Well early Friday morning while in bed I started to feel like complete garbage. I felt like I had to poo or burp. The Pain was horrific, Needless to say I didn't have to do either. I went to the kitchen and drank a bit of water and tried to eat a piece of bread to calm my stomach. The pain didn't go away and as I was walking back to the bedroom I collapsed in pain no longer being able to walk. I crawled to the bed and woke up the fiance at around 4 am. At this point I couldn't breathe. I had tingling in my arms, legs and I was having a hard time seeing. I didn't know what the hell was going wrong.
So the fiance called her dad (dean of School of Social Work at bama) and he rushed to the house as I was in the front yard crippled and crying thriving in pain not being able to breathe.
We get to the ER and the give me Morphine, and an IV. So they take me up and get a sonogram and take me to my room. The doctor from India was a complete dick. He thought that I was just making all of this up and treated me like garbage until he went and found out I was full of Gaul stone (sp). came back about 3 hours later and told me that he was going to have a surgeon consult me. Well about 5 or 6 pm (after being in my room for at least 6 hours at this time) the nurse comes in to give me more morphine and a new bag. I asked if I could eat since I haven't ate since 9 pm on thursday night and I was starving.
Well they wouldn't let me eat and told me that the surgeon just walked by my room and asked if he stopped in. Well he didn't I ended up staying the night drugged up out of my mind ( I don't like painkillers) and finally the Indian doctor shows up this morning and tells me that the surgeon didn't come in or basically denied to see me because I don't have health insurance. (WTF) I was like he denied talking to me because I don't have Insurance? If I were an Illegal he would of cut me open and fixed me and just sent the bill to the government. Well then Jim walked in and being part of the Pediatric medical board along with the dean the Indian doctor asked who he was and well his tone totally changed along with everyone else in the hospital.
Well they found a new surgeon and I have to go in tuesday for a consult and get these things out of me. I'm not happy what so ever. I lost 2 days of work and starved for nothing. I was drugged and feel like poo because of it and I'm still in pain.
I am so against suing a hospital but I am really really looking at my options about this.
My stomach well more the part right under my rib cage is killing me. It feels like I have a 300 lb man just standing on it. I feel loopy from the drugs and I'm just not happy.
What should I do?
Oh, The nurse botched my IV. Put it in the arm wrong. Going from someone that has had all kinds of broken bones and crap I am scared to death of needles....