I am going to rant and rave about my recent Hospital stay, Cuz it wasn't fun!
Last Wednesday was a good day.....it was to be the start of my vacation.
I left work, and on the ride home...BAMMMM!
I kept driving, mostly because I was in denial, and I thought, "this can't be happening!" The pressure in my chest started to get worse, and I found myself weighing the options.......should I keep driving and get home? Should I pull over?
I started to feel a little light-headed...so instead of pulling over....I decided to back off (way off) the car in front of me and open the windows. (logic, huh?)
I knew this wasn't right, but I was mad, that this was happening when I was supposed to be starting vacation!
Needless to say, I made it home, but the pain had now wrapped around to my back. I knew this wasn't good, and knew I had to call 911.
I seriously contemplated driving myself, but my inner voice told me that "NO" I should call 911.
I think I gave my name a million times and my date of birth, it seemed everyone new needed to know the same info. (I guess they never thought of sharing).
After I had called 911, I had tried to call my daughter, and I got the message that her mailbox was full, and to try my call again later...huh? Not good. So I called her SO across the street, and he came running over just as the cavalry arrived.
I could hear my grandson yelling from across the street....awwww, he wanted to make sure I was okay, so he came over too. Anyway, I was loaded on a gurney and shoved (I mean shoved, not nicely) into the waiting ambulance. I gave a wave and blew a kiss to my grandson and the doors shut. A million more questions ensued, and then they started with the needles.......
I HATE NEEDLES!
They gave me aspirin and nitro and we were off.....
By the time we arrived at the hospital, the pain had pretty much subsided. There were a million more questions, I had to give my name and date of birth at least 3 times more (would they be lost if I was unconcious? They don't seem to know how to communicate), and many more tests, EKG,chest X-ray, etc. And, I did alot of waiting around. The pain was gone now, and I was just aggrivated at having to lay there. I wanted to go home and start my vacation. But nooooo........ I was told that I had to be admitted. They couldn't take the chance that I didn't have an "incident" and that something wouldn't happen at midnight or 3 am.
Now, I know I am a bad patient, always have been, always will be.....but I didn't want to be admitted! Especially when my pain was gone. My daughter came into the emergency room and agreed with the doctor (traitor!) that to be safe I should stay overnight.
I guess I had no choice, and thought okay, so I'll start my vacation tomorrow morning. Well, they brought me up to my room, and told me to get some rest.......................
They were in constantly, all night long, taking my blood pressure/pulse, and drawing more blood for tests! They even felt they had to do an EKG at 3:30 am! WTF ??? Was that really necessary?
I think they sit downstairs and because they have to work the night shift, they think up evil ways to take it out on others.....like, ohhhhh that patient in room 231 is new, let's do weird shit to her all night long, hahaha!
This is what it felt like too....sometimes they found the vein....sometimes, no.
And do they not realize that snapping that tube on and off hurts? It moves the friggin' needle inside your vein! They just go about it like they were hammering nails.
So anyway, at 6:30 the next morning, the nurse comes in to give me my meds (they say I need an aspirin to thin my blood) and it isn't coated, so she says she will go get a coated one and be right back.....I don't see her again. I ask one of the blood pressure takers to check on the aspirin at 7:15 and she assures me she will. My real Doctor comes in to see me at 7:45 and he's all concerned and wants me to see a Cardiologist. I tell him I just want to go home. I'll make an appointment with the Cardiac guy, just discharge me.....he says "NO!"
He won't discharge me until I see the Cardiac guy. I'm kinda mad, but I will see the guy today and then be on my way.......a little heads up......the Cardiac guy never shows up!
I ask the next blood taker girl to check on my meds (I still haven't got them!) and off she goes. Okay, here is the defiant part..... I am fed up and angry that I have to be there, especially when I have no pain and haven't since the day before.....and have sat here reading a book and watching TV ( a flat screen which my grandson thinks is the coolest thing!) last night and today. I pulled one of the leads off my heart monitor thing about 11 am (I was told they monitor that at the nurses station) to see how long it would take them to notice and then maybe I could get my meds that they said I needed!
Lunchtime came and went with the Dietary girl upset that I didn't eat enough.....(try giving us edible food!) and I did more watching TV. At 3:30 (just after shift change) my new nurse Laurel came down to check on me because she said one of my leads was off.....I didn't tell her I did it on purpose......and she was nice. She got my meds! She also got me a cup of tea. I liked Laurel. I found out that between 6:30 and her shift there was another shift change in nursing, the 7:00 am nurse (who I never saw) and the one who originally came at 6:30!!
More tests, more needles, and no Cardiologist all day. I have to spend another night in the hospital? Yup! I feel like a friggin' prisoner!
My family comes to visit in the evening, and they think I should rest...take it easy....calm down.......
If they only knew what it was like. Why should I stay if I didn't have an "incident" and I don't have pain? It's for my own good I'm told.
I stay the night, but in the morning, I tell my Doctor that I am going to check out AMA (against medical advice) if the Cardiologist doesn't come in. There is no reason for me to be here missing my vacation! He is less than thrilled with me, and gives me a look.....but, I don't care, I'm a bad patient I know it, and he can give me the eyes and I just don't care!
So, the Cardiologist comes in about 11:30 am and tells me he "thinks" it might be angina, but he won't know without other tests. He also heard that I wanted to check out, and wants to know my reasoning....so I give it to him too! He said that if it wasn't the holiday weekend coming up, he would insist I stay, but if I agree to go to his office on Thursday for a stress test he would discharge me.....yipeee! I agree!
But he also says that everything I had planned for vacation, is a "NO-GO", meaning it's not going to happen. All the things I had planned, will have to wait until after my tests, no lifting things, no moving boxes, no gardening! I have to "REST" for the next few days until I see him. Boring...........
So now I am home, and have gotten back to my blog, which I really missed and we will see how things turn out on Thursday!
I have to say though, that I am scared and nervous that something is going to happen again.......
I am now known as a "non-compliant" patient.......LOL