After a second trip to the emergancy room I’m finally able to move around with just some pain in my hip. Somebody remind me again why I don’t like going to the emergancy room, even if I’m in excrutiatng pain? Oh yeah, it’s the fucking attitude I get for taking up their precious time.

I was recovering fairly well until all the lying on my back triggered a nasty bursitits flair up. I made an appointment Tuesday, with my PCP, who can’t see me until tomorrow. Now, I had no pain killers, save the Perceset (which I could only take at bedtime, since I couldn’t keep it down). I can’t take over the counter ibuprofen because the dosage I would need to deaden the pain would make me ill if taken in the form of several small pills. So I’m literally sweating it out with a heating pad. And losing the battle.

By Friday I’m in so much pain I can’t move. I have to take an ambulance to the hospital because I cannot sit in a car. When I get there they give me 800 milligrams of Motrin and let me sleep for half an hour. When I wake up the pain has lessened enough that I can now at least lie on my back without it feeling like I’m forcing myself into an unnatural position. I was still stiff, but I could move, slowly.

This is when the doctor who treated me the last time comes in and goes on about how annoyed she is by the other doctor (who is treating me this time) following her around in order to get her to check in on me for a discharge okay. She tells me, in a very condensending tone, that I should know that all they could do for me is prescribe me painkillers and maybe schedule me an appointment with my PCP, and that they really needed the room for real emergancies.

Well fuck you!

First of all I arrived in a fucking ambulance bitch! I didn’t stumble in of my own accord.

Second, I would’ve loved to have been seen by my PCP, but apparently she’s to busy for me. If, as you implied, her schedule suddenly opened up, then I think she should’ve shown some common courtesy and contacted me to make me aware of this change in schedule.

Lastly, the last time I had a major flair up like this they gave me a steriod shot to help ease the pain, so patting me on the head and giving me a prescription isn’t all you could’ve done for me.

If you have issues with my “abusing” emergancy services, then bitch at my PCP. I did my job by holding out as long as I could. Deal!