My asthma had been escalating for a few days, but controlled with inhalers and nebulizers...but as soon as I woke up, I was like NOPE, I'm gonna need some prednisone. My Dr is very pro-active because he knows my asthma and how severe it can quickly get, so he has told me anytime the asthma starts flaring up, come to the office as a walk in, and he will order me some prednisone. In and out. SOOOO I get there. They see me pretty quickly..within 15 minutes. My Dr is not in, but that's no biggie. The nurse brings me back, hears me wheezing across the room and goes to get a nebulizer. I do a treatment. She listens. Goes for the supervising doctor. He tells her to get me 60 mg of prednisone and another nebulizer setup. I do another treatment. They come back, tell me they are calling an ambulance and that from now on..go directly to the ER when my asthma flares up. Ambulance comes..ambulance driver recognizes me from the 2 other times she has transported me from the dr office to the ER for the same thing. Says..girl...from now on..skip the steps and just call the ambulance from home. I'm trying to explain that I dont like to abuse ambulance or Emergency Room usage..I try to start with my dr office, but she was like..looka here girl...we are doing this every other month, it's not abuse..your asthma goes hard and you cant be out taking your time.
Soooo..get to the E.R. Its busy as usual, so they put me in the asthma bay (a set of like 3 chairs with oxygen hookups next to them in the hall) Sat there on a neb for maybe 40 minutes. Then they decided they needed to get some magnesium in me via iv (it helps with asthma attacks or something) but my veins are shot due to so many hospitalizations. So 4 sticks later, they call in a specialist..he gets it in literally about 45 seconds, but it's in my inner elbow sideways, so I have to keep my arm ramrod straight until I am discharged. Then the dr asks me how I'm feeling. I say I'm much better and that I know my asthma and this isnt a bad attack and I can handle it at home, and they told me I was being admitted and they put me into one if the ER "rooms" (gurney and chair with curtains around it) Im sitting there like...wtf did you ask me for then???? There I sat..phone chargerless, tv less, foodless, drinkless) from 12-5. I think the nurse came in maybe 3x..2 of them to give me nebs. No pillow, no sheet, no water...hell, they didnt even give me a damn gown to put on, lol. Finally at 5, they brought me upstairs to a room.
Nurse comes in, gets my vitals, starts a neb, does the whole 50 questions..and leaves. I'm STILL sitting in my street clothes in a damn bed I'm supposed to sleep in. I was in the room for 2 HOURS before I finally got someone to give me a damn gown!!
So now I'm sitting here and all of a sudden, my stomach gets to cramping. But not like..little cramps..like..I was about to give birth cramps. They were coming like every 4-5 minutes. I'm like..omg, I'm gonna be sick. My face was burning hot, I was sweating..I was starting to do the rock. Oooh lawd....This was not gonna be pretty. And I'm not on a private floor. I had a private room, but this floor has shared bathrooms. Like 8 rooms share each bathroom. And I am a VERY shy bathroom user. I cant go outside my house. But it was about to be drama. And then I look up. WHYYYY did this woman get brought up and admitted to the room next to the bathroom and she was under police guard and they were the 2 sexiest biiiiiig beautiful brothas in uniform ever?? I was like..oh wtf..now I KNOW I cant go to the damn bathroom!!! When I tell ya'll, I called that nurse and asked for some maalox so quick!! I BET you, I never went to the bathroom the whole night!! P.S. Apparently, a very upset stomach and severe cramping is a side effect of iv magnesium.
Rest of the night was uneventful. Oh wait..they did have to come in and start some kind of fluids in my iv all night because my heart was going too fast for too long and wasnt slowing down. Nebs every 4 hours and a good nights sleep without dem babies. My nurse brought me a charger, so I was able to charge my phone all night. I was awake by like 4 something this morning. Dr came in at maybe 9:30 and says..how are you feeling? I say, I feel great, other than my throat being blown from all the nebs ( it's a side effect) I said I told the dr yesterday that I didnt think I needed to be admitted. He laughs and says...you shoulda said it more forcefully. He tells me that I'm discharged but it will take a while. No problem, I'm used to that discharge wait. I settle in and watch Law n Order SVU. Around 12, the nurse brings me my discharge papers. But tells me she wants me to wait for lunch. I'm like..is it about to come? I'm thinking...maybe she just assumes my fat ass is hungry. So I wait. Now it's about 12:40 and I'm tired if waiting..put my coat on and get all the way to the exit. Nurse stops me. "You are breathing too hard. Go back to your room and wait for lunch and then I'll get you a wheelchair. I dont want you walking downstairs" I dont know when I punked tf up..but I turned my simp ass around and walked back to the room and got back on the bed (she was right about the breathing..I cant walk more than 10 feet without getting tired..it takes me 3-4 days to bounce back after bad attacks) Finally at 2:00 they bring the damn lunch! And I will be damned if that lunch was not freaking amazing!! And I swear, I was eating my last bite of fish when the wheelchair transport arrived, lol. She had even arranged for a voucher for a lyft to take me home because she didnt want me riding the buses home.
The muhfuggin END of my latest hospital adventure
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