The Worst In Over A Month. My Pain Was Unbearable so my mom and i made the painful and exhausting trip to the Emergency Room.
They’ve added on a new ER since the old one got so busy and crowded. but they separated the Children’s and adult ER so being 17, it was kind of awkward. i was surrounded by babies with a little cold. tiny coughs. some toddles. a cough. no crying. just coughs. another kid (maybe around my age) was just laying, pacing around saying how this was a “waste of his afternoon” with not a wince of pain in his face. another child on the computer and another one jamming to their ipod. i come in screaming, attempting deep breathing exercises to relax and muscle spasms and cramps. I Am 9th In Line behind people that don’t understand the meaning of Emergency.
I Got Weird Looks. Lot. and once they got my vitals it got worse. because a fibro patient loves nothing more than to get her arm squeezed for a good few minutes. another two hours. And Im Finally Transported out of the waiting room and into a hall; then somehow into a bed from my wheelchair.
I Wait Another hour and the pain gets worse. Mom asks the nurse for help, all she says is “Hunny you have to relax otherwise the pain is going to get worse” and touches my shoulder. I scream more. And Get Stressed, because i have been trying to relax I’ve been Doing Deep Breathing exercises. Then My IBS flares a bit and My Endo Says a not so friendly hello.
We Wait. We Wait. We Wait. Nurses are busy handing out popsicle sticks and cranberry juice. We Wait. Major Flare Up. Screaming and now my jaw hurts.
A male Nurse/Doctor comes by while the waiting continued for at least another half hour. “i’ll get you something to calm down the pain, another nurse will be right with you”
This blonde Nurse Eventually comes and says “I Have a shot for you, Pick either your arm or your bum” i think about it, I’m wearing a thong. and also not wearing anything under the long sleeve shirt and i cant roll my sleeve up to my shoulder. she gets impatient “You’re almost an adult you have to make your decision” Mom ends up getting my neck whole to my shirt over my shoulder. the nurse pulls out the needle and counts. 1 2 3. with no pauses. and stabs it into my upper arm and i scream. The worst scream I’ve screamed since I’ve been there along with various cuss words. Because it hurts when my body is touched. especially stabbed with a needle containing 10mg of morphine. I would’ve much rather an IV. It was Unreliably painful. and what happens next breaks my heart
She Comes Up and Yells at me. “You have to calm down other wise it wont help and your behavior is inappropriate, Stop swearing there are babies around If you don’t I’m Sending you to Crisis”
I Scream Back” I AM TRYING TO STAY CALM IM IN REAL FUCKING PAIN AND YOU MIGHT AS WELL BRING ME TO CRISIS BECUASE I HAVE A REAL FUCKING PAIN PROBLEM AND I NEED HELP NOW”
"Stop Swearing There are kids around" she says with attitude.
"I’M A FUCKING KID TOO. AND JUST AS MUCH A PATIENT AS THEY ARE" and that’s what I hate. No one takes me seriously because most teens who come in there come in with a broken arm or are on suicide watch.
They Find Me A Room. so I’m not in the hallway anymore and she pushed the bed and the argument goes on. and i tell her she’s a “Fucking cunt” and other various curse words and she yells at me again.
Once We Get To our Room She Tells Me My Behavior is inappropriate and mom tries to push her away and telling her that her behavior is inappropriate as well. i get so agitated and end up throwing my show at her and screaming and yelling Continues “I WANT A NEW NURSE NOW. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME”
And I Never swear as often as i did last night. I’ve never felt so disrespected in my entire life by a nurse. I Felt Threatened. And she absolutely triggered me. she just- argh. i can’t explain it. but both me and mom agreed she was a bitch.
But I Never Saw Her Again. And I Got A Better Nurse, who never mentioned the situation. and mom talked to the new nurse, of how i battle chronic pain every single day. the nurse nodded and and replied of how she had eight kids. she gave me a perkicest.
Once everyone left it was me and my mother and she cried. she cried because the way i was treated. she cried because of the way we’ve been treated by doctors since i was eight. just for a little bit. and i cried too.
I Went into the ER with a pain of 10. then left with an aching 7 and arrived home at one in the morning.