Per the doctors’ orders, I went to the emergency room downtown. My Dad had taken me home and my Mom had taken me to the ER. I was beyond irritated! I was only home for the weekend and I had a boyfriend to see! This doctor just didn’t get it! All for some numbness and tingling in my feet?!
We were at the ER FOREVER! They repeatedly did all of the same tests that the internal medicine doctor did. They would come in, ask about the tuning fork vibrations and poke me with the broken Q-tip. The results were ALWAYS the same. I never felt any of it.
They would leave and come back an hour later to do the same thing. It was late. I was tired. Obviously, I wasn’t going to see my boyfriend and I was given all the privacy possible in an emergency room which is NONE. I remember hearing that CRAZY things were going on in the middle of the night at the ER downtown! I couldn’t sleep on the gurney (it was a little bit wider than my hips) and was in tears. My Mom told me to get dressed and she went to the nurses’ station to tell them we were leaving because all they were doing was the same tests and that we would follow-up with my doctor.
The nurse told her that we could not leave because they were admitting me. The floor they were admitting me to was primarily for geriatric patients. They were waiting for a private room to become available because I was so young.
I started to be concerned at this point. I was so tired I just wanted to get comfortable and sleep which I could not do in a noisy emergency room. I was not admitted to the hospital until 6 am the next morning.