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My first hospital adventure...
Oct. 2nd, 2015 06:46 pmYes, I was in the hospital yesterday. Once I finally got there, it was a rather pleasant experience, but up until the ambulance arrived, I was a nervous wreck.
You see, I had chest pains for several hours yesterday. Here in BC (I don't know about the other provinces), we have a Nurse's Hotline, where you can describe your symptoms and they can give you an idea of what you've got, and whether you should see your doctor or go to Emergency.
Well, with chest pains, you always have to go to Emergency, as they have to actually check you out physically in order to tell what the problem is. So it's kind of no wonder that they sort of frighten you into actually doing something about it.
Yes, I had been at work yesterday, and to make matters slightly worse, I was working at one of our other stores, by myself. So when I had to leave, I had to shut the store down. Not sure I did that properly, but oh well, health comes first.
Had a bit of a fumble with the ambulance, I'd first said that I was going to stand out front, but then the dispatcher said that I should sit comfortably, so it took a bit of time for them to find me, especially since I'd put a "closed" sign on the door. After that, it was pretty straight sailing, and with every check they did, it seemed less and less likely that I'd suffered a heart attack, so I was put at ease pretty early on.
Originally, since the store I was working in is a few cities north of where I live, I was originally supposed to head to the hospital in that area, but since I lived further south, and the ambulance was actually based out of there, we went to one much closer to home.
To boil three hours at the hospital down a bit, my dad arrived about half an hour after I did, so we sat together while I waited to be called for each test. In the end, it turned out to be a bruised rib. No, I didn't get a prescription for drugs, but the doctor said to take some extra-strength Advil for the pain, so I picked some up on the way home.
If we hadn't moved, it would have been only about sixteen blocks to home, a distance I'd have been well able to walk under normal circumstances. Fortunately, the pain had subsided significantly since that morning, so I decided to walk the twenty-three blocks it is now, stopping off to get some more potato chips and the aforementioned Advil. I sat for a while, then napped for a few hours. This was probably a bad idea, as I was unable to go to sleep until almost three in the morning after that.
Anyway, yes, it was my first trip to the hospital (as a patient), and all things considered it was actually a pretty pleasant experience. Hopefully I won't have to repeat it anytime soon...
(last time I was at the hospital was several years ago with my grandmother, when she was diagnosed with some breathing problem I can't remember the name of right now)
You see, I had chest pains for several hours yesterday. Here in BC (I don't know about the other provinces), we have a Nurse's Hotline, where you can describe your symptoms and they can give you an idea of what you've got, and whether you should see your doctor or go to Emergency.
Well, with chest pains, you always have to go to Emergency, as they have to actually check you out physically in order to tell what the problem is. So it's kind of no wonder that they sort of frighten you into actually doing something about it.
Yes, I had been at work yesterday, and to make matters slightly worse, I was working at one of our other stores, by myself. So when I had to leave, I had to shut the store down. Not sure I did that properly, but oh well, health comes first.
Had a bit of a fumble with the ambulance, I'd first said that I was going to stand out front, but then the dispatcher said that I should sit comfortably, so it took a bit of time for them to find me, especially since I'd put a "closed" sign on the door. After that, it was pretty straight sailing, and with every check they did, it seemed less and less likely that I'd suffered a heart attack, so I was put at ease pretty early on.
Originally, since the store I was working in is a few cities north of where I live, I was originally supposed to head to the hospital in that area, but since I lived further south, and the ambulance was actually based out of there, we went to one much closer to home.
To boil three hours at the hospital down a bit, my dad arrived about half an hour after I did, so we sat together while I waited to be called for each test. In the end, it turned out to be a bruised rib. No, I didn't get a prescription for drugs, but the doctor said to take some extra-strength Advil for the pain, so I picked some up on the way home.
If we hadn't moved, it would have been only about sixteen blocks to home, a distance I'd have been well able to walk under normal circumstances. Fortunately, the pain had subsided significantly since that morning, so I decided to walk the twenty-three blocks it is now, stopping off to get some more potato chips and the aforementioned Advil. I sat for a while, then napped for a few hours. This was probably a bad idea, as I was unable to go to sleep until almost three in the morning after that.
Anyway, yes, it was my first trip to the hospital (as a patient), and all things considered it was actually a pretty pleasant experience. Hopefully I won't have to repeat it anytime soon...
(last time I was at the hospital was several years ago with my grandmother, when she was diagnosed with some breathing problem I can't remember the name of right now)
