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14 February 2007 @ 09:32 pm
I never, ever ever ever want to go back to a hospital again ever.

After eight hours there, with the promise of three more to go, I started to cry.

I'm not going into the details. Let's just say cheekymice, I have a whole new well of sympathy for you. I can't imagine having to go through this as many times as you have.

Upshot: I am not dying. I do have uterine fibroids, which make it difficult if not impossible to have children. Since I had no interest in doing so, that doesn't bother me. They also, apparently, are the cause of some of my pain. Not all, just some. They may or may not contribute to the stomach pain and vomiting. No one knows.

I don't want to talk about the money either.

Anyway, I'm reasonably okay. Short of a CT scan (which I am NOT HAVING), everything looks reasonably fine.

Maybe the vomiting is stress. That would be nice. I'm going to figure on it being stress and let it go.
I feel: discontentdiscontent
Elle: Blue Dawntheletterelle on February 15th, 2007 06:08 pm (UTC)
Actually, I really lucked out, because my sister Jeni is an ER nurse, and she was on yesterday. She expedited a bunch of it for me, AND she saved me from a very expensive CT scan that I didn't need. I would have been a mess without her helping me.

I hesitate to jump the line, usually, because I saw a bunch of people who were seriously sick, and I wouldn't want to make them wait for me. The bad part was waiting for all the tests. The REALLY bad part is that the doctors order all these tests to cover their asses so they don't get sued, so even if you probably don't need a test, they'll do it anyway (and charge a fortune) just in case. I don't blame them, I blame the people who sue for no reason, because they think the hospital has deep pockets. HAAATE.