We still Hope
i was highly upset last night when i check into the emergency room at my local hospital. to my surprise i was taken straight back to a room, but anyhow
when asked what helps the pain, i asked for demoral and their reply "we dont do demoral any longer, what about morphine" i had to laugh a little in my mind b/c morphine is like taking an advil now. it does nothing for pain being that ive had it since my first crisis at 7 years old.
anywhoot, the doctors ordered stadol. i had no clue what it was so i googled it on my blackberry to find that its a drug given to pregnant women to help with pain. and while administering the drug the nurse explains it blocks the pain receptors in your brain
oh my moses 5 minutes later i had this paranoid feeling, i became jittery, when i did fall asleep i'd be jolted awake for no reason. no pain relief.
nurse comes back and asks how im feeling. "im still hurting'. she brings back dilaudid (i absolutely hate that drug, it makes me feel sluggish and restless)
long story short the doctor comes in and says im discharged b/c my lab work looks fine. after being poked and probed over 20 times with no relief or real treatment (i only had 1 bag of iv fluids) they were telling me to go home
i asked, even though im still at a 10 pain wise you are sending me home. this guy tells me "you may be having a crisis but you're not anemic, its just sickle cell"
y'all my mouth hit the floor! i didnt know if i should have laughed or push his head through a wall. he hands me a prescription of vicodin and directs me to the billing department where they bill me 1235 for my 2 hour stay. pffft.