Since Sunday morning, I've spent an awful lot of time at the hospital.
I've got Crohn's Disease and after a really nasty stomach infection a year and a half ago, I got stuck with yet another one. However, because I didn't ignore this one for over a month (moron.. party of one.. your table is ready!), I ended up not being as sick. Even though I was in a hell of a lot of pain - doesn't really matter how advanced or not-at-all-advanced an intestinal infection is.. it still hurts like a MOFO - I'm not in as bad shape as last year and I'll be able to bounce back a lot faster.
Proof... I'm only about 2.5 days into my anti-biotics and I feel 1000 times better already.
I also came to find out that if the diet my doctor plans to put me on doesn't help a whole lot, there is at least some medication out there to help keep me from going through this each year. I didn't know that before. One of the drawbacks of the medication is that it causes nausea... but... (trumpets blowing happily)... not in me... Woo WOO!.
The doctors, nurses & techs at the hospital are pretty great.. even if they do make you wait forever and ever. And even if they poke you over and over with needles trying hard to get blood from you and missing. I swear... every nurse that came near me Sunday and especially yesterday, had to try at least 2 times. One had to try 3 times... he thankfully gave up... because my left hand still hurts and I probably look like a heroin addict with all the trackmarks I have.
The admin. staff, however... not even a little great. I ended up having to spend an extra day there all because the admissions bozos refused to give me my file... as I was instructed by the tech that did a scan requested by a doctor I saw. Originally, before the tech read the doctor's instructions... she told me just to make an appointment in a few days for the results. She told me after the scan... "oh bad news... you have to stay and see the doctor today. We can't let you leave yet" and told me where to go (back to emergency) and what to say when I got there ("Give me my file, I have to hand it off to the Triage Nurse, who will hand it off to the doctor").
The fuzz-mouthed bitches at the admissions desk refused to give me my file, in spite of the instructions I repeated back to them (at least 3 times or so)... from a tech who knew way more about what I needed to do than these geniuses did. After 10 minutes of politely, yet likely morphine-fuelled arguing, I got pissed off and decided to go follow the tech's original instructions and just make an appointment with what turned out to be a much friendlier clerk who didn't even argue with me once when I asked if she could set up the appointment for really really soon.
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