Says 352 – Bitten by a dog V-01

I went out today to see about buying some computer items and couldn’t find the house (it was in the country) When I went to ask direction at a house with a car in driveway. I ran the door bell twice and a few seconds after the second ring, I heard dogs barking and then saw them round the corner barking a growling at me. One was a long hair cross breed and the other a German Shepherd. It was the Shepherd that was aggressive and when he went for my bare leg, (wearing shorts) I put my hand down to protect my leg and he bit me. It wasn’t a real bite as he never bit the palm of my hand but he tore a triangle piece of skin on the back of my hand about a inch long. It was probably a combination of his bite, and my hand going down that did the damage

The other dog was just barking and wagging his tail now so I knew he was safe, and as I reached out and petted him, the Shepherd backed off a bit. I slowly made it back to my vehicle all the while, watching the Shepherd.. I managed to get in my vehicle and got a bandage to stop the bleeding.

I drove across the highway, got directions from a woman and found the right house but I didn’t buy what he was selling. When I left the house, and was driving back to the main highway, I noticed a car pull into the house with the dogs. Turns out it was the owners and I told them what happened and showed them my wound. They were apologetic, kind of, at least the husband was. I told them they should not let their dogs run loose if they are aggressive like that. Today it was me, but what if it was a child.

I drove back to Woodstock and went to the emergency and after four hours, the doc came in and said he couldn’t stitch the wound which I figured would take 4-5 stitches, and all he did was clean up the wound, pull the skin back in place and put 5 steri-strips across the wound.. I could have done that.. Dah!

PS: This is my first selfie type video I have ever made.

Says 261 – Death comes knocking

Back on March 21, the man who is acting superintendent of the building I live in was taken to the hospital. He was complaining of being dizzy, nauseous, and having low energy.  He was a heavy drinker and smoker, and not in the best of physical condition, so this trip to emergency was not unexpected. They admitted him and after four days, the doctors finally diagnosed him with double pneumonia and started the appropriate treatment.

After a week, he was still in the hospital and they were doing further tests as he was not responding to their treatments. On April 04, his brother knocked on my door, looking for the landlord so that he could get into the apartment to get some things that his brother wanted. He told me that his brother didn’t look good and that the doctors were waiting to transfer him to the nearest BIG city hospital as soon as a bed was available.

Today, I heard that he had been transferred a couple of days ago, and that they had put him into an induced coma. I also head that yesterday, they brought him out of the coma to operate on him and that his heart had stopped two times during the operation. After the operation, they again put him back into a comatose state.  The doctors told his brother to get his things in order as they felt he was not going to make it, with no further comment.

I have mixed feelings with this. Not that he and I were friends as I really didn’t know him, but my issue is with the hospitals and doctors and the way they have handled the whole thing. I just have an uneasy feeling  that while he was sick, he was not on deaths door….