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Shylah
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Username: Shylah
Post Number: 718
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 15, 2006 - 03:07 pm: | 
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I've been home a few hours now after spending the most horrible night possible in the hospital.
My hubby took me in yesterday early afternoon because I was having chest pains, shoulder hurt, arms, jaw. And since there is a family history of heart disease, he was very concerned. I was also very visibly upset.
WELL.....
We get to the A&E and I'm taken right in. OK...so far so good. They do an EKG and blood tests. Nothing remarkable there. Questions...questions..questions...I answer as well as I can. They give me asprin and an injection to thin my blood. In my arm. OK...no big deal...so far.
They decided to admit me. Well...ok...if they think it's necessary. Bob says I'm stayin. Sigh...ok...but if they can't give me a definite diagnosis in the morning...I'm outta there!
I get taken to a ward. Put in a bed...wired up...more questions. The old lady in the bed next to me is throwing up her toenails. Stress is starting in. I'm a smoker..ok so I know it's not good for me so no lectures. I can't have a cig. OK, I'll accept their rules there and will do my best to tolerate. Stress is getting higher. More questions. More blood tests. I have a needle stuck in my arm nobody is using from the A&E. The blood pressure machines is squeezing my arms so bad I want to scream.
Stress is mounting!!!!!!
I get taken to another ward.
I'm put in a bed in a ward that has both men AND women.
STRESSSSS!!!!
My reaction.....what the f**k?????
My need for a cig is getting worse. I can't have one...accepting the situation, I suck on a mint I had in my purse.
They bring in an old man that all he can do is moan....OHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...bloody hell...OHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH bloody hell.......etc etc etc. He calls for a urine bottle. Misses it and pees on the floor. Wonderful. Smells.
STRESS!! STRESS!!!
I'm trying my level best to cope. I'm wired so much it's a wonder I didn't pick up HBO in my fillings.
I want a cig.
Old man is moaning.
They come in with a cheese sandwich for me.
And a green banana.
And a cup of tea.
Old man is moaning louder. Old lady in bed across from me is throwing up now. She poops in her bed.
STRESS is at an all time high now.
More blood pressure readings. My arms are bruised now from the machines pumping up so tight. PAIN.
I'm crying now. My hubby had to leave. It's midnight. Old man is MOANINGGGGGGGGGGG...old lady is barfing.
They come in and say I have to have another injection...in my stomach. Why I ask? Blood thinner. I had that in the A&E I tell them...in my arm. They don't have record of any meds given before I get to that ward. I tell the nurse I'm not taking ANYTHING until they check out what has already been given me. She goes off in a huff.
STRESS...STRESS...old man is moaningggggggggg...STRESS...STRESS!!!!!!!
Nurse comes back. Injection was supposed to have been given in the stomach...NOT the arm. Looks at my arm. Not good. It's swollen and turning strange colors. She massages it to get the stuff balled up in the muscle to spread. She STILL wants to give me that other injection. I FLATLY refuse. More tears.
I want a cig so bad now I'm ready to bite someone.
Old man is moaninggggggggggggggggg...old lady starts farting. Poops in her bed again.
GOD HELP ME!!!
Nurse comes back to my bed with a doctor that doesn't speak english clearly. He's trying to force me to take that injection. I REFUSE. I tell him to go check the records of what I have already been given. He leaves...comes back and says...I think...I had enough for the night and won't need another one till the morning.
I was almost overdosed!!!
STRESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS STRESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Old man is quiet...finally....oh...nope...there he goes again. Old lady is snoring. OK..can live with snoring.
I'm sucking on another mint. I can do this I tell myself. I can make it till morning.
The hell I can.
I try to sleep.
Old man is moaning. I snapped.
"Jesus Christ! Will you shut up!!" I yell.
He does.
I wake to a bowl of oatmeal being put under my nose. And a piece of dry toast. And a cup of lukewarm tea.
And a lab tech wanting more blood.
He goes to another arm. I have a needle in one already. He can't use it he says cos it's been flushed with a saline solution in the A&E. Then WHY is it still in my arm I ask??? He takes it out...tries to get blood from that arm...nope. Goes to the other one...poke...poke...poke...finally gets what he needs. I feel like a human pin cushion. OH..did I mention I'm all blistered from the tape they used???
Blood pressure machine torture is back. GOD that hurts!!
Old man is moaning.
I'm ready to kill about now. I draw the curtians around my bed and refuse any and all medications, I insist the doctor get the results of the test. He comes back saying everything looks normal. Why am I here then I ask? They want more tests.
NO!
I'm leaving...NOW!!!
Sign the paper to discharge me...NOW. I call my hubby to come get me...NOW. Doctor is signing the paper. He sees I've had ENOUGH.
Old man is moaning...old lady starts to throw up again and poops her bed again.
I get dressed...after I unhooked myself from the wires...and RAN...not walked...RAN to the doors waiting for hubby to get there.
Moral to this???
I will NEVER...EVER go back to that hospital again. I don't care if I'm bleeding all over and my head is falling off. Chest pains?? They are a picnic compared to being put in that place!!
OH...they never did tell me what caused the chest pains.
Take my heart and soul. But please don't step on it, it breaks easily.
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Itchy
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Username: Itchy
Post Number: 1327
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 15, 2006 - 05:39 pm: |
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u would have a snowballs hope in hell of keeping me in that place after the first 5 minutes let alone all nite hope ur ok and dont have nitemares from it
"Evaluation has replaced torture as the primary means of social control"
Foccoult
ohhh how boring
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Reader_girl
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Username: Reader_girl
Post Number: 94
Registered: 07-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 15, 2006 - 07:27 pm: |
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Yikes! You poor thing, how horrible! Definitely a case of the cure being worse than the symptoms, and they didn't even cure you!
Are you feeling better now? I hope it was nothing serious. Maybe you had an allergic reaction to something? Let us know how you are.
Reader Girl
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Ftopinmichigan
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Username: Ftopinmichigan
Post Number: 522
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 07:00 am: |
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Shylah, didn't you know...hospitals are the worst place to go, if you're sick. 
I bet you did well to reject the additional medications. A similar medication thing happened to me once, when I was admitted to the ER after being at the doctor's office all afternoon. In the office, they gave me three doses of meds, along with oxygen to get my breathing back to normal. My pulse was already up to 136 (crazy high, for barely moving), and they were about to give me another shot of adrenaline, in the ER, even after I told them what the Doctor gave me in the office. My fingers and toes were already numb, I was shaking, and I seriously thought I was going to die. My Medical Director (I worked at the hospital) came to see me in X-ray, after viewing my chart (and knowing my medical history a bit), and calmed my nerves. As it turns out, he admitted me to the cardiac unit, where I was admitted with asthma and pneumonia. My cardiac episode was brought on BY the meds.
Your story is a bit funny, I must admit. I just love how you tell a story, although I do feel your pain too. Stressful situation indeed!  Sort of makes the regular daily stresses not look so bad. 
I do hope you're feeling better.
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Pagan
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Username: Pagan
Post Number: 360
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 07:15 am: |
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Sigh...I'm sorry you had such a bad time of it, Shylah.
But you DIDN'T have a heart attack.
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Shylah
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Username: Shylah
Post Number: 719
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 09:37 am: |
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Thanks everyone, I'm feeling better and no more chest pains.
After getting home, hubby made me a nice dinner, I took a shower, he pampered me and tucked me in bed later. He's a nice man.
I'm sure it wasn't a heart attack. Or a panic attack. I was just sitting at my sewing machine at the time. Whatever it was, it wasn't worth the horrible ordeal I had at that hospital.
I wonder how many people are overdosed because the trail of medications are not done properly at that hospital. It's scary. Needless to say, I will never again give them the opportunity to do that to me.
Take my heart and soul. But please don't step on it, it breaks easily.
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Pinkcheeks
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Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 173
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 09:47 am: |
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eeeww...this is the WORST description of a hospital I have ever heard!!! No wonder you do not want to ever go back!! Glad to hear you are back home - pampered and loved.
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 1404
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 10:33 am: |
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Thankfully you survived your ordeal Shylah, and are back in the pink again (especially if you've been spanked lately). 
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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Tammynx
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Username: Tammynx
Post Number: 333
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 10:37 am: |
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Shylah I'm SO glad you are feeling better!!
You crack me up with your stories!! OMG I know it was a night from hell for you...but I was laughing out loud!! You have a gift!! |
Fanny
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 2043
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 11:07 am: |
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Great story Shylah, even tough it was a rough experience, I love your twist on it. Keep up the great sense of humour and you will live to be 100. Just don't let anyone put you in a nursing home (unless you plan to write a book about it!)
Queen of Innocence
"Well behaved woman rarely make history"
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Shylah
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Username: Shylah
Post Number: 720
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 12:07 pm: |
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I have a friend who works in a home. She's like me...find the humor or go crazy. I'm trying to get her to start writing all her stuff down cos she would have a best seller!!!
Take my heart and soul. But please don't step on it, it breaks easily.
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Tammynx
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Username: Tammynx
Post Number: 337
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 06:05 pm: |
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You could have a best seller as well Shylah!! |
Shylah
Advanced Spanko
Username: Shylah
Post Number: 723
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 07:17 pm: |
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Only if I wrote about raising my kids.
I lived thru it...BARELY
The stories I could tell about them would give ya nightmares!
And I tried so hard to be a good mom.
Not to mention stories about my ex.
I used to think they had hidden cameras in my house for scripts for the Rosanne show and Home Improvment
I had 911 on speed dial
Take my heart and soul. But please don't step on it, it breaks easily.
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Reader_girl
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Username: Reader_girl
Post Number: 96
Registered: 07-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 07:28 pm: |
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I'm so glad you're feeling better!
Reader Girl
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