ER doctors are dorks!

So my reason for the title, Monday night/Tuesday morning John started not feeling well and was throwing up all night. Tuesday I got Zlee off to school and then John said that he felt that we should go to the ER. So I take him up there and we spend 5 hours or more having them give him fluids, antinausea meds, and pain meds. He feels a little better and they give him a prescription and send him home. I eat some lunch and then go to WalMart to fill his prescription. While I am waiting for his prescription and getting some groceries my mother-in-law calls and says that John wants me to come home now and he needs a blessing. I tell her to call the bishop's house and see if he is home. I get home and she said that she called the bishop's house and talked to his wife and she would get the message to him. By this time John is freaking out and unable to even keep down a sip of water. I called the next door neighbor (an old bishop) and he comes over, then the bishop calls and says he just got home and will be right over. They give John a blessing and then he wants me to call 911. I called the neighbor and she kindly took the kids to her house. I called a 911, they checked his blood pressure, extremely high, having a hard time breathing so they give him oxygen by mask, and decide to take him to the hospital. On the way up they started and IV and gave him some meds. Now for the fun part..... We arrive by ambulance (well I drove in a separate car so I would have a way to get home) and are immediately put in a room. By this time John has calmed down somewhat, not throwing up, but still not feeling well. They doctor and nurse examine him and we explain that we were there earlier this morning and are back. The doctor (DORK) says that he will go check the records and see what they did. I told him to enjoy the reading it will be long ---9 years worth. He comes back and says that he will give him some medicine to control the nausea and some pain meds. We are left back there FOREVER without anyone checking back. In fact John needed some help and I pushed the nurse button, I swear it was half an hour later before someone came back to ask what we needed, by this time I almost forgot it took soo long. She said that she was not the nurse and that she would go find the nurse and see what they will do. I was sure glad he did not go into cardiac arrest because I would have a dead husband from no response to our asking for help. We finally talked to the doctor and he said that all of the labs were normal so there was no way that he was having pancreatitis, probably just a virus. We ask if they can do a CAT scan because his symptoms are similar to a time when he had a blocked common bile duct. So they agree to do a CAT scan and it came back negative. He decided that we should just follow up with our doctor and contact a surgeon about possible surgery on his splenic thrombosis but that was all he was willing to do.

Now I forgot the best part of the ER. While I was sitting in the room waiting for John while they had taken him for the CAT scan, a woman was brought into the next room. I heard her complaints and understood why she was there but they way she was moaning it sounded like she was having SEX!!!! She just kept moaning and moaning, as if she was in middle of some intense stuff but no she has pain in her stomach. John comes back from the CAT scan and hears her moans and asks what is going on next door. I started laughing, and he gave me some hand gestures to indicate what he thought was going on, I thought I was going to lose it, I bent over and whispered to him what was happening and that I thought the same thing. I few minutes later she stopped so I assumed that they gave her some pain meds. It was just hilarious!!!

Okay, so we are sent home (doctor kindly gave us some samples of pain meds, since we said that the ones prescribed earlier are sitting in the pharmacy and it would be closed before we got there). John is afraid to sleep downstairs in the bed, because of his trouble breathing, he felt it was making him more sick. So he sleeps upstairs on the recliner, and all night I was startled awake either from him talking in his sleep (do to the meds) or throwing up (now let me explain that John is a VIOLENT vomiter and is SO NOISY). So needless today I got approximately 3 hours of sleep in total. I got Zlee off to school the next morning and as soon as I walked into the door he said that he wanted to go back to the ER. So again we go back up and fortunately we see the first doctor that we saw the morning before. He says since this is your 3rd time in 24 hours we are just going to admit you. FINALLY!! John later that evening called to tell me that his doc came in and talked to him. He said that the ER doc from the night before had called him and said that he felt that John was faking it. HELLO!!!!! He came by ambulance! I want to pay $1000 for an ambulance ride plus $2000 to $3000 for the 2 ER visits just for drugs, ARE YOU CRAZY! I would rather find a drug dealer and pay him a few hundred then go through all of that crap. His doc said he totally believes John and that they should read his first experiences 9 years ago and see the labs back then (that were so high it was unbelievable) and then say that he is to be called before they make and decisions. He said he knows that John is only coming because he is to the point that he needs to be admitted. PHEW!!! Somebody that really believes us and has our back!

Well today they had to catheterize John because his kidneys were not working properly and his sugars are so low they are keeping a close eye on him. Now I would love to have that ER doc read the reports now and tell me that John is FAKING IT! DORK!

Oh the life of chronic diseases!