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Re: I Am NOT A Doctor
by batsgirl
When an ambulance is called to me because I've collapsed in the street or whatever, but am conscious and talking by the time they reach me, then it's gone like this: -Quick once-over (taking pulse, checking eyes and so on), asking me a few questions, then asking if I think I can get to the truck for "a proper check-up without everyone gawking". -Into the truck, sit down, various checks for blood pressure and blood sugar levels and a brief medical history and all the other bits for the form. - The Hospital Question. This varies. Sometimes it's "do you want to go in?", sometimes it's "we'd like to take you in", but since the hospital won't cure me I say I'd prefer to get a taxi home on the basis that home will be quieter and more relaxing. - After a greater or lesser degree of promises to take it easy and make an appointment with my GP, I sign a form saying I refused to go to hospital, they give me a copy of their report to give to my GP, and job is done. I don't really see what's wrong with that as a system, except for it being clogged up by those members of the public who insist on going to A&E in a big white taxi for every stubbed toe. Indeed, most of what puts me off going to my nearest A&E hospital is the fact that unless I'm actually spraying blood everywhere, I will be seen by a qualified doctor QUICKER by simply making an emergency appointment with my GP's surgery, and I'll get to sleep in my own bed in the interim!
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