I've never used my blog to vent before but I've had the most frustrating day of my life, lost my temper, and pretty much lost my mind so here I am venting to anyone who might read my blog. I will most likely delete this post in the very near future, but right now I just need some kind of outlet. As a forewarning there is nothing fun or nice about this post, so feel free to stop reading here. As I said I just really need a place to vent.
Thursday night my daughter had a terrible pain in her lower right abdomen. It got worse every time she moved and she threw up twice. It wasn't like a normal stomach pain, it was a sharp pain in one spot. I feel I need to mention here my daughter has the highest tolerance of pain of anyone I've ever known. Even as a baby she would never cry in pain. She once said her arm kind of hurt and it was broken in 3 places. When she was a toddler she got 2nd degree burns on both arms by falling against a barbecue and the only way I knew about it was by seeing the burns for myself. She never said a word. Ditto for when she knocked out her front teeth. This is the second time in 16 years I can recall her really complaining about pain (the first time was meningitis) so I knew I needed to pay attention.
I took her to Urgent Care Friday morning and they said it looked like appendicitis and go to the emergency room. We spent 13 hours in the ER on Friday. They eventually decided to keep my daughter overnight and I finally got home after midnight. I could write a book on how slow and badly run that emergency room was but I will spare you the details. Other than to say her heart monitor became disconnected at one point and it took over 15 minutes for someone to come in and verify she hadn't actually flat-lined.
The surgeon said he'd meet me at 7:30 this morning in her room. He showed up at 9:30, ordered antibiotics for her and said he'd be back in a couple of hours and if she wasn't showing improvement he'd take her into surgery. It's now 9:30pm (12 hours later) and he never came back. She's been on morphine since yesterday. On morphine she says her pain level is around 4-6, and when it wears off she says it goes up to an 8-9. No one checked on her all day. Not a doctor, not a nurse. I have literally had to chase the nurse down in the hall to get pain medication for her. And the fact that my daughter who won't even take a Tylenol is asking for morphine tells me there is a problem. The pain is still in the one spot in her lower right abdomen and has only increased today.
So they finally sent a different doctor in around 6 tonight (after I lost my temper as mentioned earlier) and she said they are sending her home tomorrow because when they checked her white blood cell count this morning it was no longer elevated.
The pain is still there in the same spot, gets worse every time she moves (even on morphine), but they are sending her home. Without anyone examining her today. I asked that doctor what I should be looking for and she said increasing pain, and I said well her pain is increasing, and she told me she looked okay and they thought she was stable and not to worry. I'm going to mention here my cousin who I've been on the phone with all day, went through this exact scenario when she was 17, and they kept sending her home because her white blood count wasn't elevated. Two weeks later when she developed gangrene and coded on the operating table, they discovered her appendix had been ruptured the entire time. The doctors later said if they hadn't caught it within the hour they did, she would have died.
I was venting to my bff today about how bad it was at this particular hospital. I don't think she quite believed me, and then she came down to visit this afternoon and she witnessed first hand my daughter's IV alarm going off for twenty minutes before someone came by to turn it off. She even went up and down the halls trying to find someone to help, but couldn't find anyone.
My husband has switched places with me at the hospital because as he says "I've officially lost it." Hopefully tomorrow will have a better outlook, because the past 48 hours have been appalling. Between my husband's cancer and some other health issues I have spent more time in hospitals and emergency rooms the past couple of years than I ever thought possible, but nothing has ever been close to this bad of an experience.
In other news my Ali Edwards DD kit never showed up, the album came but no kit. I started a conversation but haven't heard back (probably because it's the weekend) but it's getting so late I'm starting to lose interest in the whole project.
And there's my vent. If you've read this far, and have had any good experiences with hospitals in the Seattle/Bellevue area, please shoot me an email. We're trying to figure out what our next move is with our daughter. Hope you are having a far better weekend than I am.