I just spent 3 hours of my precious vacation time sitting in an ER.
Why, you ask?
Because my husband has a sore throat.
The local doctors were too busy to see someone visiting from out of town ("you have to schedule at least a half an hour for a new patient"), and our doctor back home is in the middle of leaving the practice and wasn't around today so the only doctor available was a complete stranger unable to write a prescription for an antibiotic for a patient they'd never even met.
So it was off to the ER...
3 hours later, $50 poorer, and armed with more personal information about a fellow ER patient than anyone would EVER care to know, we were sent away with the instructions to suck on a sucrets every 2 hours and pop some ibuprofin. Yep, you guessed it...the rapid strep was negative.
Now back to the fellow patient- because this is something that I can't not share!
After sitting in the waiting room for about 2 hours a woman and her mother walked in. The woman was called into triage and her mother got up and walked away for a moment. They both returned and I had the unfortunate experience of overhearing their conversation...in which the mother confessed to her daughter that she'd just had an accident ("just a small one") and needed to go home. EEEEEWWWW!
The next thing I know the lady plops herself down across from us and starts babbling away...apparently to us because there was no one else around. I tried to ignore her, but she didn't seem to get the hint. Kevin was far better at it than I was. It started off innocently with her asking about the score of the baseball game on the tv (why she couldn't just look for herself I will never know). I gave the briefest of answers possible and tried to look as dissintrested in her as I could. The next thing I know she's going on about how "I'm going to get the run around again. I know they're going to diagnose me with something that won't be right and then I'll get more symptoms and they'll change the diagnosis..."etc. The sad fact is that I just don't have it in me to be rude to people and so I made an unforgivable mistake.
I asked her what was wrong. WHAT WAS I THINKING?! This woman was clearly deranged.
I swear to you, her answer was the only lesson I will ever need. I will NEVER, EVER again ask another patient in an ER what they are being seen for, because this is the answer that I got...
"I have this brown, gooey discharge down there."
OH. MY. GOD! Would you EVER in a million years make that confession to a complete stranger? Wouldn't you at least say something like "I'm having some female troubles" or something along those lines? Not this lady. OH NO! I was treated to the entire history of her reproductive organs.
No more nice for me. From here on out I'm as cold as it gets.