My first ER visit

Last night I noticed my fever start to creep up. Trying to be a good patient I called and the talked to the on call MD. Her decision was to get checked out at the ER. So, at 9 pm the three of us packed up and drove to Southdale. In my almost 31 years, I've never gone to the ER for myself. At first, I just felt silly going in and hoped they'd find something to justify my experience.
Once we got going with test I realized I was in for the full meal deal. The ER doc wanted an ultrasound, an exam and labs. Then the on call doc came And I got to repeat the exams. Once the D&C was decided on I had Robb and Max go home. That was 1230 am. I got into surgery at 0130 and moved to a room for observation by 0330. The reason for all of this is that I passed most of the tissue but some was lingering that was infected. I was made aware that if left much longer I might have gotten really sick. I got put on some "big gun" antibiotics and left to not sleep in the hospital bed. By 0530 I took a shower and was dressed ready for a hopeful early discharge. But I could feel my fever going back up and got worried that I just might not be going home today. My doctor found out I was inpatient and came in to see me by 0830. We discussed the infection and my still tender tummy, but I begged to go home. I used the nurse card...I promised that I would administer my own meds, take my temperature, get rest and see him in clinic tomorrow. After 45 minutes ( and a bunch of why didn't you have me paged) It was decided that I would get one more dose of IV antibiotics and could go home! By 1330 we were out the door and made a quick stop at my favorites: Jamba Juice and Punch Pizza. Now we are nestled at home watching the Sex and the City movie. Grandma Mary came over to help our sleep deprived household with our lil energizer bunny. She also brought DQ Blzzards! Yum- o! We would be grateful for prayers that the infection gets taken care of with the antibiotics, that the infection won't spread to my Fallopian tubes ( causing infertility) and that I won't get scar tissue ( that would not allow implantation). That would be ever so kind.

Now this was all very surreal to go through but couldn't have have happened on a more difficult day. The strike day. At 0700 the night shift nurses were escorted out and the "scabs" took over. I can vouch for the Rn's being qualified and nice. But everything took three times longer and the little detail got missed. It was hard to know my colleagues were out picketing and I was spying on the inside.
Also, depressing to know that this one day strike did not make an impact on the hospitals. From my experience the only ones this hurts is the patients no matter what the hospitals say. But enough of me on my soap box.
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