I'm back home. Other than Monday when I was feeling miserable enough to go to the ER it really wasn't too bad a visit. As an RT at Shoreline I like to think we excell at customer relations, and as a patient I got to see first hand how great we are.
On Tuesday Doc Tree did a scope of my stomach and all I remember was how great it felt to be drugged up. I remember lifting my head off the pillow feeling really good.
"Don't fight it," a voice said.
"I want to enjoy it," I said, but it probably came out as, "ee ooo iiii."
Next thing I remember is I'm waking up. "When you guys going to get started?"
"I'll do this any time you want to practice," I was told I said. "I'm going to grade all you guys on a scale of 1-10. I give all you nurses a 10 and Dr. Tree a 20."
I wonder what else I said that nobody wants to tell me.
"You were pretty funny," my wife reassured me.
The rest of that day I was in happy land, so I didn't care about being there. I slept most of the day and night except for when they were drawing my blood every 6 hours or waking me up every 4 hours for vitals. And everybody was great.
The next day I felt great, but learned my hemoglobin dropped from 12.4 to 9.4 since I arrived on Monday and Dr. Tree wasn't going to let me go. I didn't get grumpy until Wednesday when I was looking forward to going home and the doc told me my a.m. hemoglobin had dropped to 8.6
Even though I had a list of things I wanted to discuss with him, all I said was, "Okay." I was feeling too grumpy to discuss things at this point. Like I wrote the other day, there is nothing worse that when you feel fine and they won't let you go home.
And, as I do when I'm working grumpy (which isn't too often), I keep it to myself. I wanted to say, "This is bullshit," to the nurse, but she was nice and I didn't want to ruin her day too. Besides, she was orientating and was only on her second day.