In September, 2006, I left my house for a party two blocks away, where I was to meet my life partner. I had two drinks at home and left at 8:05PM. The next thing I remember, I am waking up in a hospital tied to a bed, IV in my right arm. When I was 6, I broked my left arm pretty bad. I had a compound fracture in that arm with an open wound. The doctor set my arm in a closed cast and I developed gas gangrene, disabling and severely disfiguring my left arm. I was transferred to a hospital about 50 miles from my family and spent my time there largely alone. At night, they tied me to the bed, even though my legs has so weakend I could not walk. So, when I woke up in this hospital in September 2006 and was tied to the bed, I freak out. I had a rush of adrenaline and I broke free of the restraints. A nursed asked me what I was doing and I told her, "I don't remember checking in here and I am getting out." Without another word she tossed a plastic bag with my belongings on the bed and walked away. I had no notion of the time, but guessed I was in a local hospital two blocks from my home. I followed exit signs and finally popped out the door to find myself by piers in on the Brooklyn waterfront - about as far from my home as one might get. I walked about 20 blocks to a subway and rode 20 minutes to the stop closest to my home. My partner was waiting for me, upset, wanting to know what happened. I did not know. I had not viewed a mirror, so unbeknownst to me I was wearing torn blood covered clothes. It wasn't until I got home that the swelling and pains started to kick in. I tried home remedies, like icing myself, but ended up going to the emergency room where my personal physician has rights. At that hospital, the triaged me and thought I had a broken kneecap, broken collar bone, broken jaw, a hole in my upper lip and contusions to the right side of my face. They asked what happened. I didn't know. Ultimately, I had torn ligaments in my knee, a severely bruised jaw, broken clavicle, hole in my lip and the facial contusions. My family went to the first hospital to get the records and ambulance reports. They refused. My partner went to get info armed with legal papers establishing his power of attorney. They refused. My doctor sent a record release to the hospital three times. They refused. My doctor had to threaten legal action and finally we got the report. This should tell me what happened. We turned to the ambulance report. The EMTs never filled out the exact location where I was picked up. A box was checked indicating they had responded to an emergency call. All the writing was totally illegible. The hospital apologized and shrugged it off as the work of "volunteer ambulance drivers." I called 911, which by law must record all ambulance pick-ups. No record of me, although my wallet and all my personal belongings were on me. Both the hospital and ambulance drivers had my correct name and address. In much pain and with a lot of duress, I went to the local ppolice precinct to file a police report. They refused. No pick-up location on the ambulance report meant no area of jurisdiction. I was in the first hospital for 12 hours. I later found out it is the county trauma center. Whatever happened was bad enough to bypass the local hospital for the trauma team. No one made any attempt to call my partner or family. They had my driver's license, which had my address on it. My phone number is listed under that number. No call. My insurance card was in my wallet and I am on my partner's work policy. Both his name and mine appear on the card. They knew I had next of kin. They never called. We looked at the records of the first hospital. They had my maladies listed as "alcohol abuse" - I know I had two drinks prior to leaving home - and a lacerated lip. THAT'S IT! The stated I left in "good condition." Counter this report to the one 6 hours later documenting I had torn ligaments, broken shoulder, contusions on the face, deep abrasions on my elbows, and a hole in my upper lip. Good condition?!?