The week has gone by as I have lost two nights sleep, an organ, and gained probably 48+ hours of sleep, four new holes and five kittens. In my head the week swirled by as I dosed in and out of consciousness, but somehow today is friday and by the time I finish posting it'll be closer to saturday, yet I still feel like it's wed or thursday..somewhere in there.
Tuesday as scheduled I went into the internal specialists office to review the ultrasound findings. Yet, the appointment in my head was supposed to be only about my gallbladder and maybe I thought he'd chat about other options. But, when we arrived we waited 20 minutes in the waiting room and then were led into an open room and told that I needed to sign a waiver to be injected with more allergy tests...they had me at 'injected' and my eyes widened to the deer in head lights size. In shock and confusion I signed reassuring myself that maybe it was necessary. When the Dr. came in he brought a tray full of serums and four syringes, telling us that we were going to tests for dog, cat, dust, and mite allergies and my eyes widened to panic as I looked at my husband in confusion. You see I get needles for blood tests all the time but it has not changed my fear of needles. I can't explain it any better than my husband did the other day, theres no reason for it, but "some people go on diets and cleanses, all you need to do is give her a needle and her body goes through a cleanse." A wave of fear and panic go over me, and if your injecting something into me it worsens to include large drops of sweat pouring out while I lay helplessly shaking. To be fair both my husband and I warned him of what would happen if I did not lay down for it, and I think out of worry he allowed me to before injecting me with four different vile's. However the last time I was in they tested for the exact same things with just a pin prick test and they were negative so of course we had to do the needles....it made no sense to me. But the final few exchanges of sentences about my gall bladder caused this loss of time, as he told me that if I was in pain for 3+ days to go to the ER. The thing is I had been in pain for weeks, well the same as always just a touch more...., so I called my mom and we headed into the emerge mainly because the Dr. told me too.
When we arrived it was 3pm - when we finally got passed the first waiting room and into see a clerk, it was my sisters mother-in-law who had to pass me off to someone else due to ethics I think. After being processed we were sent to the second waiting room of uncomfortable chairs in a corner of a hallway. By then it was 6pm, and finally, I was called into an exam room where I was given a hospital gown to change into. And a few minutes later a Dr. in board shorts and a hoodie came in and we went over the facts like, where my pain was, scale of 1-10, what my doctor had said, and about the stones. Then I was sent to the third waiting room full of old brown hospital recliner chairs. Where a nurse came to install an IV drip in my left arm, and morphine for the pain, next another nurse came to take blood to run tests, and ...
so tired the rest later :)
~ElysiaB
Tuesday as scheduled I went into the internal specialists office to review the ultrasound findings. Yet, the appointment in my head was supposed to be only about my gallbladder and maybe I thought he'd chat about other options. But, when we arrived we waited 20 minutes in the waiting room and then were led into an open room and told that I needed to sign a waiver to be injected with more allergy tests...they had me at 'injected' and my eyes widened to the deer in head lights size. In shock and confusion I signed reassuring myself that maybe it was necessary. When the Dr. came in he brought a tray full of serums and four syringes, telling us that we were going to tests for dog, cat, dust, and mite allergies and my eyes widened to panic as I looked at my husband in confusion. You see I get needles for blood tests all the time but it has not changed my fear of needles. I can't explain it any better than my husband did the other day, theres no reason for it, but "some people go on diets and cleanses, all you need to do is give her a needle and her body goes through a cleanse." A wave of fear and panic go over me, and if your injecting something into me it worsens to include large drops of sweat pouring out while I lay helplessly shaking. To be fair both my husband and I warned him of what would happen if I did not lay down for it, and I think out of worry he allowed me to before injecting me with four different vile's. However the last time I was in they tested for the exact same things with just a pin prick test and they were negative so of course we had to do the needles....it made no sense to me. But the final few exchanges of sentences about my gall bladder caused this loss of time, as he told me that if I was in pain for 3+ days to go to the ER. The thing is I had been in pain for weeks, well the same as always just a touch more...., so I called my mom and we headed into the emerge mainly because the Dr. told me too.
When we arrived it was 3pm - when we finally got passed the first waiting room and into see a clerk, it was my sisters mother-in-law who had to pass me off to someone else due to ethics I think. After being processed we were sent to the second waiting room of uncomfortable chairs in a corner of a hallway. By then it was 6pm, and finally, I was called into an exam room where I was given a hospital gown to change into. And a few minutes later a Dr. in board shorts and a hoodie came in and we went over the facts like, where my pain was, scale of 1-10, what my doctor had said, and about the stones. Then I was sent to the third waiting room full of old brown hospital recliner chairs. Where a nurse came to install an IV drip in my left arm, and morphine for the pain, next another nurse came to take blood to run tests, and ...
so tired the rest later :)
~ElysiaB
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