So Monday was a day full of hell.
While I work I started having excruciating ovarian pains. They got to the point where I could no longer take it and had to have Badass come and bring me to the Hospital.
To give you a little bit of back story incase this is your first time here, I have PCOD (Poly Cystic Ovarian Disease), Endometriosis, and to top it all off a Uterine Polyp.
After waiting in the waiting room for upwards to two hours we were finally brought back to a room. But not a regular room. Oh no, that would just be too comfortable for the lady in severe pain. Let’s put her in the ENT (Ear, Nose, and Throat) room instead. This room had more scary posters, labels, and contraptions in it then a friggen “Saw” movie. After sitting in there for hours before a doctor even came in I started to wonder what they were going to use the Bayonet forceps on, considering my pain was coming from a non-ENT area. Then there was a poster of a dead baby, which wasn’t exactly calming my nerves.
Now here is a question for you? If someone comes into the ER crying, and complaining of severe pain, wouldn’t you offer them Tylenol or something? Me thinks so too! But alas, I was not. Five and a half hours of being in the ER and not once was I offered Tylenol, water, a heat pack, or anything. Instead, when the doctor came in the examine me and take down my symptoms I was given a FITTED SHEET to cover myself up with. Not a johnny, or a hospital gown. But a fricken SHEET! Then after that fiasco, when the nurse came in to bring me down to ultrasound she asked why I wasn’t wearing a Johnny and was still in my clothes ( minus my pants) with just a sheet covering my lap. I said because the Dr. said they did have anymore johnnys. She then reached up and opened a cabinet door that exposed easily two dozen johnnys. WTF?!?! I still don’t even know.
Long story short, the DR. thinks that my Endometriosis is back. Even though I just had surgery about six months ago to remove the endometrial masses I had. He sent me with a prescription for Vicodin for my pain and wants me to follow up with my DR. Which I don’t have yet since we recently moved. So all in all, Monday sucked.
The pain has since dissipated and I am mostly feeling okay. Now I get to have the fun time of picking out a new DR. Oh joy.
While I work I started having excruciating ovarian pains. They got to the point where I could no longer take it and had to have Badass come and bring me to the Hospital.
To give you a little bit of back story incase this is your first time here, I have PCOD (Poly Cystic Ovarian Disease), Endometriosis, and to top it all off a Uterine Polyp.
After waiting in the waiting room for upwards to two hours we were finally brought back to a room. But not a regular room. Oh no, that would just be too comfortable for the lady in severe pain. Let’s put her in the ENT (Ear, Nose, and Throat) room instead. This room had more scary posters, labels, and contraptions in it then a friggen “Saw” movie. After sitting in there for hours before a doctor even came in I started to wonder what they were going to use the Bayonet forceps on, considering my pain was coming from a non-ENT area. Then there was a poster of a dead baby, which wasn’t exactly calming my nerves.
Now here is a question for you? If someone comes into the ER crying, and complaining of severe pain, wouldn’t you offer them Tylenol or something? Me thinks so too! But alas, I was not. Five and a half hours of being in the ER and not once was I offered Tylenol, water, a heat pack, or anything. Instead, when the doctor came in the examine me and take down my symptoms I was given a FITTED SHEET to cover myself up with. Not a johnny, or a hospital gown. But a fricken SHEET! Then after that fiasco, when the nurse came in to bring me down to ultrasound she asked why I wasn’t wearing a Johnny and was still in my clothes ( minus my pants) with just a sheet covering my lap. I said because the Dr. said they did have anymore johnnys. She then reached up and opened a cabinet door that exposed easily two dozen johnnys. WTF?!?! I still don’t even know.
Long story short, the DR. thinks that my Endometriosis is back. Even though I just had surgery about six months ago to remove the endometrial masses I had. He sent me with a prescription for Vicodin for my pain and wants me to follow up with my DR. Which I don’t have yet since we recently moved. So all in all, Monday sucked.
The pain has since dissipated and I am mostly feeling okay. Now I get to have the fun time of picking out a new DR. Oh joy.
5 comments:
It was hellish.
Guess we'll go to a different hospital next time, eh?
I think you might find that situation at most hospitals. Believe me, I've had emergent issues more than once, and no one hospital has been better than the others, sadly. I'm sorry you're going through that again though. And I know it's a personal topic, so thank you for letting us know.
I would rather gouge out my own eye than go to the base hospital here in the UK...just sayin. I hope it isn't endometriosis again. Take care.
I'm sorry you had such a horrible experience, but glad to hear you are feelng better now.
Oh I'm sorry honey.
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