Laker_Girl
Mrs. Big Dick McGee
So I woke up Monday morning (June 19) and I felt sick to my stomach but fortunately by Monday night I was feeling fine. Tuesday I felt fine, Wednesday during the day I felt fine but then right before bed I was feeling some tightness around my rib cage, that had happened before and went away so I wasn't too worried.
At 4:00 Thursday morning I woke up in terrible pain and could not get back to sleep so I just laid in bed and as the morning went on the pain intensified and finally forced me to throw up. I laid around some more, in awful pain and then at about 5:00pm I was convinced I was having a heart attack as I'd broken into a cold sweat and was vomiting regularly so I called my mom and told her that I needed her to take me to the Emergency Room.
We got to the hospital and of course I had to fill out a stack of paper work and was then told to "have a seat" and I knew it was going to be hours and hours as there were tons of people waiting. I couldn't wait, the pain was just killing me so I told my mom to tell the nurses that my chest pain was getting worse, that was the trick. They rushed me in and did an EKG and it turned out my ticker was top notch, not a thing wrong with it but it was obvious that I was in serious pain so they got me a room in the ER A.S.A.P.
A very nice, very caring black doctor checked me out by asking me questions about where my pain was located and by pushing on my guts and when he pushed just below the right side of my rib cage I screamed in pain and he said, "That's what I thought, I believe it's your gall bladder, you may have gall stones. I'm going to order a sonogram but first we'll get you something to take care of the pain." I thought, "MY GALL BLADDER? That's what's causing all of this ridiculous pain? Pain I've had on and off for YEARS?!" At any rate I was just glad to know what it was and glad to get the pain medication. I got the sonogram which showed lots of gall stones and a thickened and inflamed gall bladder.
The nice doctor informed me that I would need surgery, my gall bladder had to go and I would be admitted to the hospital and put on anti-biotics to prepare me for a Saturday or Sunday surgery. I was out of pain and my mommy was by my side so I was perfectly fine with that. I got a second dose of pain medication and an IV push of anti-biotics and I was good to go.
I got to my room and was placed next to a nice black woman recovering from a hysterectomy, now mind you, this was at 3:00am, every ER moves slow as shit...So I slept as well as anyone can in a hospital and was basically feeling perfectly fine by Friday morning, no pain medication needed and I was HUNGRY as I hadn't eaten since Wednesday night. Was I going to get to dine on some fine hospital cuisine? I mean, surgery isn't until Saturday afternoon at best. Um, no, just IV fluids which made me have to go to the bathroom every hour on the hour, I finally stopped bothering the nurses aid and learned how to plug in and unplug my IV thingy. I also found it odd that I hadn't eaten for days and still had to poop, I guess that's a good thing but it was still weird.
So my nice black lady roomy left Friday at noon and I had the room to myself until 3:00 Saturday morning when nurses brought in a 19 year old spicaloon that didn't speak a word of English. The idiot locked her keys in her house and instead of waiting for someone to come home or at the very least using her left hand she put her right hand through a window and tore all of her nerves and ligaments, that hand is dead now, useless. She was from a neighboring city and I was curoius as to why she was in my city at a private hospital but it turned out the hand surgeon she needed was at that hospital, whatever. So she snored all night long and then to my surprise her wetback husband and brother were in the room by 8:00am and annoying the hell out of me. As if chattering endlessly in Spanish wasn't annoying enough they used the patient's bathroom! That was all I could take, I called my nurse and told her that they had to leave, I needed to rest and they were using the bathroom and that's unacceptable. My nurse was furious and repremanded then for using the restroom and told the patient that it was time for her to check out, hooray! My nurse had maintenence come and clean my bathroom and all was right with the world again.
Without warning the guy from surgery showed up and I was rushed off. I don't remember much as I was without my glasses and could not see a damn thing but when I got to surgery I was asked a few questions and then put under. The next thing I knew I was being woken up by the nurse and I was asking for my mom and also asking if I'd thrown up (I hadn't, they just took the breathing tube out). I was taken back to my room and given the juice that could only be made by God, morphine, and I slept for a good three or four hours. I woke up groggy but thought, "Screw this, I'm getting better and now." I stood up, unplugged my IV thing and hit the bathroom, I, of course, had to pee. So I took off the ever attractive surgical underwear and noticed something odd...At some point I'd pooped my panties..WHAT THE HELL!!! I HADN'T EATEN IN THREE DAYS!!!! Eh, well, who cares, they've seen worse and it wasn't much poop. I cleaned up and put on my jammy bottoms, called for more morphine and went right back to sleep.
I enjoyed a tasty clear dinner that night and then a tasty clear breakfast Sunday morning (tasty beacause I was starving) and was released Sunday morning. Eleven staples and a little bruising and now I'm good as new.
Now here's the kicker...About a month ago I dropped my health insurance as it was becoming WAY too expensive. I was just about to sign up with another plan when this happened so yes kids, I was not covered by health insurance and now I owe the hospital a whopping $27,000+. I have to file indingent with the county in order to get a payment plan with the hospital. If I didn't laugh about it, I would cry. I was grateful they didn't send me to the county hospital but I think they could tell I was good for the money. The other kicker is, this is the first time in probably 10 or 15 years I haven't had health insurance and for at least the last five years I've been having the same pain and none of my doctors ever suspected it was my gall bladder. Bitches.
At 4:00 Thursday morning I woke up in terrible pain and could not get back to sleep so I just laid in bed and as the morning went on the pain intensified and finally forced me to throw up. I laid around some more, in awful pain and then at about 5:00pm I was convinced I was having a heart attack as I'd broken into a cold sweat and was vomiting regularly so I called my mom and told her that I needed her to take me to the Emergency Room.
We got to the hospital and of course I had to fill out a stack of paper work and was then told to "have a seat" and I knew it was going to be hours and hours as there were tons of people waiting. I couldn't wait, the pain was just killing me so I told my mom to tell the nurses that my chest pain was getting worse, that was the trick. They rushed me in and did an EKG and it turned out my ticker was top notch, not a thing wrong with it but it was obvious that I was in serious pain so they got me a room in the ER A.S.A.P.
A very nice, very caring black doctor checked me out by asking me questions about where my pain was located and by pushing on my guts and when he pushed just below the right side of my rib cage I screamed in pain and he said, "That's what I thought, I believe it's your gall bladder, you may have gall stones. I'm going to order a sonogram but first we'll get you something to take care of the pain." I thought, "MY GALL BLADDER? That's what's causing all of this ridiculous pain? Pain I've had on and off for YEARS?!" At any rate I was just glad to know what it was and glad to get the pain medication. I got the sonogram which showed lots of gall stones and a thickened and inflamed gall bladder.
The nice doctor informed me that I would need surgery, my gall bladder had to go and I would be admitted to the hospital and put on anti-biotics to prepare me for a Saturday or Sunday surgery. I was out of pain and my mommy was by my side so I was perfectly fine with that. I got a second dose of pain medication and an IV push of anti-biotics and I was good to go.
I got to my room and was placed next to a nice black woman recovering from a hysterectomy, now mind you, this was at 3:00am, every ER moves slow as shit...So I slept as well as anyone can in a hospital and was basically feeling perfectly fine by Friday morning, no pain medication needed and I was HUNGRY as I hadn't eaten since Wednesday night. Was I going to get to dine on some fine hospital cuisine? I mean, surgery isn't until Saturday afternoon at best. Um, no, just IV fluids which made me have to go to the bathroom every hour on the hour, I finally stopped bothering the nurses aid and learned how to plug in and unplug my IV thingy. I also found it odd that I hadn't eaten for days and still had to poop, I guess that's a good thing but it was still weird.
So my nice black lady roomy left Friday at noon and I had the room to myself until 3:00 Saturday morning when nurses brought in a 19 year old spicaloon that didn't speak a word of English. The idiot locked her keys in her house and instead of waiting for someone to come home or at the very least using her left hand she put her right hand through a window and tore all of her nerves and ligaments, that hand is dead now, useless. She was from a neighboring city and I was curoius as to why she was in my city at a private hospital but it turned out the hand surgeon she needed was at that hospital, whatever. So she snored all night long and then to my surprise her wetback husband and brother were in the room by 8:00am and annoying the hell out of me. As if chattering endlessly in Spanish wasn't annoying enough they used the patient's bathroom! That was all I could take, I called my nurse and told her that they had to leave, I needed to rest and they were using the bathroom and that's unacceptable. My nurse was furious and repremanded then for using the restroom and told the patient that it was time for her to check out, hooray! My nurse had maintenence come and clean my bathroom and all was right with the world again.
Without warning the guy from surgery showed up and I was rushed off. I don't remember much as I was without my glasses and could not see a damn thing but when I got to surgery I was asked a few questions and then put under. The next thing I knew I was being woken up by the nurse and I was asking for my mom and also asking if I'd thrown up (I hadn't, they just took the breathing tube out). I was taken back to my room and given the juice that could only be made by God, morphine, and I slept for a good three or four hours. I woke up groggy but thought, "Screw this, I'm getting better and now." I stood up, unplugged my IV thing and hit the bathroom, I, of course, had to pee. So I took off the ever attractive surgical underwear and noticed something odd...At some point I'd pooped my panties..WHAT THE HELL!!! I HADN'T EATEN IN THREE DAYS!!!! Eh, well, who cares, they've seen worse and it wasn't much poop. I cleaned up and put on my jammy bottoms, called for more morphine and went right back to sleep.
I enjoyed a tasty clear dinner that night and then a tasty clear breakfast Sunday morning (tasty beacause I was starving) and was released Sunday morning. Eleven staples and a little bruising and now I'm good as new.
Now here's the kicker...About a month ago I dropped my health insurance as it was becoming WAY too expensive. I was just about to sign up with another plan when this happened so yes kids, I was not covered by health insurance and now I owe the hospital a whopping $27,000+. I have to file indingent with the county in order to get a payment plan with the hospital. If I didn't laugh about it, I would cry. I was grateful they didn't send me to the county hospital but I think they could tell I was good for the money. The other kicker is, this is the first time in probably 10 or 15 years I haven't had health insurance and for at least the last five years I've been having the same pain and none of my doctors ever suspected it was my gall bladder. Bitches.
