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Permit Renewal (part 1)

Posted in Driving Basics, Law Enforcement with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 20, 2011 by HackingVegas

It’s that time again, yes its permit renewal time. As a cab driver we have to have a permit to work for a cab company. For the most part this is a bullshit way for, once again, the Taxi Authority to get money out of us. Like I’ve said before, the process of getting a permit is a joke and really needs improvement. But this isn’t about getting the permit, this is about renewing the damn thing.

In order to drive you need a physical that they call a D.O.T. (department of transportation) exam. This consists of a hearing and an eye test, a vital sign check, and all the normal bending, poking, and peeing that most physicals require. The biggest problem is that the three or four I’ve had were never even close to being the same.

The normal place I go to for this physical (a few clinics in town offer cheep DOT’s for Cabbies) was no longer open. So I found another one across town that my company recommended. I made my appointment and headed that way. I had a hard time finding it at first. It was way off the street and didn’t have a sign anywhere. I finally found the numbers on the building that I was looking for and went in.

After signing in and waiting for two other ladies to be seen, the doctor calls me in. There weren’t any nurses working so I had the doctor from start to finish. He starts the exam like any other. It wasn’t until we got to the eye exam part of it all that I started wondering if this guy was for real.

Normally you have an eye chart on a wall and you’re asked to stand at a certain spot and read it. First covering one eye then the other and then with both. Well it was nothing like this. I was asked to read a line off a chart that looks like he made it off of Microsoft Word. The letters were the largest I’ve ever been asked to read and as far as covering your eye, well that must take too long. After reading what seemed like a large print book for my grandma he asked me to sit and hold my arms out. This was followed up by, “no more shaking than the normal person. You’re good to go.”

He then filled out the paperwork, that includes the hearing test section even though he didn’t even have the equipment to test me with. I guess the fact that I was able to hear him was good enough. The last thing he told me was not to take over the counter meds that make me drowsy.

This was the quickest exam I’ve ever had. I think I was in the exam room for no more than 3 minutes. The exam consisted of:

  • Blood pressure check (which I don’t think he really did. My blood pressure hasn’t been that low in years)
  • Listening to lung sounds (I’m pretty sure of the fact that it was his fingers touching me. I don’t remember his stethoscope leaving his neck)
  • Weight (well at least I know I haven’t gained as much weight as I thought. Only 5 pounds in two years.)
  • Hernia check (well if you call having me lay back as he touches my stomach and says, “no hernia and the stomach is good”.)
  • Eye test (well you know how that went)

This was the dumbest biggest waste of time and money ever. I think out of all the crap we have to do that’s just a money-making scam, this has to be the biggest waste. But the good news is even though I know I need glasses and my blood pressure is actually high, I’ve been given a clean bill of health. Next step is permit renewal and “safety class”. Stay tuned for the next episode of, “Let’s See How Much Money We Can Make From Our Hacks”.


Posted in Driving Basics with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 8, 2010 by HackingVegas

It’s amazing what you see when you drive for a living. Most recently I was pulling out of a gas station when I noticed a man under a truck at the pumps. Well thats odd. I first thought he was just getting something he dropped. But after looking closer I noticed that this man who was about 275lbs was on his back shaking. Oh shit! It’s been a while since I’ve seen a seizure, but if my eyes are not mistaken that had to be one. I pulled over and call 911. When I got to him he had just finished the first episode and started vomiting all over himself. All I could think is that I needed help. I forgot when I use to do this for a living I had gloves and other things to protect me from body fluids. But there I was, under the truck trying to hold his head stable and making sure he wasn’t choaking on himself.

After a seizure people go into a postictal state; which is basically a heavy uncontrollable sleep or dazed state – depending on the person. After starting to come out of it, he started trying to fight and was hitting his head on the bottom of his truck. A worker noticed what was happening and came to see if she could help. Thank god some people out there are willing to help others. I don’t know how many people just walked by and didn’t even ask if everything was ok. I had the lady grab his wallet and phone to try and get any info from them before the paramedics got there. He had at least one more seizure in the mean time and all I could do is wait.

It felt like a lifetime before help got there. It’s wierd to me now because back in the day when I worked on a ambulance, I use to get people complaining about how long it took for us to show up. Now I understand. When you’re the one waiting, time seems to stand still. It only really took 4 mins for them to get there and what a relief. It’s been a long time since I did this type of work.  So there I sat, waiting to hand off everything to the medic.  Little did I know that they loved the fact that I was there and was doing everything they needed to do. I got a “you good down there?”. Of course I said yeah and helped the whole way through.  It felt kinda nice to get back into it. Kinda like riding a bike, feels odd getting back on after you havent ridden in years but you quickly get your sea legs back.

Off he went and back to the road I went. Back to another fare who could care lease about what my day has been like and what else I had coming. Just another unpredictable day in the life of a hack.

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