Emergency Rooms
Oh how I hate them.
So, yesterday, we made my wife's annual trip to the ER. Seems we make this trip 1-2 times a year. So yesterday's visit occured from 4pm until midnight. Now, granted, chest pains are nothing to laugh at, but in my experience with my wife, nothing is ever as bad as it seems to be. It just feels like it.
Sure enough. No blood clots, nothing wrong with her heart or arteries. "Bronchial Spasms" was the diagnosis.
They ran every test in the book on her. Can't wait to see the bill. Oh wait, United Healthcare IS good for something. $100 co-pay. Stick that in your craw UHC.
The pain was real enough... Tramadol... no effect. Morphine... no effect. Dilaudid... finally. Holy shit... Dilaudid? That's some heavy duty shit. And it still only took the edge off.
*sigh*
I hate the ER. Not because I have to visit it there occasionaly, but because it takes so damn long to get the fuck out once you are in. 8 hours. WTF?