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What happens to your dog when you are taken to hospital?

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It’s been bothering me for quite some time.

What happens to your dog when you faint (have a stroke, lose consciousness, weaken) on the street?

What happens to your pets when you live alone and paramedics take you to the hospital?

Does your friend stay on the street?

Die alone at your house?

Luckily, NO.

Arek from the Ratownik Medyczny site explained to me how it works in Poland. There is a simple procedure for that.  Paramedics call Police or other municipal services and they take a pet to the animal shelter or vet. both in the street and house scenario. At home, additionally, a dog or cat is being locked in the bathroom immediately, so that people who bring help were safe. And that’s all!

Arek told me also that he hasn’t seen such a situation, so this knowledge hasn’t been implemented to the practice. Of course, it is great but… it’s hard to believe, isn’t it?:)

the dog and the cactus

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My first visit in the office for disabled

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lefthandLuckily, there are two or three benches outside.  Some of us are sitting, rest is treading water.

I’m  just in front of the office for disabled people. Sitting and watching people. Having a place to rest, I’m one of more fortunate. Everyone who came later isn’t that lucky. There is the small crowd, louder and more nervous every minute. People standing seem to be even more upset.

Suddenly, doors are opening and the fresh face rush towards them. „Excuse ma’am, we are all waiting!”, people are protesting. „Well, we all just want the forms!”

But yelling doesn’t seem to be finishing. The woman who succeeded in unleashing anger still wants to keep her sense of dignity. She yells a bit, insulting others. Insulting us on her way out. I’m sure that if she could, she would slam the door. To elevator.

I’m still sitting and I’m scared. Disabled in front of my face change, they come into and out the small cabinet. Some them by „taking the forms” really meant „taking the forms”. It’s my turn. I’m scared to death and become numb. Being unable to speak, I can only look and try to spell out words and feel like a hunted small animal. I regret not taking my mum. I really do. Continue reading