Last night I doubled booked myself but I ended up doing neither. I got a call at a little before seven that resulted in my driving as fast as I could to Tatum and Union Hills (for those of you out of state that is 30 minutes from my house). The gal, we'll call her SR (Super Rad), I went to Mexico with was having major stomach pains. I scooped her up and we headed to the ER. Upon arrival we were greeted with "So how are you all doing tonight?" What? Who asks that at an ER? How do you think we are doing? Anyway, we quickly got checked in and admitted in a room within 20 or so minutes. Not bad. Maybe we will be home by 10? Funny side note, I realized that I had a bottle of wine in my purse from grocery shopping earlier that night. I think the nurse thought we were going to crack it open because he got all antsy when he saw it.
Moving on, after we get settled in the room a person came around to register SR. They talked about insurance and what not but the conversation quickly turns sketchy. She tells SR "I am going to ask you a series of questions but don't be alarmed. We ask everyone. First, do you have a living will?". What? Seriously? She then continues to ask questions and ends with something like, "Is there anyone here that you would like to appoint as your power of attorney in the event that something happens?" She asked that one while glancing at me. Whoa. No, we're good thanks.
The doctor came in to ask some questions to try to figure out what may be going on. Talking, talking, talking...then SR suddenly remembers that one of the nights she was there she got up in the middle of the night and drank some water from the tap by habit. Damn. Parasite.
The doc also decided that we should do a quick test to rule out a blood clot. I am thinking quick? 20 minutes. No prob. Nope. 1 hour. The guys draws the blood (a TON of it) and sets off. 45 minutes later he comes back. They didn't get enough. What? He drew almost a pint but it had to be in a certain bottle. He then drew 2 more vials. 45 minutes later he comes back. The blood was hemotized. I have no idea how to spell it or what it really means except they needed more blood. The guy from the lab came to draw it that time. 40 minutes later we got the go ahead that SR could be released. Then we sat. And sat. And sat. We hear our nurse head over to the girl in the bed a across from us. She needs to drink this stuff. Drink. Burp. Throw up in mouth. Then all over the floor. Now...I am a sympathy puker. I immediately dry heaved but SR saved me from doing the same thing as the other girl. We couldn't get out of there fast enough. Another hour spent at the pharmacy and SR was home by 2:00am. Me by 2:30.
Either you have a good time or a good memory. That would be under the good memory category.
I think you need to note though the peg toilet and walking in on the woman in the restroom as well ;) Oh, and the hot tamale incident. You never cease to make me laugh! Love you girl!
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