Monday, June 9, 2008

You thought my life was exciting before...

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.

12 fabulous responses:

Liz said...

Oh.......my..........gosh!
I can SOOOO see myself falling into that same trap b/c I'm the same way...I can't be rude. I just don't have it in me. But wow. Like you said WHY would she give you that much info?! Holy schnikeys!

Melissa said...

Ok, that is just WRONG!!! Talk about TMI! I guess that was a lesson learned, right? No more Mr. Nice Guy! :)

McMommy said...

Ughhhhh!!!

Ok, this post was total payback for my "catch kids' vomit with my hands" post!!!

Blechhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

Mandy said...

um... thanks for sharing??!!

thanks for coming by my blog and nice to meet you!

Lynette said...

Wow. Next time, be as cold as ICE. Who says that?!

McMommy said...

One more time....just to reiterate...EWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!

:)


Happy POW!

Sgt and Mrs Hub said...

Oh GAG! I think I am now scarred FOR LIFE! As I am sure you are as well.

Cold as ice baby, cold as ice...

-Andrea

Shannon said...

I'm like that too - too friendly and I have some invisible sign on me that must say "tell me all your secrets", lol. Sorry you had to get an earful!!!!

Mamasphere said...

Oh. My. Word.

That is disgusting!

I probably would've been polite up to that point, but once I heard brown gooey discharge, would've felt quite free to put her in her place. EWWWW.

Hopefully you weren't subjected to anything else!

4funboys said...

that is soooo funny!

With 4 boys... I've spent some time in ER waiting rooms. Too much time in fact. One of the ER doctors is now on a first name basis with my husband, and they even coach baseball together. We actually took him and his wife to CABO on vacation with us a few months ago because...

he's saved us from hours of hanging out in the waiting room by sneaking us back to stitch up the boys a few times. He even came to our house a couple of weeks ago to stitch up one of the boys hands before his baseball game so he wouldn't be late "just sitting around listening to all them crazy stories in the ER waiting room."

He was VERY entertaining on vacation too... he told us so wierd stories... your post totally made me think about that...

Funny!

Rachael said...

Uhhh McMommy, I don't think your reflex touches what Shannon just told us! Oh honey, next time don't worry what someone thinks about you and IGNORE them! Yikes, you must be scarred, for sure!

What did Kevin say?

Shannon said...

Kevin said it was my own fault and left me to sit with her while he was taken in the back to be seen as punishment. He did eventually send someone out to get me though.