"ttyymmnn" (ttyymmnn)
02/26/2020 at 08:20 • Filed to: None
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"ttyymmnn" (ttyymmnn)
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The EMTs who took him to the hospital then
returned to the man’s house to
finish the job for him
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Chariotoflove
> ttyymmnn
02/26/2020 at 08:48 |
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Respect
InFierority Complex
> ttyymmnn
02/26/2020 at 08:56 |
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Might be a couple thousand dollar lawn mow job.
Eta: stories like this always make me nervous abo ut my parents who are getting older.
$kaycog
> ttyymmnn
02/26/2020 at 09:05 |
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That is awesome! Emergency Mowing Technicians.
Cé hé sin
> ttyymmnn
02/26/2020 at 09:17 |
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Breaking your hip at that age is a serious matter I'm afraid.
Ash78, voting early and often
> ttyymmnn
02/26/2020 at 09:24 |
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And they bagged it, too. That’s awesome.
For Sweden
> InFierority Complex
02/26/2020 at 09:30 |
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There has to be a market in the USA for a medical transport that uses sirens but doesn’t require hauling around an entire emergency room.
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ttyymmnn
> Cé hé sin
02/26/2020 at 09:33 |
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It is. His mowing days may be over.
Deal Killer - Powered by Focus
> InFierority Complex
02/26/2020 at 09:37 |
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After more than 10+ years of gentle and not so gentle hints, I finally got my parents, who are well into their 80's, to move out of their 2 story home I grew up in, into a single story villa. The HOA takes care of lawn care & snow removal. Best thing ever.
facw
> Cé hé sin
02/26/2020 at 09:39 |
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Yeah, I just heard some figures on this, and while I’m super fuzzy on the numbers, so I could easily be wrong, I think it was something like 10% die within 30 days, and 40% within a year (for seniors) .
TheRealBicycleBuck
> ttyymmnn
02/26/2020 at 10:48 |
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My wife’s aunt decided to mow the lawn when her husband was dealing with cancer treatment. She tripped over the edge of the patio and fell, breaking both her hip and her arm . The EMTs had a hard time getting her loaded up, partly because of the foul language spewing from her mouth.
They didn’t come back and finish mowing her lawn.
Side note - usu ally when an older person falls and breaks their hip, it’s the other way around: their hip breaks and then they fall. This happens most commonly with women because of osteoporosis. When it happens to a man, its usually a sign of alcoholism. Alcohol interferes with the bone regeneration process, another cause of osteoporosis.
shop-teacher
> Cé hé sin
02/26/2020 at 10:52 |
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Very much so, but if this guy is tough enough to have been mowing the lawn at 88, he’s probably tough enough to recover from it. My grandfather broke his hip around that age, and once he recovered was as healthy afterwards, as he was before. Although he damn sure wasn’t mowing his own lawn before or after that.
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shop-teacher
> ttyymmnn
02/26/2020 at 11:08 |
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I just have to say that EMTs are some of the most awesome people out there. My grandparents lived in their large 2-story home until their dying days at age 93 for my grandfather, and 85 for my grandmother. It was difficult for them, but it was very important to my grandfather, who never lived in the same place for more than a few years from age 7, until age 54. Once he finally planted that flag in suburban Chicago, nobody was getting him out of that house, and he frankly didn’t care if that ended his life a few years earlier than it would have been otherwise. Seeing how he made it to 93, I’d say it worked out.
Now, they did have to install chair lifts on the stair cases, and they did need to have hired help daily for the last several years. Thankfully they had the means to afford them both. It also meant they ended up on a first name basis with every F ire F ighter and EMT in their town, from all the times one of them fell after the help had gone home. They ended up installing a lock box on their porch so they could get in without breaking a door, or without the non-fallen grand parent venturing down on their own to open the door.
They could not say enough nice things about every member of the department. They were that final link that let them stay in their home, which was so important to them. They were always as nice and helpful as could be.
About five or six years ago, as my mother-in-laws health rapidly declined, they too would become frequent “customers” of the local fire station. Just like my grandparents, my father-in-law can never say enough nice things about each and every one of them. He was in a real bad place at the time, just trying to survive being a 24-hour caregiver to his quite frankly not appreciative or helpful in any way wife. They were his lifeline to surviving those years.
Then last year they were quite literally his lifeline. We new he hadn’t been feeling well, and was going to go into the clinic. We hadn’t heard from him in hours, and could not get a hold of him, so I went to check on him. I found him in alive and talking, but in a very bad state. Those incredibly friendly, incredibly helpful, Fire Fighters and EMTs were there in a jiffy and rushed him to the hospital. When I left to follow them, I found a member of the department finishing up shoveling the snow off of the end of the driveway.
My father-in-law turned out to have a hole in his intestine, and a massive septic infection. He survived though, and a few weeks ago we celebrated a year since that emergency surgery.
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ttyymmnn
> shop-teacher
02/26/2020 at 11:55 |
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That’s a great story. Thanks for posting. My interactions with my local firefighters and paramedics have been nothing but top notch. They see at us when we are most vulnerable, and for the most part, treat people with dignity and respect.
Jason Spears
> ttyymmnn
02/26/2020 at 12:32 |
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Bless the parents of these three middle school boys for raising functioning human beings.
Knew they could get in trouble, stopped to help anyway because that’s what you do.
Apparently n one of them were carrying phones. Let it sink in. Middle schoolers, not carrying phones with their faces stuck in them in 20-freaking- 20, so they actually heard the cries of the guy who’d been lying there for four hours waiting for someone to notice .
user314
> ttyymmnn
02/26/2020 at 17:02 |
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I mentioned it before, but I hit a patch of black ice while leaving my Sister’s place the week before Christmas and went down hard. Messed up my knee enough that I couldn’t get up, so they called 911 and I wound up going to the ER. Not only was the crew that tended to me top notch, but one of the EMTs on the second ambulance let my 3 year old nephew, who was rather worried about me, into the cab and back, which he loved.