HIPAA-critical
After my illness took a pretty quick downturn today, my mom, the super nurse (and former ER triage nurse) sent me to the ER via phone from Alabama. So, knowing that it'd be a long wait and would be absolutely miserable, I went anyway, because some of my symptoms were veering toward serious illness.
I got to get back in a pretty decent time frame, mainly because my symptoms triggered the sirens of crazed illness beyond just the viral or bacterial sickness. Of course, once you get back, that's when the waiting begins. I was poked and prodded every way possible. Blood work, head CT, strep test, x-rays, UAs, and a spinal tap (which failed because the doc didn't have the right needles, and just left me in pain).
But, while I was waiting in the lovely clinic-like ER side unit that was divided by lovely curtains, and I was nestled in "room" D5 for about 8 hours this evening, I got to hear every single conversation going on in D1-D4 & D6. And boy were they interesting. Read more
