YOU DIE NOW!!!: A Tale of Two Hospitals
Yes, you must say the title of this blog in an A for Asian accent; Otherwise, it loses its touch of hilariom and you will be the only tard not laughing.
***Before I get into the goings-on of last night, I must first wish Ms. Anna Gentry a verrry happy birthday. I hope you and Nikko had a romantic, alcohol filled night that had sexy results for the both of you. ;p Happy 21st Birthday Anita, I hope you got everything you wished for, well except a hangover, of course.***
So training the new servers was actually a very good experience. Diane was amazing in action. I learned so much by watching her method of teaching. She's thorough without being overwhelming.
In the middle of yesterday's training session, however, I found it increasingly difficult to breath. And as we all know, breathing is very important function in the act of living!! Not only could I not breath, but there was a horrible tightness in the left side of my chest. That was something I had never experienced. I had had a hard time breathing times before, but as far as the chest pains go, I had never been there.
I got myself home and Jess and Edgar took me to the emergency room. As I had guessed would happen, we had to wait some hours before I was even looked at. Except that when we arrived, I guess I started to hyperventilate. Some nurses checked my blood-sugar, blood pressure, and told me I needed to control my breathing if I didn't want to feel that tingly feeling in my face. I tried well enough and mananged to control that. Edgar and Jess left and my mom stayed with me until I was called. Soon after they left, I was happy to hear my name.
Momma and I followed the nurse. They made me change into that horrifying hospital gown. Mine was decked out with holes and tears in it. I felt like a princess. Anyhow, meanwhile, back at the ranch, a nurse came in to get something out of the room and tell me that she was my nurse and that she'd be back in five minutes. Five minutes, so you all know, now means thirty minutes. I didn't know that! That George Bush sure is making all sorts of changes as president!
So "five" minutes later, my nurse comes in and straps stickies onto my chest to monitor my heart-rate. She said "Ok, well, things look normal, tell me what happened today?" So I tell her my symptoms and all and she asks me all sorts of irrelevant questions. Finally I tell her what my worries were and she literally brushed it off like I was insane. She was nice, don't get me wrong, but I feel as if she did not listen. This was important to me because she is the one that starts up my chart to get the doc to come in and see me. If she dismisses what I'm telling her, the doctor will never come see me, which is exactly what happened. Momma and I were in there for TWO hours while nurses came in on two separate occassions to tell us that the doctor would be "right with us."
So either A. Loyola is understaffed as far as medical doctors go, or B. Loyola wants their patients to DIE NOW!!!
Not that I was anywhere near death, but shit, at least get someone that went to medical school in there to tell me SOMETHING!! I walked out of the hospital still not knowing what the hell was wrong with me.
After 2 hours had passed, I made my mother get the nurse and she goes "I'm sorry, we're just reaaaaally busy, there are a lot of verrrry sick people here." I gave her this look like, "hello, we're all sick, that's why we're in the emergency room!" and just said "then you know what, we'll just leave." She told me I'd be better off leaving anyway and then just advised me to take a couple pills of Motrin. Thanks for the advice, bitch, but I did not have cramps or a headache.
Note to self: Avoid hole-y hospital gowns and neglect, next time go to Rush Presbyterian because the Jesuits hate you.
So what ended up happening is that Lilly took me to Good Samaritan Hospital, which is in Downers Grove. Much to my delight I was registered and triaged RIGHT away, and within an hour and a half or so, I was already in a bed. This, in contrast with the monkey business at Loyola was so much more pleasant and reassuring.
I was out by 5 a.m. Ok, let's paint the picture. I arrived at Loyola at around 9-ish on Wednesday and did not leave til 3:30 a.m. and a doctor had NOT seen me whatsoever. Hmmm...6.5 hours and no treatment....
I arrived at Good Sam's at around 10:30 ish, was there till about 5 and had FOUR essential tests done already. I got an x-ray, and EKG, a CAT-scan, and blood tests. Now, it could be that Good Sam is a suburban hospital, but technically, so is Loyola. And now, I would take Good Sam over Loyola ANYTIME. Loyola told me in so many words that I was not important enough to treat. I thoroughly comprehend the notion that some may have to take precedence over others, but shit, to be told that I'd be better off leaving is a joke. Loyola is a joke.
Shit, I know the school and the hospital make enought money from all of us, so hire another frackin doctor or two. I maintain, the Jesuits hate me.
Oh yes, the test results. One of my blood tests came up abnormal for blood clotting. This is why I had to have that horrid CAT-scan done. However, the CAT-scan was normal and I guess the blood-test is a fat liar. Nonetheless, I was "diagnosed" with acute chest pain musculoskeletal. Dontcha wish your chest pain was cute like mine? Haaaa...soo sorry...I couldn't resist. He advised that I do not lift shit for a couple of days. I guess I am straining my muscles too much at work when I lift close to my own weight everyday. Suffice it to say that I have a job interview on Tuesday. The new job has NOTHING to do with soups and salads unless I get hungry, and yes, it is a nice office-setting job. If I do not get this job, I will have to join Brad in his world and find a sugar-daddy to pay off my car, phone, and tuition bills. This is not to say that Brad has a sugar-daddy.
Check out this little diddy- it's a blast from the past...it's so delicious, yet so sexy...Oh California Raisins.. http://www.x-entertainment.com/downloads/commercials/california.html
QOTD
"Whassa matta'? You don' know who yo' daddy is? That's OK, you mama don' know either. She was der when it happen' n she don' even know!"
-Random black girl in Loyola's emergency room lobby talking to an infant.-
"Your chesticles are exposed."
-Lilly-
"If they're not man-berries, I don't care."
-Lilly-
"It's all Edgar's fault."
-Sandy discussing my illness-
"Hopefully they'll be thin like him with big boobs like me."
-Kate discussing future children with Jacob-
"Well, maybe if I get that time machine I've been saving up for...."
-Kate-
"Then we can have discreet sexual encounters..."
-Jacob....sad part is, he's talking about my boyfriend.-
***Before I get into the goings-on of last night, I must first wish Ms. Anna Gentry a verrry happy birthday. I hope you and Nikko had a romantic, alcohol filled night that had sexy results for the both of you. ;p Happy 21st Birthday Anita, I hope you got everything you wished for, well except a hangover, of course.***
So training the new servers was actually a very good experience. Diane was amazing in action. I learned so much by watching her method of teaching. She's thorough without being overwhelming.
In the middle of yesterday's training session, however, I found it increasingly difficult to breath. And as we all know, breathing is very important function in the act of living!! Not only could I not breath, but there was a horrible tightness in the left side of my chest. That was something I had never experienced. I had had a hard time breathing times before, but as far as the chest pains go, I had never been there.
I got myself home and Jess and Edgar took me to the emergency room. As I had guessed would happen, we had to wait some hours before I was even looked at. Except that when we arrived, I guess I started to hyperventilate. Some nurses checked my blood-sugar, blood pressure, and told me I needed to control my breathing if I didn't want to feel that tingly feeling in my face. I tried well enough and mananged to control that. Edgar and Jess left and my mom stayed with me until I was called. Soon after they left, I was happy to hear my name.
Momma and I followed the nurse. They made me change into that horrifying hospital gown. Mine was decked out with holes and tears in it. I felt like a princess. Anyhow, meanwhile, back at the ranch, a nurse came in to get something out of the room and tell me that she was my nurse and that she'd be back in five minutes. Five minutes, so you all know, now means thirty minutes. I didn't know that! That George Bush sure is making all sorts of changes as president!
So "five" minutes later, my nurse comes in and straps stickies onto my chest to monitor my heart-rate. She said "Ok, well, things look normal, tell me what happened today?" So I tell her my symptoms and all and she asks me all sorts of irrelevant questions. Finally I tell her what my worries were and she literally brushed it off like I was insane. She was nice, don't get me wrong, but I feel as if she did not listen. This was important to me because she is the one that starts up my chart to get the doc to come in and see me. If she dismisses what I'm telling her, the doctor will never come see me, which is exactly what happened. Momma and I were in there for TWO hours while nurses came in on two separate occassions to tell us that the doctor would be "right with us."
So either A. Loyola is understaffed as far as medical doctors go, or B. Loyola wants their patients to DIE NOW!!!
Not that I was anywhere near death, but shit, at least get someone that went to medical school in there to tell me SOMETHING!! I walked out of the hospital still not knowing what the hell was wrong with me.
After 2 hours had passed, I made my mother get the nurse and she goes "I'm sorry, we're just reaaaaally busy, there are a lot of verrrry sick people here." I gave her this look like, "hello, we're all sick, that's why we're in the emergency room!" and just said "then you know what, we'll just leave." She told me I'd be better off leaving anyway and then just advised me to take a couple pills of Motrin. Thanks for the advice, bitch, but I did not have cramps or a headache.
Note to self: Avoid hole-y hospital gowns and neglect, next time go to Rush Presbyterian because the Jesuits hate you.
So what ended up happening is that Lilly took me to Good Samaritan Hospital, which is in Downers Grove. Much to my delight I was registered and triaged RIGHT away, and within an hour and a half or so, I was already in a bed. This, in contrast with the monkey business at Loyola was so much more pleasant and reassuring.
I was out by 5 a.m. Ok, let's paint the picture. I arrived at Loyola at around 9-ish on Wednesday and did not leave til 3:30 a.m. and a doctor had NOT seen me whatsoever. Hmmm...6.5 hours and no treatment....
I arrived at Good Sam's at around 10:30 ish, was there till about 5 and had FOUR essential tests done already. I got an x-ray, and EKG, a CAT-scan, and blood tests. Now, it could be that Good Sam is a suburban hospital, but technically, so is Loyola. And now, I would take Good Sam over Loyola ANYTIME. Loyola told me in so many words that I was not important enough to treat. I thoroughly comprehend the notion that some may have to take precedence over others, but shit, to be told that I'd be better off leaving is a joke. Loyola is a joke.
Shit, I know the school and the hospital make enought money from all of us, so hire another frackin doctor or two. I maintain, the Jesuits hate me.
Oh yes, the test results. One of my blood tests came up abnormal for blood clotting. This is why I had to have that horrid CAT-scan done. However, the CAT-scan was normal and I guess the blood-test is a fat liar. Nonetheless, I was "diagnosed" with acute chest pain musculoskeletal. Dontcha wish your chest pain was cute like mine? Haaaa...soo sorry...I couldn't resist. He advised that I do not lift shit for a couple of days. I guess I am straining my muscles too much at work when I lift close to my own weight everyday. Suffice it to say that I have a job interview on Tuesday. The new job has NOTHING to do with soups and salads unless I get hungry, and yes, it is a nice office-setting job. If I do not get this job, I will have to join Brad in his world and find a sugar-daddy to pay off my car, phone, and tuition bills. This is not to say that Brad has a sugar-daddy.
Check out this little diddy- it's a blast from the past...it's so delicious, yet so sexy...Oh California Raisins.. http://www.x-entertainment.com/downloads/commercials/california.html
QOTD
"Whassa matta'? You don' know who yo' daddy is? That's OK, you mama don' know either. She was der when it happen' n she don' even know!"
-Random black girl in Loyola's emergency room lobby talking to an infant.-
"Your chesticles are exposed."
-Lilly-
"If they're not man-berries, I don't care."
-Lilly-
"It's all Edgar's fault."
-Sandy discussing my illness-
"Hopefully they'll be thin like him with big boobs like me."
-Kate discussing future children with Jacob-
"Well, maybe if I get that time machine I've been saving up for...."
-Kate-
"Then we can have discreet sexual encounters..."
-Jacob....sad part is, he's talking about my boyfriend.-
posted by LoveisLife4Nen at 2:27 PM
<< Home