Getting Fast Medical Treatment

Getting fast medical treatment doesn’t happen as fast as many would like. Waiting hours and hours just to get into a room and then waiting again to see a doctor. I did encounter fast attention and service one evening back in 1989. How does one get to be looked at and treated right away? This was not planned, then again, who plans an injury?

As stated before, it was 1989 and the Detroit Pistons were playing a championship game. Before the game my friend Kerry and I decided to play some basketball. Our game wasn’t as graceful as the pros, but we had fun playing.

Kerry and I tend to get very competitive when we played sports. I had a pretty good outside shot, and he could drive the lane well. He’s been getting in my face when I tried to shoot, so I managed to surprise him and instead of taking an outside shot, I tried to drive the lane. I leaped for the hoop and I would love to say I made the shot, but I’m pretty sure I missed. I don’t recall if somehow, he pushed or I shoved, or a little of both or none of the above, but my landing was not too graceful. As I landed, I heard and felt a large pop in my left ankle. I was convinced I had broken it and with Kerry’s help I got up and attempted to walk.

We got back to Kerry’s house, and I wasn’t about to take my shoe off. I knew it would be hard to put back on. Kristin, Kerry’s wife always made dinner for us. I don’t recall if I stayed for dinner that evening or if I just drove home. A 15–20-mile drive from Kerry’s house to my apartment with a very sore left foot made that drive very long. Oh yeah, big deal, it’s the left foot. Big Deal, I drove a 5 speed manual transmission and that left foot operated the cutch.

I remember getting home and calling my mom. I knew mom would know what to do to fix this so I wouldn’t have to go for medical attention. Mom’s advice, you have insurance, get it checked out. I still didn’t want to go.

Shortly after the phone call to mom there is a knock on my apt door. My brother, with a message from mom. He was to check on me and then, if necessary, take me to the medical center. Well, the ankle looked bad to him and the next thing I know I’m in his car heading to the medical center. Now the best part of this is Brian was working and his car is a patrol car. Yes, my brother was a police officer, and I was being escorted to the medical center.

When an officer takes someone to the medical center, they have a tendency to process that person as fast as possible. I had x-rays done and found that nothing was broken. I did have a severe sprain and it was swelling. I remember while I was waiting for the results and they found out that we were related, that they turned the basketball game on for us.

Soon they had me treated, gave me some meds and a script for more. Since at the time I could do my job sitting down, I didn’t require missing work. Back then I worked for an Office Supply company taking orders on the phone.

So to get fast medical treatment, have a police officer bring you in. Oh wait, it might help if you have one in the family, don’t want to go to jail afterwards.