I had been sick for about a week. My heart rate was high, my fever was up. I wasn't happy. So about 9 pm I called Phil and asked him to take me to the hospital. On the way over to our regular haunt, I asked him to redirect to the local "rich person hospital" because the line's always so long where we're regulars.
So glad we changed directions! It was amazing. I got there and Phil took me in. By the time he parked the car I had a bed in the ER. Within 20 minutes I had had my blood work, chest xray, head CT, and was waiting for results. I was in a room instead of a hallway. I had TV. Phil and I were watching football (figured the guy deserved it).
Eventually they came back and said nothing was wrong with me and I could go, Phil pushed back and the Dr. said she'd admit me. It took about two hours to get admitted, much shorter than any other admitting process I've ever been through.
A doctor came and took some stats and I got an Rx for what amounted to Nyquil and water. Eventually I got upstairs. During transport I got to see some pretty cool glittery tiles they have on their hallway ceilings.
Once I was on the floor I had a chance to sleep. I woke up at about 4am because I couldn't breathe. They gave me some drugs and back to sleep I went. At about 6 I woke up again because my arm hurt. It was huge, obviously my vein had blown and the fluid was filling up my arm. I hit the call button but no one came to fix it so I stopped the flow and tried to go back to sleep (but didn't). An hour or so later a nurse said she'd pull it out, but forgot. Wasn't too worried, now that the flow was off, it didn't matter too too much and eventually the fluid would disperse.
Eventually the doctor came to see me - he noticed my labs showed I had an infection (for me that could trigger this kind of episode) and pulled out the IV. Couple of days on antibiotics later, I was ok and on my way to CA.
I find it a bit ridiculous that my "best" hospital experience was one where it took them 3 hours to pull out a busted IV. What I find even more ridiculous was I had been in a primary care clinic three days before (I'll forgive the ER oversight since they eventually figured it out...). All they had to do was run a simple test and it would have saved me three days of being totally floored and a trip to the ER. A simple oversight cost the health system thousands of dollars. But that's a rant for another day.
But like seriously, my arm...