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And after three days of wondering when they'd screw us over, Dad is finally home. The hospital actually called in the morning, and started the wheels turning on us getting home oxygen. Unfortunately, the company was a bit disorganized, and it didn't arrive until nearly 5pm. Then, at 5:45, they called to let us know that he was on his way.
And we got the surliest, most unpleasant and incompetent team I've had the misfortune of getting. First one comes in the house to see where they need to go. Good start! The house is kind of small and the room is down a long, not horribly wide hallway. Team member 1 goes away. Team member 2, who is just sour comes in and doesn't say a word to me, but stomps down the hall to the bedroom and leaves. A few minutes later, #1 is back with their stair chair, which she puts in the living room. Okay, a little strange, but whatever. They do not call for backup, so it's one woman, and one man left to haul my father.
They bring him in on the stretcher and park it beside the stair chair. Then they half lift, half drag him onto the chair. His ass is mostly hanging off, and I jump in front of him to keep him from sliding to the floor. They reposition him until he's mostly on the chair. They drag the chair into the bedroom and again nearly drop him while heaving him on the bed. He ends up on his side, close tot he edge of the bed. They offer to reposition him, but we feel they've done enough and do it ourselves. The condom catheter they had on him has popped off and he is soaked, so this takes a few minutes to get him fixed up.
Then, we get him settled, and Jess looks outside and the assholes have taken off their paper gowns, masks and gloves and dropped them on the ground next to our recycle bins! So Jess has to go out and retrieve them. And of course, they're pee soaked. Jess scrubs for 10 minutes straight.
After a lot of thought and consideration, we've decided not to get our beloved RAV4 fixed. It's probably got about 4k of work that needs to be done. (shocks, spring, exhaust/muffler and possibly transmission.). At 165,000 miles, I'm not sure it's worth putting the money into it. It's a hard decision since that was basically the last thing Jess' mom gave them, but I think it's time. We're looking at a Kia Soul with about 50,000 miles on it. I've begun the scramble for financing now. Carvana has approved me, but they're kind of expensive. Later, I'm going to call a place about 30 minutes from here and see if they can finance me, because they have a 2020 for 15k, which would be ideal. If they give me a decent deal on my trade in, I would be very happy with it.
We're looking at the Soul because it's got pretty good reliability, decent gas mileage, but has the bonus of not being too ungodly tiny. I need to test drive it, but unless there's something massively bad, I think it'll be our car.
Okay, time to get myself together for work. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday and a nice Fourth of July, should you be moved to celebrate. (Time and a half, baby, yes!)
And we got the surliest, most unpleasant and incompetent team I've had the misfortune of getting. First one comes in the house to see where they need to go. Good start! The house is kind of small and the room is down a long, not horribly wide hallway. Team member 1 goes away. Team member 2, who is just sour comes in and doesn't say a word to me, but stomps down the hall to the bedroom and leaves. A few minutes later, #1 is back with their stair chair, which she puts in the living room. Okay, a little strange, but whatever. They do not call for backup, so it's one woman, and one man left to haul my father.
They bring him in on the stretcher and park it beside the stair chair. Then they half lift, half drag him onto the chair. His ass is mostly hanging off, and I jump in front of him to keep him from sliding to the floor. They reposition him until he's mostly on the chair. They drag the chair into the bedroom and again nearly drop him while heaving him on the bed. He ends up on his side, close tot he edge of the bed. They offer to reposition him, but we feel they've done enough and do it ourselves. The condom catheter they had on him has popped off and he is soaked, so this takes a few minutes to get him fixed up.
Then, we get him settled, and Jess looks outside and the assholes have taken off their paper gowns, masks and gloves and dropped them on the ground next to our recycle bins! So Jess has to go out and retrieve them. And of course, they're pee soaked. Jess scrubs for 10 minutes straight.
After a lot of thought and consideration, we've decided not to get our beloved RAV4 fixed. It's probably got about 4k of work that needs to be done. (shocks, spring, exhaust/muffler and possibly transmission.). At 165,000 miles, I'm not sure it's worth putting the money into it. It's a hard decision since that was basically the last thing Jess' mom gave them, but I think it's time. We're looking at a Kia Soul with about 50,000 miles on it. I've begun the scramble for financing now. Carvana has approved me, but they're kind of expensive. Later, I'm going to call a place about 30 minutes from here and see if they can finance me, because they have a 2020 for 15k, which would be ideal. If they give me a decent deal on my trade in, I would be very happy with it.
We're looking at the Soul because it's got pretty good reliability, decent gas mileage, but has the bonus of not being too ungodly tiny. I need to test drive it, but unless there's something massively bad, I think it'll be our car.
Okay, time to get myself together for work. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday and a nice Fourth of July, should you be moved to celebrate. (Time and a half, baby, yes!)
