ER ADVENTURE

Yesterday afternoon after I just couldn't take the pain any longer, I went to the ER.  Because I had recently had a CABG and had chest-related pain, I got the full cardiac work up.  They remarked at what a "beautiful EKG" I had  *eyeroll.*  (I am beginning to think all these beautiful EKGs mean absolutely nothing.)

They took about eight tubes of blood for various tests, the levels of one tube apparently indicating I had a clot, so I wound up staying at the ER around seven hours while they sorted out the clot business, which included a set of X-Rays and a CT scan with contrast.  Try as they might, they found no clot, so they removed my IVs, gave me a script for oxy, and finally shoved me out the door. 

I should have enough pain medication to last until the prodigal doctor returns.  As soon as I see him he will get the tongue-lashing of his life.  I will make him beg me to forgive him.  I may even make him kiss my shoe. (Yes, I am THAT angry.)

I still have a lot of phone work in the coming few days to accomplish...such as getting a hold of "Nurse Ratched" to set up the pain specialist appointment, and making sure all my ER stuff transfers to the doctor's office. 

This recent fubar makes me wonder what happens to the patients who aren't able to fend for themselves, or don't have a patient advocate, or trust in their doctors a litle too much to not question what they do.  I shudder to think.