Los Angeles County Fire Dept. Station 130

This station and their counter partners were on site and scene (seen) working and making smart moves. Sounds like that I was impressed? Beyond it! The case was a diabetic episode. If I were the patient, which I were not, I would have been grateful. So what was I so impressed about? It was triage and urgent care working together simultaneously; the assistance came in appropriate timing and patient decision making was offered and professionally medical decisions were performed with logic. Who wants to go to the emergency room and wait? Time was taken into consideration on this emergency call and visit for both the patient and emergency facility- in other words their staff training is very on point; and the higher ups made everyone comfortable in the urgent situation. The IV drip ( more to impress), was done right there and then, bringing the patient's sugar level to stability. They were completed and out of the home within 20 minutes. If that is not a big deal, then go ahead and try the emergency room route. I bet you will want this medical treatment any day-hands down. Thanks to all on the scene. I hope you're all noticed for your professionalism, every single one of you more for your expert abilities in your future careers. It truly counts. (Incident occured between May and June). It was always in the back of head to say thank you to- Station 130.

Thank you to the wonderful fire fighters that my liked a Mojave green in our breezeway tonight!

Great fire fighters have had to call them many times very prompt and very professionall . very greatful to them all. Thank you

The food was great and the horn is loud

(Account of events continued here as begun in previous post).

So one of the circus members went to Captain McCullough's Firetruck, grabbed a slimy bottle of water and a slimy bottle of gatorade, handed them to me, and said, "There, that's like 10 dollars."

I shook my head in disbelief once again. Clearly, this so-called medical professional was not an accountant. I was already doing the math in my head. Obvious to everyone there except for stupid, delusional me, the cost of the slimy water and gatorade was moot in contrast to the cost of these 8 highly paid actors, the cost of transporting and maintaining a firetruck and ambulence, the cost of insurance, and various other asdociated costs.

The phrase I repeated several times to the circus performers, ever since being brushed off and told to sit in the shade to resolve the fact that I was potentially undergoing a life-threatening medical emergency, was "This is low..."

In other words, compared to a high standard of medical care and treatment, what I was being served up was a low standard of care; in my opinion, negligent, a form of malpractice, extremely wasteful, sensational, and quite possibly involving deception and discrimination from high and mighty know-it-alls who think they are superior than the "average joe," especially the homeless.

After accepting the much needed water and gatorade, I pretty much just began walking towards the Desert Macc Crises Shelter without a formal goodbye because these blockheads were intolerable.

Upon arriving at the shelter, I knocked on the door of the front entrance and told Michael- who always acted like a nice guy- that I thought it was possible I was about to have a heat stroke and that I needed to come inside. He closed his eyes like he does and shook his head no and said I could not enter.

After he shut the door on me, I called emergency dispatch for the second time. She asked what was different now. I told her that, "I am hotter and burning more than when I called earlier," knowing it was perfectly logical.

Within 5 minutes or so, Captain McCullough and his entourage arrived once again, sirens blaring and all.

I told them I wanted three things: more water, for them to take my vitals, and to give me burn ointment.

He asked what I had done with the water and gatorade as if perhaps I was so stupid and crazy that maybe I discarded them. I told him emphatically that I drank them. He went on to say, we will take your vitals but first I have to ask you if you are on illicit drugs, and by the way, we've called the sheriff and they are on their way. I ignored the sheriff comment and told him I was not going to answer his question about drugs. I thought it was an insulting and demeaning question. He then proceeded to tell me that he couldn't take my vitals without my private, personal information and refused to provide medical care without first entering me into their database and looking up even more personal, sensitive, private, legally-protected information.

My oxygen saturation was below normal and my pulse was 153/90+ and he declared and insisted that this was normal given that I had just walked a short distance, despite the fact that it was indeed a short distance and I had been sitting still for about 10 minutes or more before measuring my blood pressure.

He refused to provide any further help but I demanded more because I felt like I was literally burning next to a fire. He said, "Well, we can do a mulligan" as if I knew what that meant and so one of the guys went to the door of the shelter and got me permission to re-enter.

I said thank you to which the guy who went to the door said, "You don't sound very grateful."

The door shut behind me, they left, the sheriff never came and so it may have simply been another lie.

I had been audio recording the whole thing and when Michael saw my phone recording, he had me written up for violating shelter policy, citing hippa laws even though my intent was not to record inside the shelter and the fact that there was actually no hippa violation. I did not sleep

I had to call them for my pregnant girlfriend and the driver was so disrespectful & so unprofessional the worst experience I ever had