General Malaise
Footballguy
Alright, so almost 80 year-old dad weighs about 130 pounds soaking wet. Recently had a valve replacement and a pace-maker put in along with 2 stents. That was in Nov or so. He's been feeling better, appetite back up, started going to the gym again (he was close to death fall of 2022.....like "I'm dying tonight, get over here" kinda stuff) and was feeling his oats.
Starts in on shoulder shrugs. Not a difficult exercise, not too much range of motion, he's done it his whole life. 90 Lbs. So, 3/4 of his body weight. *SNAP*. That was the noise his spine made. Dropped the weights, drove home, took a Tylenol and sat in a chair moaning in agony. Calls my sister, she takes him straight to the ER around 2pm.
5pm, I get over to the ER and he's not in a ROOM room, but they moved him from the waiting room to what looks like a cleaned out supply closet. An alcove with a half curtain to close. He's got an IV drip, Dilaudid for pain, something for nausea and we wait. And wait. And wait. Waiting on an Xray tech to take him back.
Meanwhile, I can hear just about everything going on around us and it's Thunderdome, man. Loud wails, moaning, beeps, vomiting, screaming and then the conversations I can hear but not see of people who are so drunk/high they can't really process the information coming back to them and repeat questions. At one point, I left to use the bathroom, walked through the waiting area and back and I'm pretty sure I now have SARS. Some of the faces of the folks just sitting in chairs, waiting for anything....it's a den of despair, man.
Xray tech comes, we go get pictures, he can't move, he can't sit up so we have to wiggle him onto a green moving sheet and slide him on to the Xray table and he's just wincing and groaning in pain. Back to the alcove where we wait, and wait. This time, they need a CT Scan because his blood count is way low and the docs are worried he's got some internal bleeding. We know for sure he has a compression fracture, T12 and there's nothing to be done but strap on a brace and schedule some occupational therapy.
Goes to the CT Scan and I'm alone now. I hear a commotion in an area behind me, a guy who sounds like a teen, early 20s and he's now shouting, dog-cussing the nurse and everybody around him. He is making threats, going to FFFFUUUFJFF Kick this asssss and that asssss and then I just hear the loudest, most violent eruption of vomiting I've ever heard. I'm behind a curtain and I don't dare stick my head out for fear of getting barf shrapnel, but it just isn't stopping. Where is he throwing up? How many times is he throwing up? There are people everywhere, are they running for cover? Can they run? Can they cover?
By 10:30pm, they find him a room in the CDU - insurance isn't covering a regular hospital room for him but the docs aren't clearing him to go home. I stayed with him until almost midnight and once he fell asleep I went home to eat, watch Curb and go to bed. Got back to the hospital 6:45am, nothing really new to learn but they have drawn blood three times and have ordered a transfusion. I have no idea when he gets released, but he can't go home and live alone like he does now. Soooooooooooooo.................we wait. I'll be back up there after work.
TL;DR - ERs are not a fun place to spend Valentine's Day and the docs and nurses and orderlies and crew that work there don't get paid enough money. I can't imagine a more stressful work environment than this. Bless you all.
Starts in on shoulder shrugs. Not a difficult exercise, not too much range of motion, he's done it his whole life. 90 Lbs. So, 3/4 of his body weight. *SNAP*. That was the noise his spine made. Dropped the weights, drove home, took a Tylenol and sat in a chair moaning in agony. Calls my sister, she takes him straight to the ER around 2pm.
5pm, I get over to the ER and he's not in a ROOM room, but they moved him from the waiting room to what looks like a cleaned out supply closet. An alcove with a half curtain to close. He's got an IV drip, Dilaudid for pain, something for nausea and we wait. And wait. And wait. Waiting on an Xray tech to take him back.
Meanwhile, I can hear just about everything going on around us and it's Thunderdome, man. Loud wails, moaning, beeps, vomiting, screaming and then the conversations I can hear but not see of people who are so drunk/high they can't really process the information coming back to them and repeat questions. At one point, I left to use the bathroom, walked through the waiting area and back and I'm pretty sure I now have SARS. Some of the faces of the folks just sitting in chairs, waiting for anything....it's a den of despair, man.
Xray tech comes, we go get pictures, he can't move, he can't sit up so we have to wiggle him onto a green moving sheet and slide him on to the Xray table and he's just wincing and groaning in pain. Back to the alcove where we wait, and wait. This time, they need a CT Scan because his blood count is way low and the docs are worried he's got some internal bleeding. We know for sure he has a compression fracture, T12 and there's nothing to be done but strap on a brace and schedule some occupational therapy.
Goes to the CT Scan and I'm alone now. I hear a commotion in an area behind me, a guy who sounds like a teen, early 20s and he's now shouting, dog-cussing the nurse and everybody around him. He is making threats, going to FFFFUUUFJFF Kick this asssss and that asssss and then I just hear the loudest, most violent eruption of vomiting I've ever heard. I'm behind a curtain and I don't dare stick my head out for fear of getting barf shrapnel, but it just isn't stopping. Where is he throwing up? How many times is he throwing up? There are people everywhere, are they running for cover? Can they run? Can they cover?
By 10:30pm, they find him a room in the CDU - insurance isn't covering a regular hospital room for him but the docs aren't clearing him to go home. I stayed with him until almost midnight and once he fell asleep I went home to eat, watch Curb and go to bed. Got back to the hospital 6:45am, nothing really new to learn but they have drawn blood three times and have ordered a transfusion. I have no idea when he gets released, but he can't go home and live alone like he does now. Soooooooooooooo.................we wait. I'll be back up there after work.
TL;DR - ERs are not a fun place to spend Valentine's Day and the docs and nurses and orderlies and crew that work there don't get paid enough money. I can't imagine a more stressful work environment than this. Bless you all.
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