I Hate Being Admitted To The Hospital

I Hate Being Admitted To The Hospital

My husband took last week off of work, and we had a great time as a family.  It was great, until Friday.  I was doing just fine, until a really sharp pain in my chest decided to scare the living daylights out of me.  It was the worse pain that I ever felt, if you don’t count child birth.  I was so afraid that it was my heart.  I had my husband take us all to the hospital, where they ran a bunch of tests, took some blood, and admitted me for overnight observation.  I really hate being admitted to the hospital, and this was no different.

I didn’t have a heart attack.  All the tests showed that my heart was fine.  I was having muscle spasms, and nausea and dizziness.  I was put in a room with another patient that had to be checked on every fifteen minutes.  Even at night.  Remember my depression and sleeping issues?  Well, they didn’t care about that.  In fact, the staff made fun of the fact that I wasn’t able to get any sleep in the hospital.  They said that if I expected to be able to sleep, that I should go to a hotel.

When I told my doctor about this, at my follow-up appointment, she was livid.  When I asked her if my sleeping was so messed up again because I went 40 hours with no sleep, she asked me why I went that long without sleep.  I explained what happened, and she said she would be calling the hospital administration.  She did not like the fact that they treated me that way.  Not only was it unprofessional, but it compromised my health.  I battle with getting enough sleep, and it has a big affect on my depression.

The prescriptions the hospital called in for me were all wrong.  Thankfully, I had enough sense to not get any of them filled.  I was able to get in with my doctor on Monday, and she sat with me and reviewed my records from the hospital.  She told me to ignore the prescriptions from the hospital, and called in the ones she wanted me on.  She knows me, my history, my response to certain medicines.

Now I am resting.  I caught a cold while I was at the hospital, of course.  I am working on getting over that, and recovering from everything else.  Needless to say, my body feels like it needs a vacation.  I’m having a hard time not doing anything around the house.  I really want to get up and clean, because each day I don’t, the worse my house looks.  The only reason I don’t, is because I can’t stand for more than a few minutes before getting dizzy.  After five minutes, the nausea will start up, and I am fighting both dizziness and nausea.  I did get into the shower the other day, but had my husband in the bathroom in case I passed out.

My husband is being really supportive, which isn’t easy.  He’s back at work now, and he also has a cold.  He’s also really worried about me.  I’m going to try to get the kitchen cleaned and make dinner tonight.  I’ll do it in stages, taking plenty of breaks.  I wish I had someone that could stay with us and help, but I don’t.  If it was my sister going through this, my mom would have had my dad drive her down to Florida without hesitation.  But it’s not.  It’s me.  I should be used to that by now, but it still hurts.  I have to go lay down now.  Just sitting here at the computer tires me out.  And is making me a little nauseous.

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