Was today the retard/jerk Dr day? I ended up going to two different ER's tonight as well.
As most of you know I just recently moved to the other side of the country. I started out in Portland Oregon with a population of 4million people to a small town in South Carolina with a population of less than 1000. With not really knowing anyone or anything about
the docs/hospitals out here I figured that going into the city might be a better option as far as trying to get decent treatment. I've had some really ugly experiences with ER docs thinking that I'm there med seeking when all I need is diagnostics. My thought was that if I went into Columbia, that at least it was a real city and I'd probably not have as much trouble with judgmental jerks. I was so so wrong....
Last night my father in law's dog and I did a tango and the short version is that I ended up landing on the front of my knee. I knew that I had at least strained/sprained it, but it didn't feel right. Even after ice packing it and elevating overnight it has still been bad all day today. To the point where I almost couldn't bear weight on it at all. During triage I had been honest with them about
all of my meds, what they were for, etc. I finally gave in and decided to go into the ER this afternoon. This was at 2:30 PM. I get all checked in and finally taken to a back room.
With having played softball for a lot of years when I was young, I know what my knees feel like and shouldn't feel like. This resident Dr comes in and introduces herself and then proceeds to examine the knee. She checks how far it flexes, how much deflection left to right, yadda yadda yadda. She then walks out and tells me that the nurse will be back in with me in a couple of minutes.
When the nurse comes in she has discharge papers and a script
. She explains that the doc wants me to ice pack it and if it swells to then come back. She then hands me the paperwork along with a script
for 6 Vicodin. I about
came unglued. I kept my cool and asked her to please tell the doctor that I would like to speak to her again. Within a couple of minutes the nurse returned again and said that I could either take the script
for the six Vicodin and call it a day or else I could wait, but it was going to be a bit before the doc was back again since they had a more severe emergency patient that the doc was attending to at the moment. Even though I was angry enough to spit nails, I said that I'd wait.
25 minutes later the doc finally came in and before I could even
open my mouth she said, "I don't know why you insisted on waiting, I'm not going to give you more than the 6 Vicodin that I prescribed." I lost it and explained to her that I didn't need, nor even wanted, pain meds. That the only thing that I really wanted was an x-ray so that I could make sure that there was no breaks or fractures since I was getting the discoloration that usually accompanies fractures. The doc started to tell me that she felt that there was no need for an x-ray since I didn't cry or scream when she moved the joint around. I ended up snatching the paperwork from her hand, pulled the script
from the pile, wadded it up and dropped it on the exam table while telling her "Thanks for nothing. Be sure to check in with your administrator tomorrow morning, they may want to talk to you," and then promptly hobbled my way out.
I ended up asking the DBF to then drive me back home and on the way I decided that regardless of how much of a )(*&^ that woman was, I still needed to know what was going on in my knee. So 30 miles later when we got back here to town I ended up going to the tiny tiny ER they have here at the county hospital. The end result was that I got my x-rays, crutches, and an immobilizer. Imaging showed there was a "closed, non-displaced fracture of the left tibial plateau" and they want me to go see the orthopedic surgeon here in town. So...Monday I'm going to be busy on the phone and at the computer cause REALLY there was no reason for me to be treated that way and not treated for the condition.
To boot, I've lost my entire day. By the time that I got back here to the house, it was almost 1 am. 10.5 hours just to get an appropriate x-ray. Freakin ridiculous. Ekkorose, please keep in mind that there are people out there that are just jerks and that really, you didn't do anything wrong and that sometimes people are just a***oles. Just be glad that you are a strong woman too and that you knew that you needed treatment. I'm glad that you got help and that you're at least able to keep liquids.
ps...to all....sorry this is so long. I just finally got settled after getting home and I'm still steamed.
Curious people are interesting people...I wonder why that is.
Post Edited (Piercings) : 11/22/2009 12:49:54 AM (GMT-7)