What I Already Know
So 2009 is, so not surprisingly, already being a letdown. I ended up back in the ER, vomming blood and such.
The admitting nurse actually gave me a lecture. That if I didn't want to be back in the ER, what I had to do was have surgery. She was damn lucky I was exhausted by more than 24hrs of a growth pain / migraine attack, because, instead of clawing her face off and vowing to eat her young, I just managed to say I was *trying* to have surgery dammit, but the damn hospital keeps moving it back. She then added how the organ problem was going to lead to severe strangulation issues which meant some real ugly pain...and again, me today could grab her by the throat and say 'LOOK AT ME!? For fucks sake! DOESN'T this LOOK like severe pain to you?'
But blood vomiting super agony me couldn't be fucking bothered to waste the strength to even say 'I KNOW.'
I had to wait for more than an hour in the waiting room, which was grim because it was afternoon, not early morning, and not only did the hoard clustered in there like to shout random shit at each other in steady stream, but they kept lurching violently in and out of their chairs. The chairs in the waiting room are all connected with bars, so every time the stupid fuckers threw themselves around, which was CONSTANTLY, my stomach tried to void more blood. Yea.
When I did get out back, they shoved an IV in me again. It's the ugliest bit of the hospital, next to the hatred spewed by nurses. I can't explain WHY the IVs hurt so much, but my veins are convinced it would be smarter to just hack off my whole arm. For extra fun, the nurse who removed my IV had no idea what she was doing. And she managed to rip an extra big hole in my elbow and my body decided to hell with clotting and, in a second, it bled enough to overwhelm a 3x3 (huge wad of gauze). My brain, which likes to torture me, keeps picturing all that blood. *shudder*
And you want the kicker? The Spousal Unit commented on the way home: that was one of the better ER visits.
And the sucky bit is, that's so true...
The admitting nurse actually gave me a lecture. That if I didn't want to be back in the ER, what I had to do was have surgery. She was damn lucky I was exhausted by more than 24hrs of a growth pain / migraine attack, because, instead of clawing her face off and vowing to eat her young, I just managed to say I was *trying* to have surgery dammit, but the damn hospital keeps moving it back. She then added how the organ problem was going to lead to severe strangulation issues which meant some real ugly pain...and again, me today could grab her by the throat and say 'LOOK AT ME!? For fucks sake! DOESN'T this LOOK like severe pain to you?'
But blood vomiting super agony me couldn't be fucking bothered to waste the strength to even say 'I KNOW.'
I had to wait for more than an hour in the waiting room, which was grim because it was afternoon, not early morning, and not only did the hoard clustered in there like to shout random shit at each other in steady stream, but they kept lurching violently in and out of their chairs. The chairs in the waiting room are all connected with bars, so every time the stupid fuckers threw themselves around, which was CONSTANTLY, my stomach tried to void more blood. Yea.
When I did get out back, they shoved an IV in me again. It's the ugliest bit of the hospital, next to the hatred spewed by nurses. I can't explain WHY the IVs hurt so much, but my veins are convinced it would be smarter to just hack off my whole arm. For extra fun, the nurse who removed my IV had no idea what she was doing. And she managed to rip an extra big hole in my elbow and my body decided to hell with clotting and, in a second, it bled enough to overwhelm a 3x3 (huge wad of gauze). My brain, which likes to torture me, keeps picturing all that blood. *shudder*
And you want the kicker? The Spousal Unit commented on the way home: that was one of the better ER visits.
And the sucky bit is, that's so true...
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