I don't really have anything to say about this. On another morning I might. But around 8 p.m. last night I drove Alex to the ER because he'd had a severe headache and been vomiting for three hours. His solution was to keep taking showers. After shower four, I put him in the car and said we were going. He was very upset.
At the ER they gave him an IV (which was why he was not willing to go in the first place). But that's all. We waited two and a half hours before seeing a doctor, and he only came because I kept going to the nurses station and whining that my son's pain was increasing, and could he please get some help. After the doctor visited with Alex, he finally got some medication.
Intravenous meds work almost instantly, so we were ready to leave within minutes. Did we get to leave? No, we did not.
Aaron went to the nurses station at midnight to ask if Alex might be discharged. They said they'd be right there. Nothing happened.
At 1:00, Alex suggested he could, perhaps, remove his own IV and we could just leave. At this point he was very thirsty and hungry, not to mention tired beyond belief (as were Aaron and I), and we all had to be at work within the next six hours.
I finally went back to the nurse's station and said, "It's after 1:30. We still have to drive home. We're very sleepy and would like to be able to not end up back here because we were too tried to drive home safely. And all of us have work in the morning, so we'd really like to get some sleep. We were told Alex would be discharged over an hour ago. At this point, it sort of feels like you're just keeping us here so he can be charged more money than is necessary."
Alex was discharged within 10 minutes. I should have been nasty at them sooner because we didn't get home until after 2:30 (had to stop for food and gas on the way home), and I'm so tired. Three hours of sleep is not enough. But Alex feels better. Sort of. No headache, anyway. Aaron took the day off. Lucky!
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