Sorta. Not sure if this counts but when my mom returned from overseas travels I waited aLOOOONG time for her to get off the plane and when Ifinally saw her, she was in a wheelchair. She looked like death warmed over (barely).She wanted to eat something and was able to walk once we got to the car in the parking garage so we drove to a Wendy's at her insistence. I wanted to take her straight to the hospital. She had taken ill on her vacation and somehow they let her on the plane when she was clearly (to me) critically ill.
At Wendy's she told me a litte of what had happened and how much pain she had and was unable to eat or evacuate. She wanted the icecream but that wasn't happening. I told her I wanted to take her straight to the hospital and she tried to insist on going home and just seeing her doctor in the morning. I told her that I didn't want them trying to take a gurney down the steep stairs from her cliffside house and risk the necks of innocent EMTs( I was trying to make a joke of it), but I seriously didn't think she would live to the next day. I took her to the hospital ER and told the nurse at triage that she had had a small heart attack in her 30's and was having chest pain (everything hurt and I knew that otherwise she could be hours from an exam (mothers day, sunday) She had had a ruptured colon several days prv (Wed, Ithink is when they figured it happened) and had severe peritonitis. Dr. said she would not hav survived the night. So, in a way I saved her life (she would have toughed it out to save$45 ER co pay)