Thursday, July 3, 2008

Valet parking coming to a hospital near you!

The regional dice-and-slice joint is now offering valet parking for patients.

How very nice of them. Since they won't build a parking ramp and most patients end up parking about a mile away, this is a heartwarming motion.

Thinking back, it would have been nice when I had to take my Dad in. I'd drop him off at the door, find him somewhere to sit, go back to the car, drive around for 15 minutes looking for a parking spot, then walk back into the hospital and wheel him wherever he had to go.*

Himself picked me up after my surgery in 2001, too. If I recall, getting me out of the doors and into the car was quite an undertaking. The rules state that you aren't allowed to leave the place on your own two feet. A wheelchair is required. OK, fine, but keep the hordes of people out of the way so we can at least GET to the car? I wasn't feeling all that great and having to weave in and out of old folks, chatting nurses and various other forms of life was just exhausting.

It should be mentioned that this same dice-and-slice just laid off a whole buttload of people.

I'm also curious as to how many of those valets there will actually be? 2?



* All this and we had a handicapped permit. There were never any spots in the 20 car special lot, though. It was filled up with large women in ratty old Buicks and a few elderly folks.
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Anonymous said...

I think it is total BS that obese folks can get a handicapped sticker. Walked you fat asses off you lazy so and so's! Obesity isn't a disease, it happens because you are lazy, live at Mc D's or Arby's and won't get up off your fat duff! I know I am not one to talk, I need to lose about 30 pounds myself. But I have no issue walking in and out of places. And for what it was worth, I walked out of Mercy unassisted after I had Nona. Felt just fine and didn't see the need for a wheelchair. Still had to wheel small one out on one of those cart things they had but that was fine. It would of been nice to have that with Grandpa T, helping him get anywhere was a misadventure.

July 3, 2008 at 7:01 AM
dragonmom said...

Ah. You know the sort I'm talking about. Scads of dirty kids, vehicle held together with baling wire and duct tape.... *sigh*

Taking GT anywhere was truly a misadventure. You should have had a shot at escorting him through the grocery store. Gawd... Lar did it once, just once, and by the time he got home he was absolutely livid! GT would get his little magnifying glass out and peer at the labels of things that Lar handed him then say, "just checking..."
What would have taken us 30 minutes took them somewhere around 2 hours.

July 3, 2008 at 8:17 AM

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