Rising Son

I Hate Emergency Rooms

Lisa and I spent most of the night last night in an emergency room.

She was fine yesterday morning, until about half-way through dialysis. Then her temperature went way up. The nurses at the dialysis did nothing for her. Then she came back home. And complained for the next couple of hours.

This high temperature has been plaguing her for the past few days. She had seen a doctor a few days ago, when it started. He prescribed antibiotics. But she stopped taking them after she started feeling better. And then, of course, it flared back up.

So I asked her if she had taken antibiotics. She said, "just now". So I said, "then drink some water", and "get some sleep". But all she was complain about feeling hot. So, I reminded her again what to do, and went back to my office. Then she starts yelling, and beckons me to come downstairs to her. So I go downstairs, and asked, "what?". She says, "come on, we're going to the hospital".

Then I started arguing with her. I told her there's no reason to do the ER just for a temperature. How many hundreds of times have I ran a temperature, and went to the ER? None! Moms, Dads, Grandmas, doctors, always tell you to just drink some fluids, take some Tylenol, and get some rest. In this case, she even had antibiotics! But no. She has to go the ER for her temperature! So, I got angry.

So she starts walking out the front door, and I started following her. We drove to the ER, and sat there for 3 1/2 hours until they finally called her in. Then she laid on a bed for another 2 hours until I got pissed off, that I left her there and went home.

When I got home, I started feeling sorry for her and angry at myself. So, I picked up her favorite blanket, and drove back to the hospital. She said a doctor finally saw her and gave her a boost of the same antibiotic she was on. Now, she was just laying there waiting to hear further word.

So, I stayed there another 2 hours until the doctor came back and said she could go home. The doctor said that she had a urinary tract infection, and to keep on taking the same antibiotics.

So basically, the doctor did little more than just give her some more of the same antibiotic she was on, and then tell us to do what I had told her to do originally. She spent nearly 9 hours there just to hear that.

We didn't get home until 4:30am. We went straight to bed, and I woke up around 10:30am. Then I get a call from my accountant that my appointment with her was at 10:00am this morning. So I basically blew that too.

Labels: Hospitals