A day in the life of..

[spookyevilone]

This
is
cool!

I am reading a bunch of amusing doctor/emt/nurse/cop blogs to remind myself that these folks have to deal with shitheads every day, and that ER docs have reason to be suspicious of someone presenting with acute abdominal pain with no apparent cause, asking for demerol and Zofran.

Even if the patient is me, with a clear history and charts of a condition that makes my history in the chart basically read, "If you see her, give her demerol and Zofran and if that doesn't fix the problem, give her Hematin."

Being treated like a drug seeking hypochondriac did not help with the craptacular week I'm having. It's hard to not take it personally when I get a shitty ER attending who doesn't listen or read the chart. Having to use the ER for pain management instead of being able to walk into the hospital general admittance does not make me happy and I hate the stupid insurance/hospital system that makes me go through the ER at all. There are no hot Croatian doctors in my ER, thus, I really don't want to be there, especially not for pain that won't kill me, just make me wish it would. When my AIP flares, they have to pump enough demerol into me to stun a rhino - it's not something any rational doctor is going to prescribe for me to keep around the house, and my flares aren't polite enough to wait until the clinic is open. The hospital won't admit anyone to general until they've passed through the baptismal fires of the ER and even if they did, my insurance wouldn't cover it without a) a referral from a doctor who's on vacation until Wednesday, or b) a visit to the ER.

If it wasn't for the intercession of another attending who had treated me before and happened to overhear, I would have made the news today - "Patient stabs Asshole Attending in eye with his own pen, news at 11." However, Attending Awesomecakes earned his shift pizza delivery courtesy of me, by walking in, assessing the situation, taking Attending Asshole aside and giving him a very curt lesson in reading the goddamn chart, and got me fixed up and home in less than an hour.

Also had to argue with Asshole Attending about how he was going to give me nice, non-addicting Zofran and not the Oxycontin he originally wrote the script out for.

So I'm spending the day in bed, reading blogs of people on the other side of the fence, and reminding myself that I shouldn't take it personally that they thought I was another of the drug seeking bastards who abuse the ER.

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.. chain length fence.. through.. hands? O.O Ow!