I am sorry to tell you this story. It may make you change your judgment of me. Last night at 2 am, my wife wakes me up and said she wanted to go to the emergency room. I knew she was suffering from a UTI for a few days and called the doctor yesterday, but never got a call back. Finally, she called the office’s service and he called just before 2 am. He told her to go to the emergency room. We had been at our granddaughter’s graduation last night, so we were both tired.
I thought to myself, “Oh no. Here we go. I’m going to be out there all night.” We got there at 2:35 am and she was taken into an exam room right away. She was in a really bad way because my wife never complains about pain, unless it’s for real. I couldn’t believe we got instant attention. I’m like, “Hey, this is good.” Once she was settled into the room, here comes the Doc. Again, I’m thinking, “Wow, this is really going great.” He said they were going to draw some blood, send her out for a CT scan and give her a drip of an antibiotic and one drip of a pain med. “Ok. keep it going.” It took about 20 minutes to hook everything up and maybe another 15 minutes to take her down to the CT room and bring her back. This is when time came to a stop.
One hour goes away, two hours goes away, on the third hour, I had it. I rang for the doctor and when he came in I asked him if he forgot about us. He said he hadn’t, but was waiting for the report from the CT scan to come back. I told my wife I will be back. I nosed around until I found the lab and I asked the young doctor if they had my wife’s CT scan worked up so he could send it over to our doctor. He starts giving me this “What are you doing in here? How did you get back here?” And so on.
I told him I was a retired cop and knew my way around hospitals. He pissed me off when he said he wasn’t impressed. I told him we had been sitting out there for 3 hours for you to read a piece if film, dictate your message into the machine and fax it across the hallway. What are we talking here, 15 minutes? If you don’t mind, I would like to go home and get back in bed, but before I can do that, I need you to do a little damn work. What do you say? He told me to leave or he would call security. I said, “Oh, you mean that little 24 year-old kid that goes about 5 feet 4 inches? You gotta’’ be kidding, but I’m leaving.
Fifteen minutes later, we were leaving the hospital. I told my wife just awhile ago, “I acted like a jerk. I will have to go back in their tonight and apologize, which I will do.” I told my wife my attitude broke down. It just happens now and again. I could have handled that better, but I didn’t. I allowed my attitude to take over. BTW, the doctor said coming in was a wise decision. Her white cell count was over 1400, (I guess that’s bad) so he thought she probably had really bad pain.
I thought to myself, “Oh no. Here we go. I’m going to be out there all night.” We got there at 2:35 am and she was taken into an exam room right away. She was in a really bad way because my wife never complains about pain, unless it’s for real. I couldn’t believe we got instant attention. I’m like, “Hey, this is good.” Once she was settled into the room, here comes the Doc. Again, I’m thinking, “Wow, this is really going great.” He said they were going to draw some blood, send her out for a CT scan and give her a drip of an antibiotic and one drip of a pain med. “Ok. keep it going.” It took about 20 minutes to hook everything up and maybe another 15 minutes to take her down to the CT room and bring her back. This is when time came to a stop.
One hour goes away, two hours goes away, on the third hour, I had it. I rang for the doctor and when he came in I asked him if he forgot about us. He said he hadn’t, but was waiting for the report from the CT scan to come back. I told my wife I will be back. I nosed around until I found the lab and I asked the young doctor if they had my wife’s CT scan worked up so he could send it over to our doctor. He starts giving me this “What are you doing in here? How did you get back here?” And so on.
I told him I was a retired cop and knew my way around hospitals. He pissed me off when he said he wasn’t impressed. I told him we had been sitting out there for 3 hours for you to read a piece if film, dictate your message into the machine and fax it across the hallway. What are we talking here, 15 minutes? If you don’t mind, I would like to go home and get back in bed, but before I can do that, I need you to do a little damn work. What do you say? He told me to leave or he would call security. I said, “Oh, you mean that little 24 year-old kid that goes about 5 feet 4 inches? You gotta’’ be kidding, but I’m leaving.
Fifteen minutes later, we were leaving the hospital. I told my wife just awhile ago, “I acted like a jerk. I will have to go back in their tonight and apologize, which I will do.” I told my wife my attitude broke down. It just happens now and again. I could have handled that better, but I didn’t. I allowed my attitude to take over. BTW, the doctor said coming in was a wise decision. Her white cell count was over 1400, (I guess that’s bad) so he thought she probably had really bad pain.
(I trust you know I'm teasing with ya!) But seriously, yeah, an apology would be gracious, but I think the lil' snot was out of line when he said "I'm not impressed" too... probably said it with a sarcastic tone... I can almost hear it. Anyhow, I hope Mrs. 911 feels better real soon! 
