Health Issues

By Heather

I apologize for being absent for this entire week. I went into the hospital on Wednesday and its been a slow recovery since. I have also not been to work since then so I don't have any material for posts. So instead I thought I'd write about my trip to the hospital. But before I continue I want to say this. I know people in the medical profession and I have family that are also in the medical field and they are good and knowledgable about what they do. I do not mean anything in this post as an insult to you or your profession. This is directed to those I encountered at the hospital.

Now I'll start from the beginning when my husband got home from work took one look at me and made this face...

Now I had been feeling terrible for two days and I had been thinking of going but hadn't made the decision to go until that moment. Now it takes a lot for me to willingly admit that I need to go to the hospital because I do not have a good past with doctors. (that's another story) So off we go to the hospital.

They take me to one of the rooms in the ER take down my information, medications I'm on, medication I'm allergic to, etc. And when the nurse asked me for my family doctor I told her I didn't have one since I never got a new one after I moved to a different state. And from then on she treated me like an idiot. She then proceeded to beat the crap out of me. Now as much as I hate the hospital I will sit there and let the nurses and doctors do what they need to do. So I say nothing as she continues to beat me up, taking my blood. After that she tells me its okay to lay down and wait for the doctor to come in. Now the hospital must really be running out of funding because their beds I swear are made out of plywood and sheet metal cushioned with a microscopic layer of matress foam. I don't know how they expect you to lay flat on those things. Every time the nurse comes in she says "Lay flat" well lady I wish I could. And why does every hospital keep their thermostate so low but they have paper thin blankets?



So the doctor came in asked me who my family doctor was and again had to explain to her that I don't have one and again treated me like an idiot from then on. From there I waited for five hours because apparently they had to Fedex my bloodwork to Zimbabwa for analysis and Fedex'd back. So five painful hours later the doctor finally comes back in and tells me I have an infection somewhere in my system and what they are giving me for it. It was hard for me not to be snippy with her since the nurse said that they had my bloodwork back for almost two hours but had to wait for the doctor to see it and tell me about it. So they gave me another bag of water for my IV because I was severely dehydrated and then sent me on my way.

                                       Now I look better but vs. how I feel is another thing.