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An anecdotal story. I once drove a retired and disabled vet to Fort Miley VA hospital down around San Franciso. He had suddenly lost the use of his legs and could not walk. I rented a wheel chair and drove him down. It took about six hours for him to see a doctor. I went outside to get some air and shortly he came wheel chairing out. He said they wouldn't admit him to the hospital. I went inside and raised a little ruckus...demanding to see the doctor that refused to admit him. After about an hour the doctor came out to speak with me. I told the doctor that I did not have to have a medical degree to know that the sudden loss of the use of ones legs represents something being severely wrong. I also told the doctor that I had drove him down and that I was not going to drive him back. I told him that he was outside in his wheelchair and that was where I was going to leave him and then I was going straight to every major TV station and every major news paper in San Francisco and see if they might be interested in a vet (whom was decorated and had served his country for more than 20 years) sitting outside in a wheelchair in the dark (which it would soon be) because he was denied admittance to the hospital. The doctor changed his mind and admitted him...he was eventually transferred to Palo Alto and had surgery as well as a two month stay in the hospital
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