I will never go to an ER again unless my arm has fallen off.
As you know, I screwed up my back again. The vicodan is not working. So I call my doc and they tell me that if the pain is that bad to go to the ER.
3 hours I waited in the ER. I can't sit, nor can I stand. It's taken me 2 vicodan just to sit here (and I'm fixin to go back to bed).
I ask them if there is some place I can lay down. They don't have any chairs or wheelchairs that recline. I can't lay on the floor because some ijiot's baby barfed all over the floor as she was running to the restroom, so there is a trail of vomit from one side to the other. She doesn't even tell them, and even though I mentioned it to two employees, no one comes to clean it up.
I was tempted to fake a fall in the puke just to get seen earlier.
So finally, I go back. I'm laying there, finally not in so much pain, (on a bed in the hall) and I hear the doc consulting with these parents. (who by the way got their after me, but were seen an hour before me). The doc says their baby (not their first kid) has diaper rash. The mom was concerned because she didn't know a kid could get a rash. On his dick. The kid was calm the entire 3 hours. Not one cry. Obviously he had no biz being there.
BITCH. Don't leave your kid in a wet nappy. And don't take your kid to the ER for diaper rash.
Meanwhile, I'm hiding out near the restrooms, leaned up against the wall, all the while crying because my back is killing me.
The doc won't do an MRI because I haven't been in an accident. He prescribes major narcs, but I can't take anything because I drove myself in. I can't even get off the gurney because 3 hours of waiting have now made my back spasm so bad I can barely move. They don't even help me up. Finally the lady with a mop who smiled at me came by. I asked if she would help me up and she lends me a hand.
I get outside and can't walk to my car. So I'm practically hyperventilating from the pain, and this dude gets a nurse. She comes out with a wheelchair. Thanks. But I can't sit. Dipshit. And she just looks at me.
The nice woman comes up. She's smokin a cig and offers to go pick up my SUV for me. She leaves her purse so I know she's not carjacking me.
6 hours and $50 later. I'm the same place I was before. Grrrrrrr
I get an MRI tonight at 6. Yay. A tube again. I'm going to practice saying my rosary right now.
Ok, I'm ouchie. Back to bed.
Posted by debutaunt at April 21, 2005 03:20 PM