Harold, no stranger to pain, continued on with his day while trying to "walk off" the pain, but when he went to the bathroom, he noticed that his urine appeared to have blood in it.
Harold's father passed away from prostate cancer and Harold told me that the way they discovered this cancer was that his dad had passed some blood in his urine and had gone to the hospital to figure out why.
The next thing Harold knew, his dad was dead from prostate cancer, so for Harold, seeing blood in his pee instantly scared him shitless.
So Harold made his way to the Downtown Clinic, and they then sent him over to Metro General for some additional tests.
As it turns out, Harold's problem was nothing more serious than a bladder infection; and yes, guys get them too, although it's a lot less common in men than in women.
But here's the reason I'm writing this; Harold rolled into the ER at Metro at around 6PM this particular evening. According to Harold, the ER staff took great care of him and he was pleased as punch at the way they worked on him. Round about 10PM however, his nurse came to tell him that they weren't going to keep him overnight and that he'd be receiving his paperwork shortly but they'd make sure they referred him to the Guest House, the only respite center for the "indigent" here in Nashville, and it is almost always filled beyond actual capacity. Harold informed the nurse that he would need a bus pass to get back over to the Campus and she set off to get him one.
At around 1130PM the same nurse happened to be passing through the lobby of Metro and saw Harold still sitting in the waiting area. She asked him why he hadn't left yet and Harold told her hed still not received the bus passes, but now it wouldn't do him any good anyway, since the last bus for the evening had already run.
At that point, Harold and the nurse began exploring other transportation options; Metrogeneral security was asked to provide a ride, but they "don't do that," as they told Harold.
The nurse contacted Metro PD to see if an officer could transport Harold over to the Guest House. They "don't do that" either, although they do if the person is found on the street.
So Harold was stuck and considering walking the two and a half miles to the Campus. And of course, right about this time, a cold rain began in a downpour that would have impressed Noah.
Harold then went back to his nurse and asked whether or not they could provide a cab ride to the Guest House. The nurse went off in search of someone who could authorize this and Harold sat down to wait.
Approximately 35 minutes later the nurse returned with good news. Metro General was springing for the cab ride.
Harold rolled into the Guest House at about 1AM. Unfortunately, all the beds were taken so Harold was provided a chair to sit in until 530AM, at which time someone would be leaving and he'd be able to actually get a real bed.
Harold's story ends here and he had / has nothing but praise for Metro General, the CHD and just about everyone else that worked to assist him that evening.
But Harold's story is an all too familiar one for folks in Nashville who must rely on public transportation and end up sick.
Just one respite center for the homeless operates in this city and a recent vulnerability index survey performed here indicated that ER visits in Nashville by those experiencing homelessness was something like 35 percent above the national average.
With such a high number of folks accessing emergency services, it stands to reason that the demand for respite care would be high, and I suspect if you were to ask Rob Nash, the chief nurse over at the Guest House, he'd tell you that he does a booming business every day, seven days a week, 365 days a year.
Furthermore, Father Charlie Strobel, a well known homeless advocate and service provider here in Nashville, has been beating the drums nonstop for at least several years here to get more respite beds available to the poor and homeless.
For the most part, his requests have fallen on deaf ears, but a CHD expansion currently in the works may help to add some additional bedspace to their own respite center.
It won't be nearly enough.
Now for just a second, please think about the last time you were sick and worried about what was going on with your health. Then I ask you to please consider what YOU, or one of your close family members might have experienced had if it been you or them in the ER on this rainy, cold night instead of Harold.
Can you imagine what it must feel like to be sick and in severe pain and not have a safe, warm bed to crawl into after you've visited your doctor?











