Oh, wow. Thanks everyone.
Oh, Jess! I said, "Oh, no she didn't" before you confirmed the PBJ sandwich. Asshat. I hope your mother did kill them. Sheeesh.
My first drink they brought me after my tonsilectomy was Grapefruit juice. Thank goodness I was a teenager, and knew that much acid was not going to feel good on an open wound. The nurse was all, "Well, you have to drink something," and I said, "Yeah, but not anything acidic." She said I'd get sicker if I got dehydrated. I told her I'd have to be crazy to drink Grapefruit juice, and that I'd wait 'til my mother came back in the room, to see what she said.
Cass, hee. I always put the "who is okay" thing at the beginning, because when I read people's stress stories, my heart is in my throat.
It was unbelievably incompetent to take even a potential allergic reaction that cavalierly. Those things kill people.
Yeah, and this was systemic, which is really scary. A lump at the injection site wouldn't have even turned my head, frankly. Hives? When they're on the Fact Sheet as "severe reaction". Yeah. I'm gonna wait.
Poor Cindy. Her children are out to give her a heart attack.
It's true. Or a stroke.
Oh, Cindy. Tear them a new asshole--since the one they have is obviously plugged up with their HEADS.
*snerk* Cashmere.
vw, how is Toto doing?
JZ, if you lurk, I take it you didn't call today. My mother didn't say anything about it, if you did. I'm home now, but I'm a bit dead, and headachy.
Yikes, Cindy! I'm glad Chris is okay now.
It is probbably better that you wait until tomorrow. 'cause today someone might die.
Oh, Cindy. sends virtual thwappage to asshat doctor's office
beth, when all that adrenaline (can't spell that right now) gets pumping, and then the crisis is over, my righteous anger is mostly spent. I'm so grateful he's okay, I couldn't ream them, today. It's like I crashed.
My first drink they brought me after my tonsilectomy was Grapefruit juice. Thank goodness I was a teenager, and knew that much acid was not going to feel good on an open wound. The nurse was all, "Well, you have to drink something," and I said, "Yeah, but not anything acidic." She said I'd get sicker if I got dehydrated.
Did they not have WATER in this hospital? Or hell, apple juice?
I was 8 and drugged to the gills the first time I remember correcting a doctor. A few days after my kidney surgery, one of the tubes was ready to come out, and if I hadn't been stopped them, they would have pulled out the wrong one. I mean, I know surgeons don't get a lot of sleep, but come on. I was eight. (Granted, I started earning my geek stripes early, as my favorite book at that age was The Magic Anatomy Book, but still. Eight.)
Ah, stories of correcting doctors. Such as when I had to tell a doctor that the x-ray he was showing me was not of my husband's kidneys. "But it has his name on it." "But it shows a gall bladder. My husband doesn't have a gall bladder." "Are you sure?" "Note the very large scar on his stomach." Doctor pauses: "Boy, whoever this x-ray is of is having a bad day, too."
Oh, Cindy! I hope it was his staff, so you don't have to find a new doctor. How scary, and how rage-making!
vw, how is Toto doing?
I think he's doing better. We're going to finish this course of antibiotics and see if it seems to stick.
Cindy, I wanna kill your doctor's office staff.
