I was a paramedic in the late 90s, we got sent on an EID call, Elderly in Distress. Basically, that's when the dept of human services is in contact with a reluctant client (not always elderly) who's deemed in need of a mental/physical exam. So we show up, the cops are already there and busted open the door, and are like "he's all yours". This was your typical Chicago bungalow, like a long narrow house...living room to dining room, and then kitchen in the back. Bedrooms/bathroom off to the side.
So this dude, he liked newspapers and stuff like that, he had them stacked up, I mean STACKED! Like a good 5' tall or more, some places to the ceiling, and the entire place was filled in with this crap except for a narrow pathway he had leading back to the kitchen. No way this was just him buying newspapers/magazines, obviously his hobby was to go out and find this stuff in garbage bins or whatever, drag it home. One bedroom was completely filled, couldn't even get in there. And the kicker, you could hear critters moving around behind those stacks, most likely rats. Not to mention the smell, omg that place reeked!
We had to wrestle him on the stretcher and strap him down to transport him, although that was often the case with these EID calls. But anyways, in the ER, they start stripping him down, he's like caked with his own crap and dirt and stuff...obviously hasn't washed in years, like for real. When they got his shoes off, oh my friggin lord, his feet/nails were and absolute disaster! Yeh, that was a crazy call lol!