Oh, and I forgot, the Hospital chief of staff/ boss man has the same last name as me. Can’t wait to tell Mr.Wrekker. They’re probably cousins or something. He’s kin to everyone.
I should call the Boss’s office in the morning and complain about orderlies trying to kick me out and that I didn’t get breakfast. Stir things up on 400 wing. In house entertainment. Better than the ‘Our Hospital is your Hospital’ film.
Hey, wait. It may really be my hospital. I’m related to the Chief of Staff, you know.
I’m gonna tell everyone tomorrow my cousin runs this place.
Well, yep. I was right. No breakfast for Ol’Beck. Seems the Doctor ordered me to fast. By about 10am I should be having a seizure or comatose. Good thing I’m in a hospital. I hope they know I’m here. With admissions foul-up and orderlies trying to disappear me, I’m skeptical.
If my kidneys aren’t permanently damaged they will be now, along with a few other important body parts.:smack:
Jesus Christ, Beck…
Always wondered why Grandpa left Arkansas…
Who said they were forming the A-Team to go rescue her (and hell might look into springing DZ too)
Beck that ain’t a hospital, well it might be a hospital, but damn girl, it sounds like it’s staffed by a bunch of bonobos tryin ta fuck a football, only without the entertainment value.
You call Big Wreck right this instant Missy, and no I don’t care what time it is or his job and you have his ass there with proper food for you pending an explanation for the life threatening fasting order from the doc. And thenorder better come from the doc not some ignorant scrubs wearing dipshit that can’t read
Missed the window, that was sposed to be
That splainin better come from the doc
DIL has been informed. She’ll be cranking phone calls early. She suffers no fools. I’ll be fine.
Big Wrek is coming in the morning. For what reason? I’m not sure. He just is.
I have secret supplies of protein bars. I’m not planning on slipping into a coma.
If two guys show up with a gurney and tell you “We’re here to take you down for your procedure,” don’t believe them. Tell them to check what room they’re supposed to be in.
Happened once to my mom.
Hell, if your cousin really runs the place, you deserve better treatment.
What the heck, Beck???!!! Can you escape, get sprung outta there?
I hope you get better soon, and get freed soon too.
You’ll probably be fed after a quart of blood is taken by the vampires.
The food may or may not be edible.
Have Mr Wrekker bring a can of spray paint, and change the sign out front from Hospital to INhospitable.
~VOW
At 6am I was gently awakened by a Nurse. I hadn’t seen him before. Also in my room was a Suit and the kidney Doctor’s P.A.
The P.A. started talking about why I was fasting and the procedure that was fixin’ to happen. Wait wha!? Nurse guy was hooking a IV bag to the port still in my arm. He had a big needle of something, the P.A. was saying it was a sedative and I was going for a needle biopsy of my right kidney.
Now, lil’ ol’ Beck felt overwhelmed and bum rushed. I still don’t know who the Suit is at this point.
Somehow, I pulled up the courage to to tell the Nurse to ‘Stop!’ and I told the P.A.to slow down and explain the procedure again. My brain is barely awake, I had no one from my family there and I wasn’t agreeing to anything being done to me without at least my husband there. Suit-guy steps up with a form for me to sign. Nope not signing jack-shit.
Shortening the long story, Mr.Wrekker, Son and DIL show up and I feel safer. I did sign the form and have the needle biopsy. When I came outta sedation I was flat on my back and my CGM was alarming. My blood sugar was very low. They shot glucose into my IV and brought a 7-up for me to drink. Nauseous and Sleepy. I had a weird vertigo feeling. I wanted to sit up. They wouldn’t let me.
I’m back in my room. I’ve eaten and feel alot better. My back is sore and they said I might have blood in my pee today. The family have went to eat breakfast. They’re bringing me Tea and corndogs. My tests are done. I can’t get released til the kidney doctor shows up for rounds. I can’t wait til he gets here.
God. I hope DIL is here when he comes. She is outraged with how they treated me this morning. Someone is gonna get a piece of her mind.
Oh, btw it did no good to drop the Chief of Staff’s name. They knew it wasn’t true.
Turns out the Nurse-guy is very, very nice. He keeps coming and checking on me.
Kudos to you for standing up for yourself! Hope all your results are sunny.
Damn, Beck, oh-dark-thirty is no time to rush explain a procedure to a patient. They should have explained it to you and gotten your consent the day before while you were awake and in a good mood. Who’s in charge of the place, Drs. Howard, Fine, and Howard?
The Nurse guy and a foot doctor came to look at my feet. There was an audible gasp when they pulled my socks off. My feet are pretty jacked up. I explained my foot history. Doc didn’t like my most recent injury. I got a long lecture on diabetic foot care. Yada, yada, yada. Heard it all before. I moisturize and check my feet everyday. I go barefoot alot. I know I shouldn’t. If I’m out walking I wear good walking shoes and socks. But mostly I wear crocs or flip flops.
In other news: the lil’wrekker’s coming to visit me. I expect her anytime now.
Beck? Awake AND in a good mood at the same time?
Exactly! The kidney Doctor just decided it was to be done. I half expected it. They came early coz DIL was bitching about them wanting me to fast all morning. She got to the Doctors emergency line early, at 5am. She’s a Nazi pit-bull.
Sometimes she scares me.
Wait. What? They had you fast for a needle biopsy?? Or was the needle biopsy just a little afterthought they forgot to mention? Why were they not monitoring your blood sugar levels more carefully? Who the hell wears a suit at 6 AM?
I do not like this, Sam I Am.
Sorry. I’m a very slow typist due to vision issues, so I missed your last pst.
Still confused, though. If the fasting was because you were going to have a general for the needle biopsy, then the kidney doc decided on the procedure yesterday, and it should have been explained then.
Remind me to build a little shrine to your DIL.
The fast was so I could be sedated and not puke.
The suit was the legal guy.
I had signed consents while being admitted.
DIL stirred up the bees. She was worried about me fasting so long. Legal man was covering his ass. (Or the Hospital’s ass)
As far as monitoring my glucose. Hell no. They’ve looked at my monitot exactly once. I’m doing that.
Hooray!! The catheter is out. That wasn’t pleasant. This means I get to go home, I think.
The lil’wrekker brought me a coldbrew. I’ll be pee-ing like a race horse now.
When Kidney Doctor gets here he’s signing a release or I’m making an escape anyway.
I don’t think any test results will be revealed today. I expect a follow up appt.at his office.
Like i said upthread, I actually feel good. If I don’t catch the plague or a flesh eating bacteria I’ll consider this hospital stay a success.
Be careful around the suits. Satan is often depicted in a suit getting people to sign over their souls.