RAM Clinic provided over $336,000 in care
SAYBROOK — This year's Remote Area Medical Clinic provided $336,906 in care to 451 patients from March 22-23 at Lakeside Junior High School, according to data from RAM Follow-up Care Coordinator Troie Noland.
'Thank you all for everything you have done throughout this process,' Noland said in an email. 'Your hard work and dedication has paid off.'
RAM is a national organization that hosts free clinics across the country for medical, dental and vision services, and has hosted annual clinics in Ashtabula County for several years.
Of the 451 people who were treated at the clinic, 397 were adults and 54 were children, according to the data.
Ashtabula County Commissioner J.P. Ducro said the numbers for the clinic were slightly down from last year, but largely consistent.
'The clinic went amazingly well, despite some of the challenges faced this year,' he said.
Ducro said the slightly lower numbers were likely due to clinic having to move to the junior high.
The clinic has previously been hosted at Lakeside High School, whose roof collapsed during the Thanksgiving weekend snowstorm.
The number of children at the clinic increased from last year, Ducro said.
'I thought that was encouraging,' he said.
Care provided to adults was valued at $272,873, and care for children at $64,033.
The post-clinic data showed 616 total encounters, which Ducro said were the combined times people were treated in the dental, medial and vision clinics.
Of the three types of care available, medical processed 181 people, vision processed 227 and dental, 208.
The medical side saw 164 adults and 17 children, vision saw 203 adults and 24 children and dental saw 183 adults and 25 children.
There were 248 glasses given out by vision and 75 medical exams done. Dental did 229 extractions, 134 fillings and 106 cleanings.
The clinic had 445 total volunteers working with patients.
Ducro was thankful for the time volunteers put in, he said.
County leaders are looking forward to the next clinic, Ducro said.
'We're already in discussion for our clinic next year,' he said.
Ducro said organizers want to find ways to bring more people from southern Ashtabula County to be seen at the clinic.
'More than half the patients were [from] 440 area codes,' he said.
Ducro said they are also looking to get more attendees, bring in more resources and having more chiropractors and more speciality medical options.
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