So it finally happened. I passed out at work. On my way back from a seminar in the Switzer building I passed out. When I came to, Farzad Mostashari was checking my pulse. I remember looking up at his bow tie and kinda freaking out (It's an awesome bow tie and all, but he's kinda a big deal...). Then he was yelling my medical history across the parking lot at HHS. To I guess, the rest of his people, I think they're pretty much all doctors. Such a dignified moment for me.
Anyways, as this was the first time this happened at work, people pretty much insisted that I go to the hospital. Considering there were at least 10 doctors standing around, I figured they must be right (and if not, best to peace out ASAP!). ]I got a room in the ER where they did a standard workup. It checked out (as always). After about 4 hours I got moved to the hall. Sat there for a few hours. All of the sudden I get told that I have a visitor. I was expecting my "multiple delegates" from school, but not Wil and Sachin. For all their suits and hard work, those ONC guys are good people.
At this point I had been admitted and was waiting for a room. Just after Wil and Sachin left, some guy called me a "cracker ass ho" and let me know there was no possible way I could actually have health problems. He was laying on a gurney not even a foot from me and making my head hurt like hell since I had smacked it a few times since getting to the ER. It was at this point, Phil, Karen, and Matt came to visit and brought me a Happy Meal (best friends ever!). I remember hugging Matt and not wanting to let go. I wanted someone, anyone to hold on to.
Eventually my head hurt so bad that I left a note on my bed and found an empty waiting room and just sat for a minute. Unfortunately a resident found me. Apparently I wasn't supposed to be out of bed or off the monitor. But my head hurt so much and the guy yelling was just making it worse. Plus, the monitor was out of batteries and wasn't recording anything anyways.
Upon making it back to the ER (we're at hour 12 here...), the resident put me in another room. Finally quiet. Five minutes later my bed was ready. Guess that just goes to show that when you give up, you get what you were waiting for.
Anyways, got my telemetry bed at 2Am. Finally got to sleep. Then rounding at 6. At 10 we had the cardiology teaching contingent. All 5,000 of them. So stressful to have all of these people in my room. The head pontificated saying there was nothing he could do.
I immediately lost it. I could have gone home the day before. Hours and hours of my life were wasted. I was yelled at. My head hurt. My friends could have taken me home hours before. I could have been home, asleep. But instead I had been convinced that someone was going to help me.
So I left. Unfortunately I didn't make it far. I made it to the exit and ended up half conscious on the stairs exiting the hospital. They called rapid response and took me back to my room. I remember the cleaning lady saying my bed wasn't clean, but they told her it was mine. I definitely wasn't being logical. It's weird that whole occurrence seems like a dream, as if I were under water for the whole thing.
An hour later I called Phil. I was so broken down I was crying, begging him to come get me. I didn't want to be there. Two hours later the neurology guys came to see me and seemed to have a remedy for what ailed me (had I known they were coming I wouldn't have checked myself out -- communication FAIL!).
Karen and Phil came to get me about 2PM. I wanted to go to school. They vetoed that idea (mom and dad are smart!). I had energy for about five minutes while Phil made sure that I got paper copies of my neurology session. Once I was back in my bed I started to crash. Transport got me to the lobby and had to leave before Phil got his car around. By the time they got me in the backseat, I was half conscious again.
I remember Phil and Karen getting Chinese food. They tried to feed me but I wasn't hungry. Then they took me home. My body wouldn't keep a temperature. First I was hot. then I was cold. They were worried. For the life of me, can't figure out why I got discharged. Phil wanted to check me back in, but eventually it was all good again.
No solutions, just a wasted night. But, hey, at least I had my people.