Escape from NYU
The day finally came when I was to be released. I sat in my wheelchair at the nurses station waiting from 6am to 1pm waiting without moving I was so anxious to get the fuck out of there.
My father was coming to pick me up, and I as I waited I asked the asshole nurses in increasingly condescending tones if there was anything else I needed to do paperwork wise to sign out. I wanted to get it all done so I could fly out the door as soon as he arrived.
When he finally did arrive I told them all to go to hell and was on my way out the door when they told me I had a phone call. This blew my mind who the hell could be calling me at that exact moment.
It was the cops.
They wanted to talk to me about the fire. They were just waiting for me to be released from the hospital so I could “come down to the station to answer some questions”
I agreed to meet them in the hospital police room, in the building.
One final example to the ASSHOLE staff of bellvue was that they wouldn’t let me take the wheelchair off the floor, and required me to walk around the building to the police place, which I could only manage in 100 foot spurts without collapsing still. Fucking brain dead red tape morons…
Anyway I went to the police spot in the hospital and waited and the fire marshel police people came and asked me the same set of questions they had asked me 100 times before and decided it was ok for me to leave and that was that.
I went off to my mothers house in connecticut to wait the extra day to take a plane to my fathers house in denver… During the day layover in connecticut of course there was an unimagineable blizzard which grounded all flights for 3-4 days which made the trip memorably more miserable.
During that time snowed in, at my mothers house, the police called back. They still wanted to talk to me at the station in new york city. I had had it with them, and told them sorry, I wasn’t in the state anymore and stranded in a blizzard and if they had any questions they could ask me on the phone.
This obviously wasn’t good enough for them, and they wanted me to come back to new york.
Why can absolutely nothing, ever be easy…
My father was coming to pick me up, and I as I waited I asked the asshole nurses in increasingly condescending tones if there was anything else I needed to do paperwork wise to sign out. I wanted to get it all done so I could fly out the door as soon as he arrived.
When he finally did arrive I told them all to go to hell and was on my way out the door when they told me I had a phone call. This blew my mind who the hell could be calling me at that exact moment.
It was the cops.
They wanted to talk to me about the fire. They were just waiting for me to be released from the hospital so I could “come down to the station to answer some questions”
I agreed to meet them in the hospital police room, in the building.
One final example to the ASSHOLE staff of bellvue was that they wouldn’t let me take the wheelchair off the floor, and required me to walk around the building to the police place, which I could only manage in 100 foot spurts without collapsing still. Fucking brain dead red tape morons…
Anyway I went to the police spot in the hospital and waited and the fire marshel police people came and asked me the same set of questions they had asked me 100 times before and decided it was ok for me to leave and that was that.
I went off to my mothers house in connecticut to wait the extra day to take a plane to my fathers house in denver… During the day layover in connecticut of course there was an unimagineable blizzard which grounded all flights for 3-4 days which made the trip memorably more miserable.
During that time snowed in, at my mothers house, the police called back. They still wanted to talk to me at the station in new york city. I had had it with them, and told them sorry, I wasn’t in the state anymore and stranded in a blizzard and if they had any questions they could ask me on the phone.
This obviously wasn’t good enough for them, and they wanted me to come back to new york.
Why can absolutely nothing, ever be easy…