows with us. We were laughing and joking. She cut the ring off with a small saw like tool. One guy pried it apart with his hands while the other fellow looked on. What a relief! Thank-you! I felt the blood flow back and the pressure relieved. Then I walked passed the admitting clerk with a smile on my face and a thumbs up. Smile and thumbs up to the security behind the glass. Out on the street. I was in and out in 10 minutes. I feel like a celebrity. I feel special. I was treated so respectfully and with such kindness.
The overnight train went to Sacramento where I would have to change trains at midnight then onto the next train to Dunsmuir. I dozed on and off. Arrived at sleeping Dunsmuir at 5:30am.
2 thoughts on “A Trip to The ER”
Wow Sally what a great story..restores your faith for sure….what did they charge? Constantly amazed by your ongoing saga and beautiful pictures..you inspire us all. Hugs Don and Patti!
Hugs to you Don and Patti.