I’ve Seen the Needle and the Damage Done
I have some bad news for you. Last night my wife came home from shopping as she normally does in the early evening.
She usually takes a little tote-style bag that is made out of fabric with small wheels. She rolled it into the house and put it onto the living room rug. She took off her shoes, moved her bag over and stepped onto the carpet.
I was still in the war room blogging when I heard her screams. I came to see what all the commotion was and she was crying on the floor. She told me that she stepped on something sharp and it stuck into her foot.
Whatever it was, it had obviously stuck to the bottom of her bag as she dragged it over the streets and eventually into our living room.
She gave it to me and as I looked closer I discovered a long metal projectile. I still didn’t have my glasses on and it was hard to make out. So I rubbed my fingers over the tip of it and noticed that it was indeed very sharp.
I asked my daughter to get my glasses and as my eyes started to focus better I noticed that it was hollow inside. Then to my horror I realized that it was the throw away portion of a junky’s needle!
I immediately grabbed my wife and took her to the bathroom and washed the bleeding hole, dabbing it with alcohol. I then rushed her to the hospital.
It was busy that evening and we waited what seemed forever in the lineup. The administration people who were doing the so-called triage were yakking and laughing it up, refusing to get out of first gear.
Finally I got a hold of one of them and told her our case was urgent and required immediate care. She proceeded to tell me to sit down and the next thing I knew the local swat team showed up.
Out of nowhere three big security guys suddenly showed up giving me the evil eye. One of them came over to me and asked me to sit down. I asked him to tell them to get out of first gear and help my wife.
He couldn’t answer me when I asked him if he knew what ”triage” meant, and that there was supposed to be a medically trained person deciding who needs immediate treatment and those who didn’t. Not just everyone waiting for their turn. He didn’t seem to care.
I sat down in disgust and immediately someone else came over and said they could see my wife now. Finally!
They put us through the motions making sure that we had health coverage and then told us to go sit in another line. We sat there forever again.
Finally a guy comes out and I asked him if they did not consider a potential HIV contamination as urgent. He told me no, that it was not considered urgent or life threatening.
I asked him if he would consider a snake bite victim as life threatening or urgent, and he replied yes. So I responded that my wife has possibly been poisoned with a life threatening virus, albeit a little bit slower acting than a snake bite. He didn’t seem impressed.
Eventually a new shift of hospital staff took over, and the guy’s replacement must have thought that we needed immediate care because we were the first he let in. Incidentally, all of the people that were ahead of us were minor sprained ankles and the like.
We wait again for hours until a Dr. finally meanders in. He’s seems nice but he flatly tells us there is nothing much he can do except to give us a hepatitis and tetanus booster.
You see, the hospital supplies for HIV are only for the workers. It is not available for the public. He then tells us there is only one city that controls all of the HIV drugs and that it will be next to impossible for us to get any because it costs too much.
So I responded by saying that what he was really telling us was we should just roll the dice and hope for the best, or die. Whichever comes first. He shook his head and said yes.
Please pray for us.