by anonymousnlovinit

Created on: July 02, 2007   Last Updated: July 03, 2007

Tell me how I go to walk into my kitchen last night, and I hit the bottom of my right foot on that little metal strip that separates the two rooms, and totally bust open the bottom of my foot. Thats right, blood everywhere, screaming for my sister, who was on the phone and didn't hear me, and fumbling to get to the paper towels to stop the bleeding. Which of course, to this moment has not stopped. I had to call my friend and tell him not to pick me up, call my job and get a lecture about attendance and calling out procedures, and be taken to the hospital. Then had to sit in the waiting room with a bleeding foot, while the triage nurse was outside playing with her new dog, and too busy to attend to the people sitting in the waiting room, wanting to be seen. Anybody who knows me knows that I hate hospitals, with a passion. Any amount of time that I don't have to be sitting in one, I don't want to be. But I am finally seen by her, and she is very adamant about the fact that I would need a tetnus shot, seeing as I have never had one before. Well, the nurse, a guy by the way, comes over to help me with my bleeding, disgusting foot, and finds a way to make me laugh. But of course I got there too late, and his shift was ending, so he stuck me with a woman who barely spoke english. YES! Y-E-S, YES. So she sends in the doctor, who, if you've ever been to the hospital, you know, didn't speak much english either. He proceeds to poke my gash, making me squirm and yelp, no, we were not engaged in a sexual act, and then yell at me, telling me that he needs to assess my situation and determine if I am in need of stitches. His words, not mine. So he tells me that I don't need stitches and that I need to wrap it up and stay off of it. Gee, you think? I get my non-english speaking nurse back and she cleans off my cut and wraps it up and tells me that I can go as soon as she gives me my prescription, and my tetnus shot. I nearly cried. I HATE NEEDLES! But I'm stoked because she has said that she will give me something for the excruciating pain I am in. Yea, that all changed when she walked in with some IBprofen, and tells me that this will help. Who was she thinking she was medicating? A child? No, honey, IBprofen doesn't work on me. But doctor's orders, I can't have anything stronger. So, I take the stupid over-the-counter crap they have given me, which of course makes me nauseous, and text my sister to come and pick me up. I get my prescription, which of course I haven't filled, and I go home, where I can't sleep. Now, I'm hop-along-cassidy. I can't walk and my foot is killing me. What has happened to the greatest medical profession in the world? No pain meds, poking and a lecture on how I need to be more careful. Perfect ending to an already perfect day. LOL.

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