Monday, March 24, 2008


I picked up a guy from an ER. Unlike most ER pickups, he was clean and "normal", except he was walking very slowly and had a bandage on his arm. He had several small, soft-side suitcases. He would be paying cash, as opposed to using a hospital voucher. He went to the Holiday Inn on 8th and Main (or Broadway?) in National City, which we call Nasty City.

I asked what happened and he said he was on a two week vacation in Baja Mexico doing some off-road motorcycling. He crashed, breaking a rib and chipping a bone in his arm. He planned to sit for two days in the Holiday Inn, recuperating, and then fly back east to his home. He was in rough shape, but he had decided to take some sort of shuttle all the way up to San Diego rather than sit in a Mexican hospital.

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