No Please No
Most horrible thing to hear when you're being rolled into the ER, literally blind from a migraine:
A screaming baby.
"Croup," his mother was bellowing to admitting, "He gets croup four or five times a year."
I have since looked, and the dictionary defines 'croup' as trouble breathing.
You may want to abandon your infant on the nearest mountain if he won't stop screaming, but the mere fact that he can wail like that kind of throws out the 'trouble breathing' diagnosis.
I spent five hours in the ER.
The other random highlights I'll share for your entertainment are--
When the doctor suggested I have children, to prevent more migraines. This will forever be a WTAF, for so many bitter reasons.
and
When a nurse totally flipped her shit and began screaming at the Spousal Unit when she was reminded not to use the IV machine. IVs can drip by gravity, or there is a machine that can be used to pump them faster. This machine makes more noise than a rusted out industrial dishwasher. With a migraine breaking my brain out of skull, I will involuntarily try to thrash through the wall to get away from the machine. So, gravity works. But this nurse, I kid you not, was screaming that gravity did not have her specific rate, and then she kept shouting fine fine fine over and over. It was almost as bad as the machine, except her random hissy fit had no medical purpose at all.
I am still migraining. White flashes are going off over my vision, constantly, as if I'm surrounded by invisible paparazzi. Much like the high pitched noise I hear, it's extremely painful, and it's not 'real'. It's just the swelling in my brain pushing on the optics and my ear canals.
A screaming baby.
"Croup," his mother was bellowing to admitting, "He gets croup four or five times a year."
I have since looked, and the dictionary defines 'croup' as trouble breathing.
You may want to abandon your infant on the nearest mountain if he won't stop screaming, but the mere fact that he can wail like that kind of throws out the 'trouble breathing' diagnosis.
I spent five hours in the ER.
The other random highlights I'll share for your entertainment are--
When the doctor suggested I have children, to prevent more migraines. This will forever be a WTAF, for so many bitter reasons.
and
When a nurse totally flipped her shit and began screaming at the Spousal Unit when she was reminded not to use the IV machine. IVs can drip by gravity, or there is a machine that can be used to pump them faster. This machine makes more noise than a rusted out industrial dishwasher. With a migraine breaking my brain out of skull, I will involuntarily try to thrash through the wall to get away from the machine. So, gravity works. But this nurse, I kid you not, was screaming that gravity did not have her specific rate, and then she kept shouting fine fine fine over and over. It was almost as bad as the machine, except her random hissy fit had no medical purpose at all.
I am still migraining. White flashes are going off over my vision, constantly, as if I'm surrounded by invisible paparazzi. Much like the high pitched noise I hear, it's extremely painful, and it's not 'real'. It's just the swelling in my brain pushing on the optics and my ear canals.
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