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Mea culpa...

Sorry about disappearing y'all. My internet has been, and continues to be, super sketchy. Also, I haven't been around because I've been dying of pain. Y'all remember that, right? Well, thanks to said pain I spent my Friday in the ER, which wasn't exactly a thumpin' good time.

I really don't know how I went two days with my back the way it was. I wasn't moving much. When I went to work, I wouldn't bend my back, and I was moving slowly. They sent me home on Thursday, because my eyes were welling up from the pain, and all the tension in my back had caused a migraine.

Now, let me state for the record that Shelby does not cry, and Shelby definitely does not cry in public. Shelby hates crying as much as she hates going to the hospital. Yesterday at work, when Andy patted me on the back, in the middle of my spine, I buckled and began to cry. I cannot even describe the pain to you, but you don't need to empathize. Trust me.

I tried to regain my composure, but now that I had started crying I couldn't stop. My back was absolutely on fire. I couldn't bend it, couldn't sit, couldn't do anything but stand there, screaming into a fist full of napkins while balling my eyes out. The crying didn't help the situation, because cry-breathing is different than normal breathing. Cry-breathing is short, and my back was not having it. Every time I breathed I wanted to scream, or throw up (which I did, and which also did not help), but I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face.

I cried until Sandy got there. I screamed when I got in the car [which I'm sure makes the patrons of Famous Dave's really want to come back. Ho ho, I got your advertising right here. "This restaurant turns people batshit crazy!" Hoorah!] I cried all the way to the hospital. I almost threw up on the nurse. She was slow, and extremely unaccommodating, as I recall. In hindsight, I wish I would've puked on her. It might've made her realize that she does, in fact, work in the emergency room and should handle matters with some urgency. Trust me, I wouldn't have gone there if I had my druthers.

They walked me to my cell room, and made me stand there while they made the bed and talked about television. Seriously. I'm not even making this up. Then they made me strip, which I was wholly incapable of doing. I couldn't move my back, because at this point it was spasming and locking so they had to remove my clothes for me. Why there are no male nurses that look like Zach Braff at my local, university hospital, I'll never know.

Anyway, they then botched my IV. It stung. Now, I'm practically an IV expert. I am no stranger to them, or to having my blood drawn. I do not wince anymore, I do not flinch anymore. She figured out a way to make me, I'll tell you what. It stung, it felt stiff, and it was not functioning properly. Blood is not supposed to go into the IV, and yet it went into mine several times. Oh, and she let an air-bubble go straight into my vein. Awesome.

They gave me pain-killers and muscle relaxants. They took blood, x-rays, and forever. I was there for four hours. After the drugs kicked in, I was ready to leave. I was ranting about how Madam Pomfrey would've had me out in minutes, and how simple blood tests don't take four hours. I started bitching at high volume and with great abandon about my IV. You can always tell when Shelby is feeling better. The moment the Shelby starts being petulant, you know she'll be fine.

My irritation was falling on deaf, Russian ears. I started threatening to take out the IV myself. I would've done it if I'd had any gauze to put pressure on in order to stop the bleeding. Alas, I had none.

Four hours. It took four hours to find out that I have a UTI caused by last month's kidney stone, and ridiculous muscle spasms in my back. Honestly, I thought I had bone-marrow cancer or something. I'll take a curable infection any day, but it really shouldn't have taken 4 hours to determine that. Also, given that I still had an IV in my arm when I received my diagnosis and prognosis, they really SHOULD have taken that opportunity to put in antibiotics through the IV... but they didn't. They wrote out three prescriptions for horse-pills [one of which, and again I'm not kidding, was a prescription for ibu-fucking-profen. Guess which one I didn't fill.] and released me into the world.

I still firmly believe Madam Pomfrey would've done it better. Urg. And I still have to go to work today. Awesome.

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mattador
Aug. 12th, 2006 02:15 pm (UTC)
*hugs* Yeah, Muggles suck.
virtuistic
Aug. 12th, 2006 11:58 pm (UTC)
I want a T-Shirt that says "Madam Pomfrey does it better." With a picture of a dripping syringe. Yeah.
mattador
Aug. 13th, 2006 12:01 am (UTC)
That shirt would kick ass.
virtuistic
Aug. 13th, 2006 09:48 am (UTC)
I may have to design one and get it printed.
mattador
Aug. 13th, 2006 01:38 pm (UTC)
Word.
promiseoftin
Aug. 12th, 2006 11:02 pm (UTC)
Why does there seem to be an increasing epidemic of stupidity and utter disdain for patients in the ER nowadays? My sis had an emergency a couple months ago, and her attendees couldn't get the IV down either AND really talked down to my sis. Shittiness abounds.

I hope you feel better soon!
virtuistic
Aug. 13th, 2006 09:53 am (UTC)
Thank you, I'm already feeling markedly better than I was.

Also, I don't know what it is with those nurses. My father works in the ICU, and when I got super sick at home I'd always be sent straight into his unit, and the nurses were always phenominal. Friday's nurses, however, acted almost as if they had nothing to do. They wandered the halls slowly, and repeatedly. I watched them do it while gossiping with the EMTs. I only had one nurse that helped me more than once. All the others were like, "well... I'm leaving so, this person will be in shortly." And of course they don't write anything down so I have to answer all their questions over and over and over and *heddesk*.

Not cool.
kpachayagolobka
Aug. 13th, 2006 12:02 am (UTC)
*kicks ER nurses*

I swear to god they get more and more incompotent
virtuistic
Aug. 13th, 2006 09:47 am (UTC)
And you'd think they'd be the most...
kpachayagolobka
Aug. 13th, 2006 03:15 pm (UTC)
one would at least HOPE they'd be the most
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