When I slipped on ice back in February 2008 and broke my left fibula, the surgeon that set it wanted me to stay overnight in the hospital (I am still puzzled about that over such a simple procedure, unless something occurred during it that made him antsy). Well, the place where the surgery was done and the hospital was about 3 miles, so I had to ride in an ambulance. Let me tell you, it was like having the Three Stooges transport me. They couldn't get the gurney legs to fold up to fit in the back of the ambulance. The banged it up and down on the road pavement, the when they didn't work, they kicked it. I can tell you, having those jolts wasn't a pleasant experience. I surprised they could find the hospital. Five weeks later I received a bill from them for $300.