I may or may not have explained my entire circumstances so I will do so now.
I got a wound on my left heel. At that time I was in a power wheelchair and able to take care of myself.
I went to the hospital for treatment. After a few days they sent me to rehab at Crescent Cities. When Medicare ran out, they sent me home with a boot to protect the wound and a regular appointment with Medstar Visiting Nurses to come to my home and treat the wound every couple of days.
Stupido Paulie does not keep his wound protected and it gets infected. This is so bad I can't move; I have to call 911. I end up back at the same hospital and rehab center as I was before. The hospital releases me after the infection is cured to Crescent Cities. After Medicare runs out they'll send me to a shelter. This scares my sister so she agrees to take me.
A $645.00 ambulance ride later I'm at my sister's place. I also have a wound on my right foot. My sister is not up to handling a complete invalid who requires diapering, must be rolled to change his sheets and generally has limited movement capabilities. She takes a picture of the right foot wound which coincidentally is also on the heel, and sends it to Dr. Mitchell, the doctor I've been going to off-and-on for over 20 years. He tells her to call 911 and get my ass back to the hospital. The visiting nurse from Medstar says to use Virginia Hospital center as they have a first-class wound center.
After a few days Virginia Hospital confirms I again have no infection. They help me file paperwork to apply for Medicaid. I am sent to the place I'm currently at.
Later the new wound has a bone infection and they do IV infusion of antibiotics, a treatment expected to take six weeks.
If you read my story,
The Ballad of Paul Robinson, you'll know my right leg ends up getting amputated above the knee.
In the mean time the wound on the left heel heals just fine.
I may or may not have explained my entire circumstances so I will do so now.
I got a wound on my left heel. At that time I was in a power wheelchair and able to take care of myself.
I went to the hospital for treatment. After a few days they sent me to rehab at Crescent Cities. When Medicare ran out, they sent me home with a boot to protect the wound and a regular appointment with Medstar Visiting Nurses to come to my home and treat the wound every couple of days.
Stupido Paulie does not keep his wound protected and it gets infected. This is so bad I can't move; I have to call 911. I end up back at the same hospital and rehab center as I was before. The hospital releases me after the infection is cured to Crescent Cities. After Medicare runs out they'll send me to a shelter. This scares my sister so she agrees to take me.
A $645.00 ambulance ride later I'm at my sister's place. I also have a wound on my right foot. My sister is not up to handling a complete invalid who requires diapering, must be rolled to change his sheets and generally has limited movement capabilities. She takes a picture of the right foot wound which coincidentally is also on the heel, and sends it to Dr. Mitchell, the doctor I've been going to off-and-on for over 20 years. He tells her to call 911 and get my ass back to the hospital. The visiting nurse from Medstar says to use Virginia Hospital center as they have a first-class wound center.
After a few days Virginia Hospital confirms I again have no infection. They help me file paperwork to apply for Medicaid. I am sent to the place I'm currently at.
Later the new wound has a bone infection and they do IV infusion of antibiotics, a treatment expected to take six weeks.
If you read my story,[url=https://www.joltcountry.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?p=101647]The Ballad of Paul Robinson[/url], you'll know my right leg ends up getting amputated above the knee.
In the mean time the wound on the left heel heals just fine.