October 17-A day to remember

I was able to speak to Dr. Straus right away and she told me to get to the emergency room. I had no desire to return to that hospital as a patient, although I seem to be an exception to every rule.
Dr. Straus wasn't taking no for an answer and the urgency in her voice kind of scared me into giving in. She told me they would be expecting me at the ER.
We got there around 11:30 and it seemed like a big surprise to everyone, no one had gotten a call to "expect me". Rich was parking the car and a kind soul who was admitting her son ran and got me a wheel chair (she is a nurse at the hospital also, she explains) I'm so glad she got me a BIG comfortable one. I had to once again be a shrew in order to get into the ER, otherwise I'd probably still be waiting in the waiting room. Lots of staff walking around, but not doing too much. The nurse who asked me questions had a computer in front of her with all the answers. Why not just ask me if anything has changed in the past 12 hours. If this was a true Emergency why not start with some CARE.
Once in the ER a nurse came and started an IV (brutal) told me I had DEEP veins...now there's a new one. We waited, and we waited and time slowly moved on. The nurse came into tell me she ordered a chest xray, which a doctor later cancelled but that's how the day went. Rich said it was a good thing it wasn't life threatening. Finally a woman walks in carrying a huge container of liquid and proceeds to tell me how I'm going to "drink all this in two hours"....I don't think so, so I explain to her that I just had surgery and can only drink 30cc every 15 min at best. She didn't get it. She told me that just wouldn't do and went and got me a straw to make it easier. Bariatric patients can't use straws. Rich went to get Chris when he realized no one seemed to have a clue about taking care of me. Chris, like the guardian angel she is, came to the rescue and saved the day. I had to finally threaten to sign myself out in order to get my CAT scan. Dr Straus was there quickly after to explain I had a blockage and that I may need more surgery.
She told me what it could be or what it may be. We needed to talk because I just wasn't ready to re admitted to that hospital. It was with great reservation that she let me go home, with the promise that I would return if the retching started again...You bet I would have, but all I really wanted was to go home and get a good nights sleep. It was now past 6pm, I hadn't eaten all day and I was exhausted from the ordeal. Poor Rich, I can't even imagine how he felt.