I woke up w/my rt leg not able to move w/o excruciating pain, (15/10); I'm very good with pain, so…read moremy husband took me to the e.r., Sadly Keck USC is the closest one. I was on my old crutches when arriving because it helped to keep my weight off the leg & help with movement. The very kind security guard immediately got me a wheelchair. She also helped me gather my registration paperwork so I didn't have to wait in line.
The nurse who took my vitals asked why I was there. This is not a common condition, but she said she had to check with her attending who determined it was not an emergency. A simple Google check would have told her that it was life threatening, but she was NOT a good doctor. More on her later. After a couple of hours, they took me back for a blood panel so they could do a CT scan w/contrast completely skipping an ultrasound then an MRI w/contrast. The phlebotomist was good.
I told them I was freezing and could I please have a blanket, & I hadn't eaten all day; could I have a sandwich. The doctor, whom I already went over all of my health issues, asked, "What if I got you a full meal instead?" I again had to remind her that I was on the FOD map diet for my IBS and could I just please have the plain sandwich and the blanket. This is now the second or third time asking for these things. She said she'd check on these. She and her attending both examined me, pushed very hard on the painful area. If it had been a clot, it could have broken apart & killed me.
I finally got my blanket about 6 hours later. Still no sandwich. The female doctor/attending sucked & said if I was nauseous, I would have to keep the oversalted crackers down, which I did, then I could have a sandwich. I ate one pack, stopped, & was so angry thinking, "Does she think she's my mom?" I know my body & have been through enough things that I know what I best respond to.
My husband found someone & told him what the m.d. said and could he please bring me sandwich. He said he would check on it. That was all of their responses. You would have thought that their sandwiches were on lockdown. In the meantime, I was in the main waiting room w/10-15 people vomiting non-stop.
Finally, it was my time to go to the CT scan room, which I didn't get because someone was stroking out. Understandable. So I asked if I could have my sandwich while I was waiting because they were giving me strong pain medicine, & I still had to take my own, so I needed something in my stomach to help with the acids. "I'll go check on it."
They rolled me into the inner waiting room left me facing the wall because I was apparently their prisoner except for no bread or water. When it was finally time to take me to the CT room, I asked about the Zofran, AGAIN, because I know how nauseous the contrast makes me. OOPS! They forgot to order it, so I had to go back to my prison cell. At least this time, they left me facing my husband who again asked about my sandwich. "I'll go check on it."
At least an hour later, they finally got the Zofran and were able to take me to the CT room. Brian, the assistant was very nice and patient. He even offered to replace my blanket with a warmer one. When my husband asked him about my sandwich, he said, "I'll go check on it." The actual technician in the white lab coat was a little too in my face and rushing me. I COULDN'T MOVE MY LEG; I WAS DOING THE BEST I COULD!
They rolled me to the main waiting room w/all of the vomiting people. After an hour or two, they came to get me just to put me in back in my prison cell. My husband had to go let our dogs out and feed them & asked again before he left about my sandwich.. "I'll go check on it."
I was in the little waiting room at 3:00a.m. by myself & didn't sleep because I didn't trust these people. Meanwhile, the new RN's or MA's, (I couldn't tell which from their lack of professionalism) just kept flirting with the married NP who's ego got bigger with their many questions he answered. They could have researched on their own. I waited until 5:00a.m. because everyone kept ignoring me. Since no M.D. or P.A. was present, just an N.P. who was basically in front of me but never checked on me nor made eye contact w/me in those two hours, I finally asked very loudly "Is anyone going to tell me what's going on with me?" No response.
A few minutes later, the N.P. shouted back (HIPPA), "I just now got your test results," (right) "and I'll go over the results, discharge paperwork, and any notes for work," but he just handed them to me. Luckily, I'm have a pre-nursing AA along w/a bunch of certs since I had to read them on my own. He said he would remove my port I reminded them I had because I know they would have left it in. I was already taking it out when he said he could do that. The CT scan was clear. I said, "doesn't explain my symptoms". Him, "Maybe we should run more tests. Which ones?" I asked to be rolled out. I'll go to the pro's to figure this out. Never got my damn sandwich!
