So Sunday morning i was not feeling well and sent a message to my doc asking for some drugs.
Monday morning i get out of the shower from working 7p to 7a and find a message drop by lab for blood work, stool sample, and preregister for a ct scan.
So i drive down to the office, stand in line to pester ct, go to the lab and get my top hat, and give blood. Right as they stick me with the needle ct my phone rings from ct telling me to come get my contrast and gives me my ct time of 1p.
So i get home don't have time to sleep before drinking my contrast.
Dive back down town for my ct. I know when it was over i was in trouble by the looks on there faces. Then they would not take out my Iv so i would have to hang out. There phone rings and i get called into the office to talk to the doc so he can tell me to go to the ER. I go upstairs to the GI department, talk to my nurse and ask for a direct admit witch is a no go.
So i call my mom to stop by my house and take me to the ER. So i pack my bags and clean my house. I start getting phone calls asking where i'm at, what i'm doing, and when am i going to the ER. I keep telling them there is no reason to rush and sit in the ER for 8 hours for them to call me back and have me dehydrated.
So as were walking out the door to go to the ER i get a phone call. I'm now a direct admit, orders for an Iv and ordered my antibiotics from the pharmacy.
So i have an abscess pushing on my bladder from my diverticulitis at my sigmoid valve and will put in a drain first thing in the morning and send me home after diner.
Tuesday IR so over loaded and i was on the end of there list so i get pushed back to the next day. By dinner time my pain level hits a 6, I don't have any pain meds on my chart, so she's on the phone getting new orders.
Wednesday morning i was walking the halls when my nurse takes me to my room to get my shirt off and to get on a gown for IR. So i get to CT and they strap me down to the table tape my belly fat fold to my shoulders. They were only able to make me half loopy because i took a pain med that morning and my BP dropped form all there meds.
I was told the puss they pulled out was naster than it should of been so they can not let me go home till they grow it out (my insurance is to good).
It's Friday morning after breakfast, no labs are ordered, and have not seen a doc.
I'm so board. I think i'm going to sneak off the floor again around 9:45 with my IV poll in a hospital gown and see how long it takes security to take my back to my room. Yesterday i made it an hour 85 minutes and if i would not of tried to go to the cafeteria for a soda. I think that's why they called the chaplain to come talk to me yesterday.
I'm so board and need something to do...
Monday morning i get out of the shower from working 7p to 7a and find a message drop by lab for blood work, stool sample, and preregister for a ct scan.
So i drive down to the office, stand in line to pester ct, go to the lab and get my top hat, and give blood. Right as they stick me with the needle ct my phone rings from ct telling me to come get my contrast and gives me my ct time of 1p.
So i get home don't have time to sleep before drinking my contrast.
Dive back down town for my ct. I know when it was over i was in trouble by the looks on there faces. Then they would not take out my Iv so i would have to hang out. There phone rings and i get called into the office to talk to the doc so he can tell me to go to the ER. I go upstairs to the GI department, talk to my nurse and ask for a direct admit witch is a no go.
So i call my mom to stop by my house and take me to the ER. So i pack my bags and clean my house. I start getting phone calls asking where i'm at, what i'm doing, and when am i going to the ER. I keep telling them there is no reason to rush and sit in the ER for 8 hours for them to call me back and have me dehydrated.
So as were walking out the door to go to the ER i get a phone call. I'm now a direct admit, orders for an Iv and ordered my antibiotics from the pharmacy.
So i have an abscess pushing on my bladder from my diverticulitis at my sigmoid valve and will put in a drain first thing in the morning and send me home after diner.
Tuesday IR so over loaded and i was on the end of there list so i get pushed back to the next day. By dinner time my pain level hits a 6, I don't have any pain meds on my chart, so she's on the phone getting new orders.
Wednesday morning i was walking the halls when my nurse takes me to my room to get my shirt off and to get on a gown for IR. So i get to CT and they strap me down to the table tape my belly fat fold to my shoulders. They were only able to make me half loopy because i took a pain med that morning and my BP dropped form all there meds.
I was told the puss they pulled out was naster than it should of been so they can not let me go home till they grow it out (my insurance is to good).
It's Friday morning after breakfast, no labs are ordered, and have not seen a doc.
I'm so board. I think i'm going to sneak off the floor again around 9:45 with my IV poll in a hospital gown and see how long it takes security to take my back to my room. Yesterday i made it an hour 85 minutes and if i would not of tried to go to the cafeteria for a soda. I think that's why they called the chaplain to come talk to me yesterday.
I'm so board and need something to do...