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Dec. 14th, 2011 05:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
questaMonday: My Doctor said the blood tests results would be in but I didn't think they'd be there that fast and I was right :X So around 7pm my Mum and I left for the ER (James was at school and its finals for him, I didn't want him to leave early to come get me). We tried asking my brother for a ride but he had a couple beers with dinner and couldn't, felt really bad about it though and offered us money for a cab. I didn't want to waste $15 each way and said we could just take the bus (it's right down the street and takes us straight there)
It's not like I was feeling the cold because I still had a fever but once on the bus I was seriously regretting my decision omg o_o. It took almost an hour to get there over the bumpiest roads ever...and I was already in so much pain.
The emergency room was nuts and super crowded, full of screaming children, 4 women who talked for an hour and a half straight loudly right near me, a man with breath that smelled like a baby had shate their pants and a psych patient take down. I was ready to stab myself in the head o_o
Oh, and bad breath old man who was waiting for his older son had this annoying habbit of getting up whenever anyone one went to triage and standing behind them listening to everything....I wanted to tell him to GTFO. He ever wandered over to the phones when I called James around 10 to let him know what was going on.
The triage woman who took me vitals pretty much stabbed the thermometer under my tongue and then said "are you hitty?!" and Im like wha? Thinking maybe she's pronouncing my name wrong. "Hiddy? You hiddy??"
Now I can understand thick accents but this woman seemed fine other than whatever fuck word she was trying to say. Finally I said "I'm sorry, I can't understand what you are trying to say" She looked pissed off and said "Are you a normally hiddy person?" and I realized then she meant HEALTHY /swt
Finally went in back, saw a grumpy doushe of a doctor who was cranky to the nurses and patients. He wanted to know why I was there etc...I told him what the doctor said and he said in this really snotty voice "Well did she also tell you that ultrasound is CLOSED at night?"
No asshole, she didn't.
He was kind enough to give me some strong painkillers tho (only 3....but whatever) and make me an appointment to come back in the next day for an ultrasound. James came and picked us up since he was out of school and got me home fast~
Didn't really sleep that night, it was kind of a drugged out doze, one Percocete didn't even totally take away all the pain. Made she to take another in the morning before we left and that one seemed to help a lot with it. Sat at the bus stop with my Mum to wait and was feeling not to bad, we were talking when a huge wave of nausea hit me and I thought I was going to puke. As fast as that came it went and then I was starting to faint. My Mum asked what she could do, if we should just go home and get a cab. It was hard to talk because that made the wanting to puke feeling come back. My eyes were going all weird and I could feel my upper body swaying.
I needed ice water but there was none, told her there was no way I could move and was not wasting money on a cab, I just needed to sit and lean on her. She said ok and I slumped against her shoulder trying to force myself to stay conscious.
About 5mins later the bus came.
Got to the hospital, signed in, had vitals taken, then went back with a really nice Sonographer guy to scan my neck. I expected the goo to feel ice cold but it was super warm and I felt myself drifting off to sleep when we weren't joking about demons making a home in my neck.
Then I was sent back to where I'd first signed in, slumped into a chair and waited for awhile for the doctor to give us the results. When he finally came out he called us to come follow him which worried me because earlier he was giving people the good news right there...so was this bad news? But it wasn't some office we went into, just a diagnoses room. He was another doushey grump but I got the ultrasound results back.
He said they couldn't see any abscesses and there weren't any "suspicious masses" which made Lymphoma unlikely thank god. At that my Mum was like OMG YAY and was hugging me....I was like wtf woman, you said you weren't worried it was that and she was like erm...shush. I was honestly to sick and tired to get too worried about it.
He would not give me any painkillers and told me to stick to Advil, which really doesn't touch it even tho I pop 800mg, and told me they weren't sure wtf was wrong with me so keep taking my antibiotics and follow up with my doctor in a week.
Managed to eat something small in the hospital cafe, I have an appetite but the past few days eating takes too much effort so anything other than juice and manderine oranges = nokthcx
Got home about 5pm and crashed for 12hrs. This weekend is looking like a write off for me =\
It's not like I was feeling the cold because I still had a fever but once on the bus I was seriously regretting my decision omg o_o. It took almost an hour to get there over the bumpiest roads ever...and I was already in so much pain.
The emergency room was nuts and super crowded, full of screaming children, 4 women who talked for an hour and a half straight loudly right near me, a man with breath that smelled like a baby had shate their pants and a psych patient take down. I was ready to stab myself in the head o_o
Oh, and bad breath old man who was waiting for his older son had this annoying habbit of getting up whenever anyone one went to triage and standing behind them listening to everything....I wanted to tell him to GTFO. He ever wandered over to the phones when I called James around 10 to let him know what was going on.
The triage woman who took me vitals pretty much stabbed the thermometer under my tongue and then said "are you hitty?!" and Im like wha? Thinking maybe she's pronouncing my name wrong. "Hiddy? You hiddy??"
Now I can understand thick accents but this woman seemed fine other than whatever fuck word she was trying to say. Finally I said "I'm sorry, I can't understand what you are trying to say" She looked pissed off and said "Are you a normally hiddy person?" and I realized then she meant HEALTHY /swt
Finally went in back, saw a grumpy doushe of a doctor who was cranky to the nurses and patients. He wanted to know why I was there etc...I told him what the doctor said and he said in this really snotty voice "Well did she also tell you that ultrasound is CLOSED at night?"
No asshole, she didn't.
He was kind enough to give me some strong painkillers tho (only 3....but whatever) and make me an appointment to come back in the next day for an ultrasound. James came and picked us up since he was out of school and got me home fast~
Didn't really sleep that night, it was kind of a drugged out doze, one Percocete didn't even totally take away all the pain. Made she to take another in the morning before we left and that one seemed to help a lot with it. Sat at the bus stop with my Mum to wait and was feeling not to bad, we were talking when a huge wave of nausea hit me and I thought I was going to puke. As fast as that came it went and then I was starting to faint. My Mum asked what she could do, if we should just go home and get a cab. It was hard to talk because that made the wanting to puke feeling come back. My eyes were going all weird and I could feel my upper body swaying.
I needed ice water but there was none, told her there was no way I could move and was not wasting money on a cab, I just needed to sit and lean on her. She said ok and I slumped against her shoulder trying to force myself to stay conscious.
About 5mins later the bus came.
Got to the hospital, signed in, had vitals taken, then went back with a really nice Sonographer guy to scan my neck. I expected the goo to feel ice cold but it was super warm and I felt myself drifting off to sleep when we weren't joking about demons making a home in my neck.
Then I was sent back to where I'd first signed in, slumped into a chair and waited for awhile for the doctor to give us the results. When he finally came out he called us to come follow him which worried me because earlier he was giving people the good news right there...so was this bad news? But it wasn't some office we went into, just a diagnoses room. He was another doushey grump but I got the ultrasound results back.
He said they couldn't see any abscesses and there weren't any "suspicious masses" which made Lymphoma unlikely thank god. At that my Mum was like OMG YAY and was hugging me....I was like wtf woman, you said you weren't worried it was that and she was like erm...shush. I was honestly to sick and tired to get too worried about it.
He would not give me any painkillers and told me to stick to Advil, which really doesn't touch it even tho I pop 800mg, and told me they weren't sure wtf was wrong with me so keep taking my antibiotics and follow up with my doctor in a week.
Managed to eat something small in the hospital cafe, I have an appetite but the past few days eating takes too much effort so anything other than juice and manderine oranges = nokthcx
Got home about 5pm and crashed for 12hrs. This weekend is looking like a write off for me =\
