Feb 25th, 2008 by toryssa
Good: Left the house immediately after Duncan got on the school bus. Would get it all over with quickly.
Bad: The specialists were extremely busy. Would be a very long wait.
Good: Called the ER, basically no wait, the lady says. On my way! I say.
Bad: ER? Never really a good thing.
Good: Seriously, there is NO ONE in the waiting room. This is going to be a breeze!
Bad: I wait an hour for my “preliminary registration”.
Good: They called my name again!
Bad: Now it’s only to do the actual registration. Another hour later.
Good: They REALLY call my name!
Bad: Oh look at that, the room they were going to put me in? Already occupied. Back to the waiting room I go.
Good: I am finally in the room. And apparently the Dr. will be with me shortly, I am second on the list!
Bad: Another hour goes by. No Dr.
Bad: Thirty more minutes. I’m finished with the book I brought with me (which had a grossly disappointing ending). And am seriously getting pissed.
Good: Someone knocked on the door. Finally!
Bad: It’s a custodian. Coming to stock supplies.
Good: I have a chance to ask for an update on the where the fuck the Dr. is.
Bad: Ohh, it’s going to be a LONG time unfortunately.
Bad: I sit. And get pissed. And sit. Getting more pissed. There are police swarming around the hallways and tweekers raging hysterical outside my door.
BAD: Apparently drug addicts and their dramatic fanfare are far more important than my impeding BLINDNESS.
Good: I get up and leave because I just can’t take it any more. And really? My eye doesn’t hurt THAT bad.
Bad: I have yet to be seen. And I have been there for HOURS.
Good: Go home. Eat a sandwich. Call the specialist back and BEG to be seen.
Bad: They say it’ll be a long wait, but do come.
Good: The specialists waiting room has big comfy chairs and a fully stocked kitchen. A kitchen with snacks and hot AND cold drinks, soups, sandwiches. Just because they are nice like that.
Bad: Am STILL waiting.
Good: Have a new book. Ate some cookies. If I must wait, this is a better place.
Bad: Two hours later, I am called.
Good: These people are REALLY nice.
Bad: Holy crap, a series of very painful tests and drops and bright lights that make me cry like a baby.
Good: Not one mention of permanent loss of sight. NOT ONE!
Bad: Dilated pupils hurt a lot on the way to pharmacy for fancy curing eye drops.
Good: Almost finished.
Bad: Wait another hour for prescription to be filled.
Good: I get a coffee from Starbucks while I wait.
Bad: My insurance doesn’t cover fancy curing eye drops. They MIGHT, but it’ll take a few days for the paperwork to come through.
Good: Call specialists. They are still very, VERY nice and say that they will give me the drops if I just come back.
Bad: Pain in the ass.
Good: Am finally home, TEN hours later. With drops and an eye that doesn’t really hurt anymore.
Synopsis: For now, I’m fine. If it gets really painful again, I am to go back immediately. For the moment, a small tear in my cornea is not going to cause blindness. Also? I HATE the ER.
13 Responses to “the good and the bad of the longest day ever.”
Thank goodness. :)
YAY! I’m glad that the seriousness of it all isn’t so serious after all. That made no sense, but you get me. Get well soon.
Waiting absolutely sucks!!
So do you know what caused the tear?
I’m happy to hear all is well - but man, that whole day just sucked. Feel better my friend. xo
WhaddItellyabout “Eye Sex” …. Hmmmmn? WAITING AND WAITING AND MORE FUCKING WAITING… I feel yor pain-BEEN THERE!! SAME EXACT SCENARIOS TOO I got a fish hook buried in my finger, and because it was deep and straight in against the bone, I couldn’t just push it the rest of the way through the meat so I could clip the hook off. SO…..I cut the line, gather my fishing poles and crap, drive home, spend an HOUR doing my best self surgury with an exacto knife and pliers (usually no problem…my nickname is “Doctor Voog :O ) …but, to no avail… (If I was a REAL man , I would have just YANKED IT OUT TENDONS AND ALL!)SO… I drive to the hospital emergency roomit’s 8pm on a Tuesday night,and I went through the same ‘fake outs’ with my name being called, sick babies SCREAMING next to me, 3 times we all got ‘cut off’ (ironic…) by DRUNKS being dragged in by the cops to “make sure they are OK”(”OFFICIALLY” covering their asses!) (here’s a clue! If they are not BLEEDING ALL OVER THE PLACE, THEY ARE FINE!!!), and when I FINALLY saw the doctor 9 hours , yes NINE FUCKING HOURS LATER (imagine if it was a SATURDAY NIGHT!), he was pissed they didn’t bring me to him sooner!(Ummm, yeah… SO WAS I!!) A Tetnus Shot, a searing novacaine type shot between my fingers and one in the side of the “offender” finger (we HAD to save it, it’s my MIDDLE [and favorite] FINGER!!), a bit of scalpel, three VERY HARD (even surprised the Doc!)yanks, and VOILA! 2 stiches,a prescrip for antibiotics and I was on my way home… AT 4:45 AM!! I obviosly had to call in sick at work!! So Babe, I FEEEEEEL Your pain! I HOPE you heal fast and “all proper like” - ALEX
Oh yeah, I forgot an X-RAY TOO! P.S. Women with eye patches are S-E-X-Y!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YUM!!!!
Misty, he thought maybe there was initially something in there that tore it. But, no, I don’t really know.
Alex, first - you are INSANE. You know this, though, yes? Second - holy fuck, that fish hook story made me cringe. And third - Eye patches are sexy? Hahaha! That made me laugh :)
I’m glad you’re eye is okay - emergency room’s ARE dumb.
Do you wear contacts? I can’t remember…
I do and they have cut/ripped my cornea before, and that hurts like hell!
I hope the drops are working for you and your feeling better sooN!
glad all is well.
lol @ alex, at first i thought it was spam!
Wow, the health care system in your country is busted.
What a day! but the outcome was good, you had cookies and got to read:)